The performance in the morning had nothing to do with Zhang Heng and the other gladiators. After showing their faces, the gladiators returned to the lounge, waiting for their moment to come.
Blood and death were constantly provoking the nerves of the audience in the stands. The shouts and cheers of the gladiators outside made the wooden boards above their heads creak. Dust drifted down from the gaps and landed on the gladiators' hair and shoulders. It looked like ashes after a big fire. However, the lounge was unusually quiet, as if it was another world.
But if one thought that the beasts were asleep, one would be sorely mistaken.
They were just quietly sharpening their teeth and claws in the dark, waiting for the next kill.
However, until the last moment, no one knew who was the prey and who was the hunter.
Finally, accompanied by a burst of continuous cheers and screams, the beast fighting performance came to an end. One hundred bad-tempered bison were slaughtered by the excellent beast fighters. Of course, some of them were also pierced by the hard horns of the bison, or trampled by the hoof of the bison, and lost their lives on the spot.
The yellow sand of the arena was dyed red by the blood of humans and beasts. However, before people could savor the bravery of the gladiators, the next carnival had begun.
The gladiator's moment had finally arrived.
Hawkers shuttled back and forth in the stands, selling snacks such as pine nuts, walnuts, figs, olives, and small bread. Other than that, they also sold more comfortable cushions and aromatic rose water. The people whose throats had become hoarse took advantage of the gap between the two battles to get up and replenish their water at the nearby fountain in front of them. They wanted to continue cheering for their favorite gladiators.
Among the seven gladiators from the Victor Arena, Habitus was the first to fight.
His face was a little gloomy. Although the position of the vanguard was also very important, and if he won the first battle, he could motivate the gladiators behind him. However, he was supposed to be the core of the gladiator team, and he did not need to do such a thing. Zhang Heng was supposed to end the battle, or at least, Bach was supposed to be the last gladiator.
However, in the end, he was still arranged to be the vanguard. This also meant that in the eyes of Mark Reuss, the owner of the gladiator school, he was only the third most important among the seven gladiators. This made Habitus feel insulted.
However, the most important thing at the moment was to win this victory. After all, even if he did not think about the Victor Arena, he still had to think about his own reputation.
Therefore, Habitus went to the trainer next door early to warm up and adjust his state. When his name was called, he followed the person in charge of guiding him to the elevator under the arena.
The entire battle lasted for about fifteen minutes. The audience cheered from time to time until the battle was over. Habitus was the only one who walked back to the lounge. He had a knife wound on his left arm and chest, but they were not serious. After treating them, he sat back in his seat.
His return also attracted a lot of envious eyes. The people who could sit here today were not weak. The fact that Habitus could end the battle in such a short time and at such a low cost also reflected his strength.
After Habitus sat down, several gladiators from the Victor Arena congratulated him one after another. However, he cared about Bach and Zhang Heng the most. He found that Bach and Zhang Heng had already gone to the training room. As for Zhang Heng, he was taking a nap in the corner with the two Persian swords given to him by Mark Reuss.
'So careless?' Habitus sneered. The biggest taboo in this field was to be careless. No matter how strong you were, as long as you let your guard down, you would lose sooner or later.
Sartonilos also had the same idea. Sartonilos had also ended his first battle. He met a strong opponent, the trump card of a small gladiator school. After some twists and turns, he was easily defeated by Sartonilos. However, his opponent was lucky. He admitted defeat in time, and the audience pardoned him because of his excellent performance. Hence, he left the arena alive. Of course, the rest of the performance had nothing to do with him.
However, unlike Habitus, Sartonilos did not want Zhang Heng to be eliminated before the battle. He wanted to fight Zhang Heng again and wash away the shame of last night's battle with his own hands.
As time went by, there were fewer and fewer people in the lounge.
Except for Zhang Heng, the other six gladiators in the Victor Arena had already experienced their first battle. Four of them won, and two lost. Of the two who lost, one survived, and the other died. One of the winners was seriously injured, and he was receiving treatment in the medical room. No one knew if he could participate in the next battle.
Mark Reuss was quite satisfied with the result. After all, the participants this time were basically the elites of the gladiator school. It was quite good that the Victor Arena could achieve a winning rate of more than 60%, especially Bach and Habitus, whom he valued more than anyone else.
Of course, he was most concerned about Zhang Heng's performance. In order to wait for Zhang Heng to fight, Mark Reuss even forgot to drink water.
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"Zhang Heng, Cincinnatus, it's your turn."
When Zhang Heng heard his name, he opened his eyes, yawned, and walked to the elevator with two Persian swords. A kind gladiator behind him reminded him, "You forgot your helmet."
"Thank you, but I don't need that kind of thing," Zhang Heng waved his hand.
After that, his figure disappeared outside the door.
And his arrogance made the quiet lounge burst into an uproar.
However, the noise did not last long before it was drowned out by a tsunami of cheers from the stands.
Sartonilos frowned, a little puzzled. Looking at the time, the two of them should have just stood in the arena. Logically speaking, with Zhang Heng's popularity, it was impossible for him to receive so many cheers during the introduction. No, even for him, it would be difficult for him to receive such continuous cheers when he entered the arena.
However, at this moment, the shock in his heart was obviously not as great as Zhang Heng's opponent in the first round, Cincinnatus.
The latter was now kneeling on one knee, looking at the remaining half of the trident in his hand, his face filled with fear and disbelief.
When the referee was about to introduce both parties according to the usual practice, Zhang Heng interrupted him. Then, Cincinnatus heard the Asian man in front of him say, "Let's talk about these things after the battle."
After that, he rushed towards Cincinnatus, and the scene that happened next was unforgettable for Cincinnatus.
Zhang Heng stepped on the ground, bent his calves slightly, and leaped into the air. He then stretched his body like a crescent moon, full of strength and balance. However, Cincinnatus did not have the time or the mood to appreciate this beautiful scene.
Because Zhang Heng's sword was about to fall on his head, Cincinnatus took half a step back according to his usual fighting habits. After that, he placed his trident in front of him.
After that, he saw Zhang Heng's short sword cut his trident in half and finally stopped in front of his forehead.
After that, Zhang Heng put away his sword, ignored the stunned referee, turned around, and walked to the lounge.
After a moment of silence, the stands burst into the craziest cheers since the beginning of the performance. No matter which gladiator they were supporters of before, at least at this moment, they were conquered by this oriental man and his arrogant and domineering sword.
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