The three-day gladiatorial show had finally entered its final stage. It was also the biggest stage of the entire gladiatorial show.
Seventy-two gladiators from different gladiator schools with their own unique skills gathered in the arena today. They would compete and fight each other until the final champion was decided.
Unlike the previous twelve-person melee in the Victor Arena, there were more gladiators participating this time, and they were stronger than the previous gladiators. There were no teams, and all gladiators were fighting one-on-one. There was also no resurrection group. In other words, any slight mistake could lead to elimination.
The audience had been looking forward to this visual feast for a long time. So when the gladiators appeared on the stage, they burst into cheers like a tsunami.
Sartonilos and the others finally came back to their senses at this time. They realized that they were now standing on the highest stage of gladiators, representing their respective gladiator schools. Although they were completely terrified of Zhang Heng after what happened yesterday, it did not mean that they could completely give up on the next competition.
That was because this gladiatorial show was crucial to each gladiator school. It would determine the rise and fall of their gladiator schools in the next few years. Therefore, the masters of each gladiator school had basically issued a strict order. Other than requiring their gladiators to fight for the championship, they had also set a minimum goal.
Most of Sartonilos and the others were not free yet. If they could not achieve their goal, they would face a lot of pressure.
So they could not give up now. They were all powerful and famous gladiators. Even if they could not defeat Zhang Heng, they could still gain the upper hand against other gladiators.
So all they needed to do was to avoid Zhang Heng in the next battle.
However, when the battle began, the audience in the stands was surprised to find that the gladiators whom they had high hopes for, the gladiators who they thought could pose a threat to Zhang Heng, had all performed poorly.
In the end, Sartonilos and the others were still affected. These effects were not physical, but mental. Compared to the other gladiators who had been preparing for today's battle, many of them had not slept all night. Their mental state was very poor, and their reaction and sense of danger had decreased to varying degrees. Other than that, they would be distracted by Zhang Heng's situation during the battle. They were afraid that they would face Zhang Heng in the next battle, which made them feel like their hands were tied.
Of course, their strength was still there. If it were during normal times, they could basically control the rhythm of the battle. However, their current opponents were not ordinary gladiators. They were the elite gladiators that had survived several rounds of battles. Even if their strength was slightly weaker than them, the difference was not that big.
Hence, the audience saw a scene that surprised them. The famous gladiators in Rome had lost one after another. Some people who were familiar with Sartonilos and Danaus could not help but wonder if these gladiators had colluded with the banker to deliberately lose the battle and be eliminated early. Otherwise, they would not be able to explain their unsightly performance.
On the contrary, Habitus performed the best among the group of gladiators who attacked Zhang Heng yesterday.
Although he had lost two fingers, he ran away alone after his sneak attack failed. Hence, he missed the scene where Zhang Heng died. His mental state was still relatively stable. The decline in his strength was purely due to his physical condition. As Zhang Heng said, losing two fingers had a great impact on his mastery of weapons.
However, Habitus also found a solution. He switched to holding the sword with his left hand and held the shield with his right hand. This way, he did not need to do too many difficult movements with his right hand.
Of course, he did not dare to use the shield to block his opponent's attack. He was afraid that the shield would fall out of his hand if he used too much strength. Fortunately, he was an agile gladiator, and he had learned some footwork from Dadatis. Even if he only learned a little, it was enough for him to deal with the current battle. He could even gradually gain the upper hand.
This time, Habitus fought with all his might. He did not want the reputation he had accumulated over the years to go down the drain. He gritted his teeth and used all his strength. He did not even hesitate to change some of his previous fighting style, reducing the flashy moves that enhanced the audience's view. He began to fight steadily, and in the end, he successfully defeated his opponent and won the first round.
On the other hand, Habitus, like Sartonilos and others, was paying close attention to Zhang Heng's movements. Seeing that Zhang Heng was still relatively far away from him, and he had just won the battle, Habitus quickly ended the battle.
But when he saw his opponent in the second round, he could not help but be stunned.
The Germanic grinned at him, revealing two rows of teeth. "Yo, isn't this a coincidence? It seems that the grudge between us can finally be resolved."
Habitus was so focused on Zhang Heng that he forgot about Bach. Of course, he had almost reached his limit, and he did not have the energy to pay attention to two people at the same time.
If it were before yesterday's incident, Habitus would not be afraid of encountering Bach at all. Bach's disadvantage was that he was too young. Compared to Habitus, the old fox, he was still a little weaker. Even if Habitus was not a hundred percent confident in defeating Bach, he was at least seventy percent confident in defeating Bach.
But things were different now. He had lost two fingers. Although he could hold a sword with both his hands, his left hand was not as flexible as his right hand. And he barely won the hard battle just now. It took him a lot of energy and stamina. On the other hand, Bach won the battle easily.
Other than that, Bach had obviously planned this a long time ago. He could have won a long time ago, but he deliberately delayed it until now to seek revenge.
Habitus looked at the referee on the side, "We are from the same arena. It doesn't make sense for us to fight each other so early."
As a result, the referee ignored him and made a gesture to start the fight. And Bach did not wait for a second longer. He pounced on Habitus with a grin.
Although the two of them had always disliked each other, Habitus still considered Bach to be on the same level as him. When the two of them met for the first time, although he won easily, there were many factors involved. Bach was tired, hungry, and tired. At the same time, he did not know Habitus well enough. He underestimated Habitus first, and in the end, he suffered a big loss. Habitus easily played him.
But this time, the Germanic came prepared. As soon as he came up, he launched a fierce attack. He did not attack Habitus's vital points. Instead, he forced Habitus to jump and dodge, forcing him to face his attack head-on.
So Habitus was unlucky. He felt that his shield was about to fall out of his hand after taking two blows from Bach. And he had no other way to deal with it. Bach was simply treating him like a mouse. He did not use any moves, nor did he pay attention to any techniques. All he did was attack him like a storm.
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