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In winter, a cold wind blows through the gladiator academy of Gretiem, and the sun washed white by the winter rain hangs high in the clouds, but there is no trace of warmth. The gladiators were called to the training ground by instructor Karux.

It was a small training playground, and directly in front of the playground was a three-storey Roman courtyard villa, and it was obvious that the owners of the gladiator academy would occasionally visit and stay for a few days, and would also come from time to time to watch their gladiator performances.

Of course they were all slaves.

Gladiators who were not slaves were free to come and go, and their masters had no right to interfere in their lives.

Many times, in order to learn more gladiatorial skills, free people even pay their own tuition to come here to be trained and beaten, but Zhang Ce and Klein do not belong to this kind of people, they have no freedom, most of the prize money won in the arena also flows into the pockets of the masters, and the masters of the gladiator academy are responsible for supporting them, so the slave gladiators also have to serve their masters for free, that is, they sell their lives......

"Today, as usual, I trained in pairs. Bata and Aulus in a group, Prieus, Klein, you two in a group. ”

After the instructor arranged everyone's training grouping, he walked in front of the recruit as if nothing happened. That is, Zhang Ce.

Just like when a teacher was punishing students when he was a child, Zhang Ce was standing in the cold wind at this moment, and his heart began to feel uneasy......

Training in pairs, this is a regular training every day, but today, Zhang Ce was not assigned to any group of training teams, and the instructor took out two "wooden swords" from the arsenal? In short, the weapon was covered with rags, and Zhang Ce couldn't see what was in the sack, and he didn't know what the instructor wanted to do to him?

"Today, Aduneus, I will train you myself."

The chief instructor of the gladiator academy of Gretim was a strong Carthaginian, and it may not be appropriate to say this, because Carthage had long since been destroyed by Rome, and the current Carthage is only a territorial concept. The Romans, who lived in Carthage in their early years, should say so.

Chief Instructor Marcus walked in front of Zhang Ce with an absolutely majestic look.

It was an expressionless face, but it made people feel chills when they looked at it. Zhang Ce didn't know what kind of brutal test this strong Carthaginian had gone through before becoming a gladiator instructor, but he was sure that this kind of brutal training would come to him next.

Marcus said, pulling Zhang Ce out of the crowd, this rough move also made the other gladiators who were training turn their heads one after another, what happened?

Bang dang.

Just as everyone was confused, Marcus threw two glittering Roman daggers from the rough sack!

Yes, a true Roman dagger with a sharp edge that reflects a chilly glow in the winter sun.

Gladiators trained to one day experience real battles, real bloodshed and pain. It's just that many gladiators start to fight with real knives and guns after they have completed their physical fitness and skills. This kind of training will cause bleeding among comrades-in-arms, and in serious cases, it will even cause the death of the other party, so it can't be carried out often, but today, the instructor wants to directly push Zhang Ce to the forefront?

Everyone was stunned by the scene and stopped what they were doing.

However, in the next second, the instructor yelled at everyone to continue training, obviously this training belonged only to Zhang Ce......

"Pick it up and cut me."

Marcus said coldly, still without a trace of expression on his face, but his words revealed unquestionable authority.

At this time, Zhang Ce found that on the balcony of the Roman aristocratic villa in front of him, a tall figure suddenly appeared, who was the owner of this gladiator academy.

Although he experienced two arena fights, Zhang Ce still didn't dare to ask for people's lives, and when the sword was against the opponent's neck, he always trembled and couldn't start, maybe this is the real reason why the master of the gladiator academy specially arranged this training for himself today? Want to train yourself to be a truly bloodthirsty beast?

Zhang Ce didn't know, but the fight with the instructor had to be carried out.

In the noisy gladiator sand training ground, Marcus picked up the gladiator dagger on the ground. At the same time, another sharp fighting sword was kicked to Zhang Ce.

There was no choice but to fight.

But in the past, the fighting was all in the arena, facing the enemy who wanted to kill him, but today it is the coach who stands in front of him.

Zhang Ce knew that the other party didn't want to kill him at all, he just wanted to train himself, how could he do it in the face of his own people?

......Shh

The moment the iron sword was picked up from the ground, Marcus attacked like a real beast!

Swift as the wind of assassination, slashing, just a few strokes, Zhang Ce felt powerless to parry, it was the perfect combination of speed and strength, no one could stand in place under such a stormy blow.

"Arise, assassinate me as your enemy, assassinate me as a gladiator who will kill you, kill me, you are not responsible, this is the master's command."

Marcus roared angrily, like a barbarian, and before Zhang Ce could react, the coach's attack hit him again.

The speed was so fast that Zhang Ce could barely see the direction of the sword shadow, and bursts of cold light flashed, until there was a sharp pain in his chest, and Zhang Ce knew that he was injured......

Although the knife wound was not fatal, it left a deep sword mark on the chest, the skin opened and the flesh opened, and the blood slowly oozes out.

The seasoned gladiators have long been accustomed to such a scene, but the novices looked at the scene on the field in surprise, and they will have to face the training project at this moment in the future, but Zhang Ce staged this scene in advance.

The short sword was stained with blood, enduring the pain, Zhang Ce took a few steps back, this time, it won't work if he doesn't fight, and if he is chopped down like this, he will be crippled if he doesn't die. Fortunately, it's winter, if it's summer, such a deep wound will inevitably become inflamed, grandma's, these ancient people don't have common sense at all.

You can't just lie down.

The deep wound drove Zhang Ce to regard the instructor opposite as an enemy.

The next moment, the two gladiators rushed towards each other again, this time, Marcus directly threw away the short sword in his hand, a quick sprint, at the moment of rushing towards Zhang Ce, with a crushing speed advantage, directly grasped the short sword in Zhang Ce's hand, and then a fierce punch in his left hand.

Feeling the incomparable pain in his abdomen, Zhang Ce felt that his internal organs were almost about to vomit out, as if his intestines were being squeezed, and in a burst of pain, Zhang Ce, a college otaku, fell to the ground, covering his abdomen with both hands, and screamed in pain.

However, the instructor's training was not over yet, and this harsh gladiator instructor walked up and directly stepped on Zhang Ce's head.

Yes! My head is going to crack.

It hurts, it feels like having surgery without anesthetic, and Zhang Ce feels the most painful torture since the crossing.

However, this is the process through which the gladiator must grow, and the tall figure gradually enters the room in the noble villa not far away, which is only the first lesson for the owner of this mansion to train this young gladiator......