In Black Mamba's opinion, there was no suspense in this seven-on-one fight.
For street thugs like them, bullying the weak and fearing the strong was a basic survival skill. When they had the upper hand, they would try their best to maximize their victory. When the situation was unfavorable, they would tuck their tails between their legs.
Only those who fully adapted to the environment and decided their actions according to the environment could survive in this land full of chaos and evil. If the area from Trajan's Square to the palace symbolized the bright and prosperous side of Rome, then this place represented the dark and dilapidated side of Rome. Everywhere, the poor were struggling to survive.
Being ruthless was not a derogatory term. It was a necessary quality to survive.
Therefore, the first guy with the hammer was aiming for Zhang Heng's arms. As long as he crippled Zhang Heng's arms, he would have no room to fight back. After that, he would be at their mercy.
The man with the hammer thought he was being merciful, deliberately avoiding several vital parts of Zhang Heng's body. Of course, the main reason was that it was still daytime. Although there was no effective security in this area, it would still be troublesome if someone was killed.
However, the guy in front of him did not retreat. Instead, he rushed into his arms.
The guy with the hammer did not know why he was sent flying when the two collided. The difference in their sizes was not too big, but the next moment, he was sent flying.
Since joining this magical game, Zhang Heng had been actively working out. And the time he spent in the real world was twice as long. Now, he had a very good foundation. Although his strength was not as good as Bach and Terufelos, he was considered excellent compared to most people. He was not someone that a random gangster could compare to. Besides, he had also gone through Gaby's special training in this quest.
Zhang Heng's head-on collision sent his opponent flying, and he fell on the fruit stall on the side, smashing it. But then, the second person also rushed over, and his partner was beside him.
Both of them were underground gladiators.
The so-called underground gladiators referred to the gladiators who did not perform in the arena. Generally, they were not strong enough to become an official gladiator. For example, a free man who failed the final assessment and could no longer stay in the gladiator school, or a gladiator who had to retire because he was too old. Some of them had been injured before, and their strength was no longer there. However, they wanted to continue to make money in this industry, so they became underground gladiators.
Their performance venue was more casual. They could simply set up a stage or find an alley to hold an underground gladiatorial show. And most of the audience were poor civilians or even slaves. Just like a formal gladiatorial show, the organizers usually supported people to place bets. At the same time, to satisfy the audience's requirements, the rules would be more open.
For example, there was no need to pay attention to the profession, and weapons were a lot easier. There were even some bloody performances like death fights. So, those who were underground gladiators usually had some skills.
These two were also the best among Black Mamba. They were the ones who won many tough battles before. Zhang Heng. Black Mamba Black had high hopes for them.
However, the next scene slapped him hard in the face.
The two underground gladiators, who usually fought two against four or even five, were no longer as fierce as they used to be. One of them was stabbed in the arm by a dagger, and he could no longer hold on to the dagger in his hand.
At this moment, a hand helped him catch the dagger that was about to fall to the ground. After that, Zhang Heng used the dagger to block another gladiator's attack. He then kicked the gladiator's chest, sending him rolling to the side.
Seeing this, Black Mamba Black finally panicked. He waved his hand and asked the remaining gladiators to charge at the two gladiators. Although they were moving together, Zhang Heng did not know how the other party moved his feet. He easily separated them and killed them one by one.
In the end, the seven gladiators were like the Calabash Brothers trying to save their grandfather. Not only did they fail to surround Zhang Heng, but they were all knocked to the ground, and each of them was more or less injured.
Black Mamba knew that his group had kicked an iron plate today. There was no suspense in the seven versus one fight, but there was no suspense in his group's defeat. They did not even survive a single move. Even the two strongest among them could not cause any trouble for the other party. After the fight, Zhang Heng was not injured at all.
"You … who exactly are you?" Black Mamba looked at Heng in bewilderment.
"Zhang Heng." Zhang Heng did not hide it.
Black Mamba felt that the name sounded a little familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before. His two underground gladiators reacted much faster than him. When they heard the name, fear immediately appeared on their faces.
"You … you … you are the Oriental who won the championship in the Amphitheatrum Flavium?"
"That's right." Heng nodded.
"It's you!" Black Mamba took a deep breath. Although they were not slaves, most of the people who lived in this area were not qualified to watch the performance at the Amphitheatrum Flavium. He had not seen Zhang Heng's battle with his own eyes, but during this period, the legend of this Oriental was circulating in the entire city of Rome. It was hard for him not to know this name.
Whether it was defeating those famous gladiators within ten moves or taming the bison with his bare hands, it was unheard of. Not to mention, there were rumors that he was the incarnation of a god.
Now, Black Mamba regretted not recognizing Zhang Heng earlier. It stood to reason that Zhang Heng's appearance was quite unique. However, this was an area with many ethnic groups, and there were many foreigners here. So, Black Mamba did not think too much about it.
Besides, how unlucky was he to bump into the champion of the Amphitheatrum Flavium?
After knowing Zhang Heng's identity, Black Mamba had given up all thoughts of resisting. He still knew his limits. Although they had the advantage in numbers, they could not defeat a bison even if they joined forces. So, it was wiser for him to lie on the ground.
And Zhang Heng did not make things difficult for him. After asking for his address, he let them go. Black Mamba breathed a sigh of relief and quickly asked his men to help those who could not walk on their own. After that, he quickly ran away.
The slave girl, who was watching the battle on the side, seemed a little dissatisfied. She asked Zhang Heng, "Why did you let the bad guys go just like that?"
"Bad guys? Oh, according to the normal definition of bad guys, the people who live here are basically bad guys. If they are all arrested, the imperial prison will not be able to accommodate them. And no one will be able to do those low-return, high-intensity jobs in the future. " Zhang Heng shook his head, "Although there are objective standards to evaluate a person, we should also consider the environment he is in. The situation here is more complicated, and it is difficult for a good person to survive in the traditional sense."
"But isn't the job of the patrol team to eliminate crime?" The slave girl was puzzled.
"The patrol's job is not to eliminate crime, but to make criminal activities more controllable. Don't worry. I've done this kind of thing once before, and I'm just doing it again. Besides, I have an official background this time. Well, let's call it a day. You should go home first. I still have something to ask him." "That's it for you."
Zhang Heng pointed at the boy who snatched the money.
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