After the battle, Commodus felt much better physically and mentally. After that, he changed into Zhang Heng's clothes and left the gladiator school at night.
Zhang Heng watched his back disappear. After that, he turned around and walked back to the house, only to find that the slave girl was peeking at him through the crack of the door.
Probably because they were familiar with each other, the slave girl was much more relaxed now. She was no longer as reserved as when they first met. She did not blush when she was caught red-handed. Instead, she asked curiously.
"Wow, is the person who came just now really His Majesty the Emperor?"
"Don't you have the copper coins he gave you?" Zhang Heng asked.
"Hmm, I looked at it again. The portrait on it looks like him." The slave girl nodded and said, "I just can't believe it. Even His Majesty the Emperor came to see you. How famous are you now? Have you caught up with Sethnets?"
"Not yet," Zhang Heng said, "Sethnets has been accumulating his reputation for several years."
The slave girl breathed a sigh of relief when she heard Zhang Heng's words. She knew that Mark Reuss attached great importance to valuable ace gladiators. If Zhang Heng became more famous, Mark Reuss might send him more female slaves. When that time came, she might be sent to serve other gladiators.
However, she did not feel happy for long. Zhang Heng then added, "I should be the champion of this gladiatorial show. My popularity should surpass Sethnets."
"Huh?" The slave girl almost jumped up in shock, "So fast?!"
"Well, after all, this is the Amphitheatrum Flavium. There are enough spectators, and the news will spread faster," Zhang Heng said. "What's wrong? Is there something you want to tell me? "
"No, no …" The slave girl quickly shook her head and denied it. Of course, she did not dare to tell Zhang Heng what she was thinking.
And Zhang Heng did not ask any more questions. He just reminded her again, "It's okay for us to be casual when we are together. In the future, don't peek at other people who come to visit you. Don't take it lightly. Some people's identities are very sensitive, especially those big shots. Just a word or two from them might bring you a fatal disaster."
"Is it that scary?" For some reason, the slave girl felt a little sour in her heart. She didn't want Zhang Heng to know her true feelings, but when she saw that he really didn't care about her, she felt very disappointed.
Perhaps in his eyes, she was no different from the other female slaves. Even if she was replaced one day, he probably wouldn't notice.
While the slave girl was thinking about this, Zhang Heng had already gone to fetch water. He took a simple cold shower to wash away the sweat on his body. After that, he went to bed early because there was a gladiatorial show the next day.
…
Compared to the first day, the atmosphere in the arena was obviously different on the second day.
Even Sartonilos, the giant Terufelos, and the Thracian Danaus, who were in the limelight on the first day, could feel that the audience's enthusiasm for them had decreased a lot. After last night, they all knew what happened to Zhang Heng's two earth-shattering battles.
If they asked themselves, they knew that they couldn't do what Zhang Heng did. Not only did Zhang Heng end the first battle quickly, but in the second battle, Zhang Heng subdued a bison with his bare hands. To them, this was simply unbelievable. Even the proudest Sartonilos could feel a strong sense of crisis.
Zhang Heng had obviously become the biggest obstacle on their way to winning the championship. This could also be seen from the odds that Zhang Heng was already at the top of the list.
This easterner single-handedly turned a gladiatorial show that should have been a dazzling show with many stars in it. Naturally, it was difficult for the other gladiators to have a good impression of Zhang Heng.
The only exception was probably Bach, who had already experienced Zhang Heng's strength.
Perhaps it was because he had accepted the fact that he was no match for Zhang Heng, Germanic did not seem to be disappointed. When he came out of the training room, he shouted at Zhang Heng, "I heard that some guys want to join forces to deal with you. You better be careful."
"Is that so?" Zhang Heng raised his eyelids and looked at Habitus and the others on the other side.
Logically speaking, they were all from the Victor Arena. If something bad were to happen, they should stand on the same side. However, it seemed that this was not the case. Zhang Heng saw Habitus being called out by a gladiator earlier, and he came back after that. Habitus obviously knew that there was a conspiracy against Zhang Heng, but he did not warn Zhang Heng like Bach did. There was a high possibility that he was involved in it.
However, Zhang Heng did not care too much about it.
It was difficult to satisfy both sides. Since he wanted to show off his strength to attract Commodus's attention, he would naturally have to consider the threat he posed to the other gladiators. Fortunately, Zhang Heng was confident in his strength. He was now a completely different person compared to when he first entered the dungeon.
At that time, he might have to consider how to reduce the hostility of other gladiators to him. Now, even if Zhang Heng knew that Sartonilos and the others wanted to join forces to deal with him, he did not need to do anything.
The reason was very simple. It was because he was already strong enough.
Due to the extra 24 hours that he had, Zhang Heng's growth speed had long surpassed the increasing difficulty of the dungeon. After the Whistleblower quest, the ordinary dungeons were no longer that dangerous for Zhang Heng. He could also focus on learning new skills in these dungeons, just like how he chose to join the Balance Blade.
Of course, Zhang Heng knew the risks of being an assassin. However, after weighing the risks, he decided to take the risk. This was because he was confident in his own strength.
It was the same now. Due to the rules, the final battle royale could only be one-on-one. No tricks could change that. With his Lv 4 swordsmanship, coupled with the newly learned assassin's footwork, Zhang Heng did not think that anyone would be his opponent.
And this was also reflected in the gladiatorial performance the next day.
Zhang Heng's two battles were equally clean and tidy. No matter what strategy his opponents adopted, they were all desperate and helpless under his two Persian swords. Especially as soon as he appeared on the stage, the entire audience would chant his name rhythmically, and the pressure he brought to his opponents was unparalleled.
The gladiators who could stand in the Flavian Arena were also considered stars in their respective gladiator schools. The audience would always cheer for them, and it was rare for them to become the villain. What was even more difficult was that they would never be able to win back their pride.
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