The next day's gladiatorial performance ended peacefully. There were no accidents, and there were no twists and turns.
Basically, all the powerful gladiators who were favored had made it to the final battle list on the third day. Only ten gladiators were different from what was predicted before the performance began.
Among them, the gladiators from the various gladiator schools in the city occupied most of the positions on the list. Other than the talented gladiators like the giant Terufelos, only a dozen or so gladiators outside the city made it to the final battle list.
This result was quite beyond the expectations of the gladiators outside the city. Just like the unlucky guy who went to provoke Sartonilos that night and got his nose smashed, these gladiators outside the city had to perform everywhere and challenge the local masters. Hence, their actual combat experience should be richer than these "pampered" gladiators in the city. Besides, their living environment was more difficult. Logically speaking, it should be more difficult for them to train.
But the reality was extremely cruel.
The gladiators who had an overwhelming advantage were the "toys of the ladies" that they looked down on.
But this was actually quite normal. The gladiators in these schools in the city had much better living conditions than the gladiators outside the city. Naturally, they had more time to train instead of wasting it on traveling back and forth. Their nutrition was better, and their bodies were stronger. There were also specialized doctors to treat their injuries.
Of course, the most important thing was that the gladiators in the city were generally worth more than the gladiators outside the city. In terms of average price, one gladiator in the city was worth two gladiators outside the city.
Therefore, those slave traders were naturally willing to sell the better and stronger gladiator embryos to the gladiator schools in the city. Some gladiators outside the city even became famous, and their owners would sell them to the gladiator schools in the city at a high price. In contrast, the combat experience of the gladiators outside the city was not enough to make up for the huge gap between the two sides.
Therefore, the current result was not surprising.
After the performance, Zhang Heng took the school's donkey cart back to his residence as usual.
He deliberately chose a later time so that most of the audience would have gone home. This way, he could avoid being harassed by some extreme admirers. Habitus, Bach, and the others also went with him.
By the end of the second day, there were only four gladiators left in the Victor Arena.
Zhang Heng, Bach, Habitus, and a veteran gladiator named Murkazan.
However, although they were all from the same arena, they did not talk much along the way. Perhaps it was because they would be opponents the next day, but the atmosphere was a little quiet.
Zhang Heng did not expect Habitus to speak first.
"Sartonilos and Danaus are discussing how to deal with you."
Ba He sneered when he heard this. "Isn't it a little too late to pull some strings now? Isn't everyone already aware of this matter?"
"But you don't know what Sartonilos and Danaus's specific plan is," Habitus said expressionlessly.
"Oh?" Zhang Heng leaned his back against the wall.
"I know you don't like me. To be honest, I don't like you either." Habitus looked into Bach's eyes. "If there is a chance, I want to punch your arrogant face. And you," Habitus looked at Zhang Heng again. "You think you are better than everyone, and you look down on us. But in the end, we are all from the same gladiator school. If you win the championship, the attendance rate of the Victor Arena will undoubtedly increase. Although I don't want to admit it, this is also good for me."
"So?"
"So, I pretended to accept Sartonilos's invitation at the Amphitheatrum Flavium to infiltrate their ranks," Habitus said. "They plan to concoct a herb that can make people weak and secretly put it in your lunch at noon tomorrow."
"Is there such an herb?" Bach was a little surprised when he heard it.
"This is Rome, not the backwater where a barbarian like you lived before. There are a lot of things you have not seen," Habitus sneered.
Bach was also angry when he heard this. "We barbarians from the backwater will not think of using dirty tricks when we can't beat others. What glory is there in winning like this?"
Habitus did not take it seriously, "If you have been a gladiator for long enough and experienced enough battles, you will know that staying alive is the most important thing. And the best way to survive is to keep winning. It doesn't matter how many tricks you use."
"No wonder I don't like you when I first saw you. Although you are strong, there is a nasty smell on you," Germanic spat out of the donkey cart.
"You better watch your mouth," Habitus's face also became gloomy, "Otherwise, you better pray that you don't meet me tomorrow."
"Oh, I have been waiting for a long time to avenge the first time we met." Bach was not afraid, and he stood up from his seat.
Another gladiator named Murkazan saw that the situation was deteriorating, and he had to be the peacemaker. He got up and stood in front of Bach and Habitus, saying, "Okay, everyone, stop arguing. Calm down. Even if you have any grievances, you can solve them in the arena."
Bach snorted and was about to sit down. However, he did not expect Murkazan, who was acting as the peacemaker, to turn his palm. He took out a knife from nowhere and placed it on Bach's chest.
"It has nothing to do with you. If you know what's good for you, don't move," Murkazan warned.
And just when Murkazan took out the knife, Habitus also took out a small razor and pounced on Zhang Heng on the other side.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye. Just a moment ago, Habitus confessed that he was with Sartonilos and the others to find out how the latter planned to deal with Zhang Heng. The next moment, he suddenly turned against Zhang Heng without any warning.
He and Murkazan had a clear division of tasks. One of them restrained Bach, and the other pounced on the defenseless Zhang Heng.
However, when Habitus met Zhang Heng's eyes, he had a bad feeling because there was no panic or fear in Zhang Heng's eyes.
Zhang Heng just looked at him quietly.
Immediately after that, Habitus saw a flash of light, and two of his fingers that were holding the razor fell to the ground. It was not until blood gushed out from the cut that Habitus felt the pain.
Although he had thought that Zhang Heng was very strong, and he was very cautious, he tried to use words to numb Zhang Heng's nerves before attacking him. However, he did not expect Zhang Heng's razor to be this fast.
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