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"Heh, just his body? I bet on five dinars, and the Numidians won. ”

At the Gratiem Gladiator Academy in early winter, gladiators gathered in twos and threes to watch such a gladiatorial battle that seemed to have a huge disparity in strength on the edge of the venue.

Klein was a black, Numidian from the desert region of Africa. Strong and rough, he was the long-time champion of this gladiator academy. And his opponent is the Marc Aduneus who has just been picked up from the garbage heap by his master, that is, Zhang Ce......

This was originally a gladiatorial battle that would be won or lost before it was fought, but the gladiators were bored and coaxed, so Zhang Ce had to appear and fight with the boss of the gladiator academy. Although both sides use wooden swords, such a tall Numidian, I'm afraid Zhang Ce can't stand it.

"Roar, roar, roar."

The fellow gladiators on the sidelines began to shout, apparently they had all made a good bet, or almost no one was betting that Zhang Ce would win. Adurneus, what kind of waste material is this, everyone sees it, how the owner of the gladiator academy would buy such a waste in the first place, everyone doesn't know, but it is true that in a few months, this young man has barely grown, at least before Zhang Ce crossed.

But now, the fact that the otaku uncle of the 21st century has crossed into the body of this young man is unknown to anyone.

The shouts from the sidelines became more and more intense, just like what Zhang Ce saw in the arena that day, the audience was like crazy beasts, and every movement of the gladiators would excite them, as if they had been beaten with adrenaline.

"Roar."

Klein was agitated by the atmosphere of the gladiators on the sidelines, and rushed towards Xiao Xianrou Zhang Ce.

Like a mad beast, his momentum is unstoppable.

The moment he sprinted, the dust under his feet was raised, and Numidia's roar scared Zhang Ce almost instantly.

But Zhang Ce, who experienced the blood-spattered arena that day, is no longer as afraid of battle as he was at the beginning. However, it is still no match for the Numidian blacks.

Klein slashed with a sword, and Zhang Ce staggered away from the first attack, but he didn't practice horse walking, and his legs almost trembled and retreated.

Klein saw Zhang Ce's movements clearly, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise a contemptuous smile. Immediately, the black man, who was as strong as an ox, swung his fist again.

In front of his eyes, a fledgling little fresh meat didn't need him to use a sword at all, and his fist could solve it.

"Hmm."

The moment Klein's iron fist hit, Zhang Ce shook his head again and dodged.

Maybe he was born with this kind of talent for fighting, three years of college, Zhang Ce did not participate in any taekwondo learning, nor did he participate in any boxing training, but you have to believe that human beings are gifted with this thing, in now, when the violent Numidian black man in front of him punches him, Zhang Ce can even clearly see the direction of the opponent's fist. Perceive in advance the intentions of this "boxer" offense.

"Roar."

After several consecutive punches failed to hit the little fresh meat in front of him, the Numidians erupted, and the savage roar came from deep in their throats.

At this time, Klein didn't bother to entangle with Zhang Ce anymore, and directly pounced on the Romans in front of him.

If Zhang Ce, who had just opened the distance, could barely deal with it, then right now, this black man's bear hug, the little tender meat Zhang Ce couldn't bear it anyway.

There was a frantic thrashing, and the diplomatically skilled gladiator wrestled, and Crane threw the little fresh meat named Aduneus to the ground with three strikes and five divisions.

Anyway, the feeling of a knee fall is really painful, although it is only a skin injury, and a layer of bruising has been rubbed, but this injury is a big injury for an otaku college student who has always been pampered. Although in this world, such a wound was almost negligible for a gladiator.

"Haha, do you want to accept it, little tender meat Adune?"

After falling Zhang Ce, Klein complacently dragged Zhang Ce up from the sand, such a simple and rough fall, and such a simple and rough pull, well, this is simply the world of barbarians.

After being pulled up simply and rudely, Zhang Ce didn't have time to deal with the wound, and the gladiators didn't pay attention to this kind of skin trauma at all, and they began to go to other places to pass the time bored.

And Klein happily accepted the gambling money, put it on Zhang Ce's shoulder, and walked in the direction of the cafeteria, obviously, gladiatorial fights are gladiatorial fights, and everyone is still good brothers after fighting, this is the consistent style of Klein, a big black man. It's just that he was carried by a black bear, which made Zhang Ce, who had just crossed, still feel very uncomfortable.

Alas, maybe you will have to be a little more gentleman in the future!

But one thing is also very strange, a few days of collective life made Zhang Ce observe that the life of gladiators is not as unfree and abused as shown in movies and television, in fact, many gladiators are even free, thinking of the real history books of ancient Rome he saw in the library, Zhang Ce can't help but recall that it is now the late republic, and many gladiators are actually civilians who voluntarily joined this profession.

They are not actually slaves, but they are free at the beginning of joining, and they enter the arena to fight purely for rich rewards, you know, a bankrupt Roman commoner, in addition to joining the legion, it is difficult to find other ways to make a fortune, and joining the legion is risky, in this era, Rome fights every day, and it is not good to eat and drink well at the last meal, and the next meal will be a ghost.

Therefore, in such a special historical context, many Roman civilians preferred to become gladiators rather than join the army. In addition, if the gladiators won in the arena one after another, they could also achieve glory, the Romans especially valued this, and Zhang Ce didn't know why, people at that time would pay special attention to these flashy things.

However, if you think about it carefully, the people of ancient times seem to have a better moral character than today's people, at least not like today's people, in order to achieve their goals, they will not compromise the means, and their reputation will not be bad......

"Then Aduneus, I heard that you came from Spain? Can you tell me, how are the women over there in Spain? Like theirs**,**? ”

Crane put his arm on Zhang Ce's shoulders and said naturally, as if this kind of topic was commonplace in Roman society.

"First of all, I don't call Aduneus. My real name is Zhang Ce. Also, all my previous memories have been washed away, I seem to have been dragged into the carriage, and I don't remember what happened before. ”

Grabbed by Klein's shoulders, Zhang Ce turned his head and replied to the somewhat cynical-looking Numidian. In fact, Zhang Ce didn't expect Klein to believe when he said it, a name that sounded exactly like a Martian, and people in this society would only have ghosts if they believed it.

"Zhang Ce?"

Klein's mouth was wide open, his tongue was knotted, and it took him a long time to say the obscure name with the little tender Roman meat next to him.

"Yes, you will call me Zhang Ce in the future, the master's side, I will tell him."

Aduneus, the name of the ghost of the horse, this name Zhang Ce felt bored when he heard it, just like a woman's name, and I don't know if the slave owner who bought him was the one who gave himself such a name?