"Giant" Terufelos belonged to the gladiators outside the city. Naturally, he was ostracized by the gladiators in the city. However, Sartonilos valued his strength. So, he sent someone to hint at Terufelos, but he did not get a response. Hence, Terufelos did not participate in the assassination last night.
So when he walked into the lounge early in the morning, he was taken aback because the atmosphere here was a little weird.
Of course, it wasn't that the atmosphere wasn't weird. After all, he saw Sartonilos's petty tricks of forming cliques everywhere. Zhang Heng, on the other hand, looked like he didn't want anyone to get close to him. The entire lounge was filled with the smell of gunpowder.
Today, however, the smell of gunpowder had disappeared.
Terufelos was a little puzzled. He deliberately looked at Sartonilos, only to see the latter sitting there with a pale face. He seemed a little nervous, like a rookie who was about to step into the arena for the first time. From time to time, he would touch here and there.
'What the hell is going on now?' Terufelos frowned. After the previous rounds of elimination, the remaining gladiators were all powerful gladiators. The next round would be the highlight of the show. The ace gladiators would fight against each other. However, Sartonilos did not rest and prepare for the next battle. Instead, he looked distracted.
And he wasn't the only exception. There were more than a dozen other contestants like him, including Danaus and Alakshaeus, who were the favorites to win the championship. They all looked tired and tired, as if they hadn't slept well.
Only the Asian man sitting in the corner did not look any different from before.
What the hell was going on?!
From Terufelos's point of view, Zhang Heng was indeed strong now. He had also heard about Zhang Heng's previous amazing results. Other than fighting bare-handed, Zhang Heng's battles with other gladiators often ended quickly. No one used more than ten moves. However, Sartonilos and the other veteran gladiators were also famous for a long time. There was no reason for him to not have the courage to fight Zhang Heng.
And Terufelos could feel that if Sartonilos and the others stayed away from Zhang Heng yesterday because they were secretly plotting something against him, Sartonilos and the others stayed away from Zhang Heng purely because they were afraid.
It was like the instinctive fear of a mouse encountering a cat.
Habitus, who was in the same arena as Zhang Heng, was in the worst situation. The two were from the same school, but they were sitting far apart from each other. Habitus's face was as pale as a sheet, and he kept his right hand in his pocket.
Terufelos couldn't figure it out. Wasn't it just one night? Why did this group of people seem to have changed?
Just then, someone bumped into his back again. Before Terufelos could say anything, the person who had bumped into him started apologizing profusely.
Terufelos turned around and saw Murkazan with a swollen face. "What happened to your face?" he asked in surprise.
"I, I … I fell myself." Murkazan insisted that it was an accident. Other than being afraid of Zhang Heng, he also knew that they would be severely punished if what they did yesterday was revealed to the public. After all, if they could not defeat Zhang Heng in the arena, they had to resort to some underhanded means to solve the problem in private. It was simply challenging the bottom line of the gladiatorial show's organizer. And the organizer of this duel was the emperor of the empire.
It would be fine if Zhang Heng died, but the problem was that Murkazan was still alive. And Murkazan wanted to cry when he thought about what happened last night. They had agreed to solve the biggest threat to win the championship together. In the end, not only did they fail to solve the threat, they even provoked a god.
The god was the incarnation of the gods on earth. In ancient legends, no human could threaten the gods except for the heroes who were half-human and half-god.
"Did you fall?" Terufelos's eyes were full of suspicion. "How many times did you fall before you lost half of your teeth?"
Murkazan was speechless. All he could do was show an awkward smile.
Fortunately, this embarrassment did not last long. Soon, the Slavic, who was in charge of receiving the gladiators from various gladiator schools, walked in again and said, "Get ready. After today's beastmaster performance is over, only your final battle is left."
Terufelos nodded and raised the trident in his hand. "I'm ready. I'll show you my strength."
Now that Zhang Heng was here, the other gladiators did not talk about winning the championship, at least not verbally.
However, even with this kind of encouragement, there were only a few people in the large lounge who agreed with him. Sartonilos and the others were still half-dead. Terufelos even wondered if their wives had died yesterday. That was why they looked so sad.
…
However, no matter how reluctant Sartonilos and others were, the final battle still came as scheduled.
Zhang Heng stood up from where he was sitting, and the entire lounge seemed to pause for a second with his movement. After that, Zhang Heng picked up his two Persian swords.
"Everyone, I'll see you in the arena."
On the other side, Bach also grinned and put on his helmet.
On the lift, the gladiators consciously left the middle position for Zhang Heng because they knew who the audience was here for today. Zhang Heng was probably the first gladiator in history to conquer the Amphitheatrum Flavium before the gladiatorial performance ended.
The position next to Zhang Heng should have been reserved for Sartonilos and the other gladiators who also had a chance to win the championship. However, except for Terufelos and Bach, Sartonilos, Danaus, and others insisted on standing at the outermost layer. At the same time, they kept an eye on Zhang Heng's movements. It was as if they would jump off the lift and run for their lives if anything happened.
What was even more exaggerated was that even though they were several layers away from Zhang Heng, they still seemed to be full of anxiety.
Terufelos wanted to ask them if Zhang Heng could suddenly fly to their side after hiding so far away from them.
The next moment, the lift began to rise. The slaves pushed the winch, sending today's protagonists from the dark underground to the sand outside.
The 90,000 seats in the Amphitheatrum Flavium were all occupied, and the colorful satin on the poles fluttered in the wind. Other than that, many people who did not have tickets came to the arena early in the morning to witness the birth of a legend.
On this day, the entire city of Rome was empty.
Even Sethnets couldn't create such a scene when he was at his peak.
And when the 72 gladiators finally appeared in the arena, the entire Amphitheatrum Flavium was boiling with excitement. The huge wave of human voices seemed to drown everything.
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