In the blink of an eye, Habitus lost two fingers, but he could not care less about the pain coming from his amputated fingers. He gritted his teeth and jumped off the donkey cart. When he landed, he lost his footing and almost fell into a puddle.
However, Zhang Heng had no time to chase after him because Bach was still in Murkazan's hands.
However, the latter also had a bad feeling at this moment. He did not expect Habitus to fail and escape alone. This put him in a dilemma now.
He wanted to jump off the donkey cart, but Bach, who was under his control, had been eyeing him. Once he retracted the knife in his hand, Bach would definitely pounce on him immediately.
Not to mention that Zhang Heng was next to him.
"Don't come over, or I will kill him," Murkazan warned Zhang Heng.
"Do I know him that well?" Zhang Heng said as he slowly pulled out another Persian sword.
Murkazan was speechless when he heard Zhang Heng's words.
He knew that Zhang Heng had a good gladiator friend, but that person was named Varo. He did not participate in the gladiatorial performance at the Amphitheatrum Flavium. Before Zhang Heng revealed his strength, the two had been together. If Varo was in Murkazan's hands now, he might be able to threaten Zhang Heng. As for Bach, Bach had always been with his Germanic compatriots. Other than a fight, they did not have much interaction.
When he discussed the action plan with Habitus, he wanted to restrain Bach because he was worried that Bach would be too stubborn and not cooperate with him. Now that the plan failed, Murkazan was in an awkward situation. He could not let go of Bach because Bach would definitely beat him up. If he maintained this posture and did not move, Zhang Heng's Persian sword would stab him.
Murkazan almost cried, but fortunately, the Germanic solved this problem for him.
Just when Murkazan was distracted, Ba He suddenly jumped up and kicked Murkazan's chest. The latter also subconsciously tightened his grip on the knife in his hand. As a result, Murkazan fell backward and at the same time, he waved the knife and a bloody mark appeared on Ba He's chest. Fortunately, the knife did not penetrate deep into his flesh. It only looked bloody but in fact, it was not a big deal.
Bach did not even care about the wound on his body. He immediately rode on Murkazan, raised his fist, and began to teach the latter a lesson.
A tooth for a tooth had always been Bach's creed.
However, he was stopped by Zhang Heng after just a few punches.
Bach frowned, "What? This guy just joined forces with that bastard Habitus to plot against you. Show me your imposing manner when you were fighting the bison. If you don't want to dirty your hands, I can beat you up too." Bach frowned.
"I'm not saying that we shouldn't beat him. It's just that we have more important things to do now. of our hands. Look around," Zhang Heng said helplessly.
Bach raised his head when he heard Zhang Heng's words. He found that the donkey cart had stopped, and the driver had disappeared without a trace. And their current location was a little remote. They seemed to be behind a few warehouses, and there was no one else nearby.
Just when Bach was about to ask Zhang Heng what happened, he saw a group of masked men rushing over from the path between the two warehouses.
Bach rolled his eyes when he saw this. "Is this fun, Sartonilos? Do you think we won't recognize you if you just cover your face with a piece of cloth? "
The leader of the masked men smiled, "It doesn't matter if you recognize me or not. As long as no passers-by see my face, it will be fine."
Bach came to a sudden realization. "You guys are shameless enough. You colluded with Habitus to bring us here. In the end, Habitus failed to kill us, and now you guys are here. Why? Are you planning to gang up on the two of us with a dozen of you? Can you be any more shameless? Aren't you the number one gladiator in Rome after Sethnets retired? "
"Wrong." Sartonilos shook his head, "You are wrong. First of all, I am no longer the number one gladiator in Rome. Although the final result is not out yet, all of us are going to die here this time. The reputation that we have accumulated over the past few years will be used as a stepping stone for others. Now, who doesn't know that the man beside you is the number one gladiator in Rome?"
"So who can you blame? Who asked you to be weaker than him?" Bach sneered. His eyes swept across the crowd. In addition to Sartonilos, he also saw several people who he suspected to be acquaintances. Bach was also secretly shocked. He did not expect that there were so many people who were as shameless as Habitus. Among them, there were many famous masters. How could they be so shameless as to gather together like this?
"We have no choice. We can't just sit here and wait for death. We have to do something before the worst happens." Sartonilos spread his hands, "Besides, there is one more thing that you are wrong about. We don't have so many people to fight against the two of you."
"What's wrong? Are you being gentlemanly now? But it's still shameless to fight one after another, right?" Bach snorted.
"No, no, no. I mean, we have so many people to fight against him. As for you, you can just stand aside and watch."
"No! Don't let him go! He knocked all my teeth out!!! "Murkazan, who was under Bach, suddenly screamed.
As a result, when Bach punched him, Murkazan's other tooth fell out as well. Murkazan immediately became obedient again.
"What do you think? As far as I know, your relationship with him is very ordinary, right? Now that the difference in strength is so obvious, there is no need to get yourself killed," Sartonilos continued.
"Yes, but I'm the same as you cowardly scoundrels." Bach grinned, "Also, do you really think I am a fool? Since you have made up your mind to kill Zhang Heng, will you let me live?"
Sartonilos laughed when he heard what Bach said, "Habitus is right. You may look stupid, but you are not easy to deceive. I have no choice then. I wanted to save some energy."
"Come on, then." Bach picked up his weapon and shield as he spoke and jumped off the donkey cart. When he turned around, he saw that Zhang Heng had put away the Persian sword.
"Huh? Didn't you see those guys? Even if you surrender now, they will not let you go, "Bach reminded him.
"I don't want to surrender, but there is no need to fight with them," Zhang Heng said.
"Are you afraid?" Bach asked rhetorically.
"A little bit. I don't really mind, but if we really start fighting later, I might not be able to take care of you. I'm worried that you'll be chopped into pieces. Besides, these people are still useful to me. What he said before was right. I still need them as my stepping stones, using the honor and reputation they've accumulated to send me to the top. The last big show hasn't started yet. I can't kill all the important supporting roles now, can I?"
"You are still talking big when you are about to die?" Sartonilos sneered, "Look carefully. There is no way out. If you want to leave here, you have to kill all of us. But the question is, can you do it?"
Before he could finish his sentence, Zhang Heng said leisurely, "Who said there is no way out?"
As someone said so, the shadow of a pair of huge wings appeared on the wall behind him, slowly unfolding.
"Later, you'd better close your eyes," Zhang Heng said to Bach, who was still confused.
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