Zhang Heng had been to Mark Reuss's domus, and the decorations inside could already be considered luxurious. However, compared to Dior's domus, it was no different from the slums on the roadside.
This was the difference between a nouveau riche and a real aristocrat.
Mark Reuss, who dominated everything in the gladiator school, had to put on a smiling face when he came here. He was not qualified to enter the house to eat. All he could do was wait in the front hall with his slaves. In addition to him, the owners of several other gladiator schools in Rome were also present. There were also some gladiators from other parts of the empire.
The entire front hall was like a small race fair.
Needless to say, Zhang Heng's height was not outstanding among the gladiators. When he stood in the corner, he would immediately be drowned by the crowd. Bach was the strongest among the newcomers, but he was not tall enough to stand in front of the gladiators.
Zhang Heng even saw a guy who was taller than the black blacksmith from the red-nosed blacksmith's shop. Standing there, he looked like a mythical giant.
None of these gladiators were easy to deal with. Of course, they would not behave themselves when they gathered together, especially when they knew that they would be their competitors tomorrow. Naturally, there would be more friction between them.
In addition, the owners of these gladiator schools were also divided into factions. First of all, the gladiators from outside and inside the city of Rome did not interact with each other. The ones in the city were obviously more powerful, so the outsiders would spontaneously form a group. On the other hand, some gladiators in the city were familiar with each other, and some had a tense relationship with each other. For example, the owner of the Hunahpu Arena, Staccioli, wanted to teach Zhang Heng a lesson.
Three months ago, Staccioli also bought a group of powerful barbarians. He wanted to fight for a good ranking in the gladiatorial show. His eyes swept over Bach and others, and his eyes were full of disdain. However, when he saw Zhang Heng, he paused, and his expression became gloomy.
"Don't say I didn't remind you, Mark Reuss. You'd better leave a few good gladiators in the school. Otherwise, if all your people are killed by my people, I am worried that no one can help you sell tickets. Your Victor Arena will be finished."
Mark Reuss smiled faintly. "Staccioli, you're still as stupid as ever. Why? Are you afraid before the fight even starts? You want me to tie my hands and feet? Do you think I'll fall for such a trick? On the contrary, you should think about the future of the Hunahpu Arena after this performance. "
After that, Mark Reuss turned his head and said to Zhang Heng and the others, "Don't hold back against the people from Hunahpu Arena. Kill them if you can."
Staccioli let out a cold snort when he heard what Zhang Heng said. He then turned around and said to his gladiator fiercely, "Did you hear what he said? If you don't want to die, kill them!"
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Other than Mark Reuss and Staccioli, there were also some gladiator schools that had a good relationship with each other. For example, after Mark Reuss and Staccioli exchanged harsh words, Mark Reuss stood with the owners of two small gladiator schools that he had a good relationship with to exchange the latest information.
At the same time, there was a small disturbance on the other side.
A gladiator from an unknown gladiator school outside the city walked up to a bearded gladiator sitting on the steps and said.
"Are you Sartonilos?"
The bearded gladiator did not even lift his eyelids when he heard this. He just spat out a word indifferently, "Get lost."
However, the man did not leave because of this sentence. Instead, he took half a step closer and continued, "I heard that you are the most famous gladiator in Rome after Sethnets. But do you know what I think about this?"
Sartonilos did not answer. He looked like he had overindulged in alcohol and women.
"That's because the people in this city have never seen what a real gladiator looks like. My gladiator school will go on a tour every year. We will go to all parts of the country to fight with the local gladiators. We will see all kinds of powerful gladiators and constantly hone our martial arts skills. We are different from you. We are not toys for the noblewomen and ladies. We are real warriors," the man said proudly.
It seemed that many gladiators from other places agreed with what he said. This was normal. Although everyone was a gladiator, the gladiators in Rome were generally worth a lot more, and their living conditions were better. They had many admirers, and the owners of the gladiator schools were willing to spend a lot of money on them. On the contrary, the gladiators outside the city, especially those who went on a tour, not only lived a harder life than those in the city, but their reputation and gifts were also not as good as the gladiators in the city. It would be strange if they did not have any ideas.
However, what made the man feel a little strange was that the gladiators who supported him from other places had already been born. However, the gladiators from the gladiator schools in the city did not say a word. And a few gladiators who were closer to him even moved away from him.
At this time, the gladiator named Sartonilos finally raised his head.
"Then why did you come to the city?"
"Of course, to teach you a lesson and let you know where the real masters are …" Before the man could finish his words, Sartonilos, who looked like he was half-dead, suddenly jumped up from the ground and came in front of him. The man was still vigilant of Sartonilos's movements, but he did not expect Sartonilos to hit him in the face the next moment.
The man clearly heard the sound of his nose breaking, and blood gushed out from the two black holes. At the same time, his body leaned back and fell to the ground. After that, Sartonilos rode on him and raised his fist.
The last thing the man saw was Sartonilos's grin.
"Don't worry about your nose, because I can guarantee that you won't need it in the future." After Sartonilos said that, he punched the man's face again, and the latter fainted.
Sartonilos did not stop. He continued to punch the man until the foreign gladiator's head was completely smashed into a pile of mud. Sartonilos raised his head again, tidied his hair with his bloody hand, and wiped the sweat on his face. However, this action made his face look even more ferocious.
After that, Sartonilos patted the dust on his body and stood up from the ground. "Now, it's finally much quieter." His gaze swept across the foreign gladiators present. "Is there anyone else who wants to teach me a lesson on his behalf?"
The foreign gladiators were silent when they heard Zhang Heng's words. Among them, the strong man who looked like a giant seemed to be a little tempted, but his master made a gesture to stop him.
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