"Break the shackles on them." The person in charge of the school.

"Are you sure?" The slave trader hesitated, "They are not ordinary people, and they are not honest at all, do they need to call for more men?" ”

"If we can't even clean them up, then we don't have to open any schools, and it's better to close the doors as soon as possible." The person in charge of the school said lightly,

When the slave trader heard this, he finally stopped hesitating and opened the wooden door of the prisoner cart.

The Germanic prisoners of war stepped out of the car one by one, and the burly man squinted at the head of the school, and then moved his wrists and ankles as if no one was around.

The slave traders turned their gaze to the head of the school on the other side.

The latter said, "Hurry up, don't bother." ”

So the slave trader took out the key on his body, opened the chains on the Germans, and he deliberately left the burliest man at the end, but there was still an accident, when he walked over and opened the shackles of the other party, the next second the other party immediately grabbed him by the neck and lifted him from the ground with only one hand.

The slave trader struggled desperately, kicking his legs indiscriminately, and reaching out in vain to break the Germanic hands, but his counterattack seemed weak and powerless to the eyes of the other party.

His face was flushed, and he could feel the oxygen disappearing from his body.

But neither the two trainers nor the six gladiators reacted.

Just when the slave trader's consciousness became more and more blurred, and he thought that he was going to die here, the burly Germanic man suddenly let go of his hand.

The slave trader's body fell back to the ground, his toes touching the ground first, but then his calves went limp, and he fell to his knees before the burly Germanic man.

The head of the gladiator school snorted coldly, "It seems that you are not stupid enough to go home. ”

"Yes, I think he has a point," said the burly Germanic proudly, "and you should have more men to deal with Bach." ”

"Worse than barbarism is stupidity. Your name is Bach? The head of the school said coldly, "Give this idiot named Bach a training sword, let's see how many catties he has." Then he said to Bach, "You'd better have half your mouth, prove yourself worthy of the seven thousand Sesters, Habitus, and play with him." ”

The gladiator named Habitus smiled and walked out of the crowd, throwing a training wooden sword at the feet of the Germans, and instructed, "Wait until you feel pain, remember to beg for mercy, I will try to be gentle." ”

"I'm the opposite of you, I prefer to beep people in a rude way until they can't get out of bed." Bach's foul language provoked another burst of laughter from the Germanic people.

Habitus did not choose to continue the verbal battle with the Germans, drew his training sword, put it in his hand and weighed it twice, "Standing in front of you is Circitus the Gaul, the ...... of the Victor Arena"

As a result, before he finished introducing himself, Bach on the opposite side had already drawn his sword.

If anyone really thinks that these Germans are as stupid and straightforward as they seem, they are very wrong, in fact these guys are quite savage and cunning, Bach noticed that Habitus was a little relaxed when he introduced himself, and did not hesitate to act.

He was quick and agile like a leopard, and he took a big stride in front of Habitus.

The wooden sword in his hand was swung out, bringing a blast of wind.

However, Habitus on the other side was not flustered when he saw this, obviously he had no defense before, but he easily dodged Bach's sneak attack with just one turn of his body, and then gently hooked Bach's left leg with his toes, the latter could not retract the momentum, and with the power of the forward rush, he was suddenly hooked and stumbled, and the strong Germanic body lost its balance, fell to the ground, and almost didn't eat a mouthful of sand.

"You Germans are fierce in your mouth, but your body is quite honest, and you are in a hurry to kneel down when you meet, which is too polite." Habitus teased.

This time it was the gladiator's turn to burst into laughter.

"Poor fellow, if it was in the arena, the moment Habitus chased after the victory just now, he would have already stabbed this stupid big man in the back with a sword."

"So these Germanic people are just a façade."

The gladiators' disdainful words clearly stirred up the blood in Bach's heart.

"Come again!" The Germans looked very unwilling, shouted and put themselves on their posture again.

This time he seemed to be much more cautious, obviously already knowing that the little gladiator in front of him was not easy to deal with,

And his opponent, Habitus, still has the same indifferent grin.

After that, Bach launched the attack first, and the Germans were finally able to show their whole body skills this time, although his swordsmanship had no rules, but it was fierce and ruthless, and he could maximize his strength advantage, and ordinary people would basically be timid in the face of his terrifying momentum, and his strength could only be half played.

However, Habitus was not one of them, dodging left and right, trying to avoid the Germanic frontal attacks, and then constantly harassing his opponents with some small tricks.

As a result, Bach became more and more angry, and he roared angrily, but he couldn't help the nasty guy in front of him.

Bach felt like a circus lion, empty of claws, yet a laughing stock for his every move.

In the end, he couldn't help but roar angrily, "Let's do it together!" ”

The remaining Germans glanced at each other, but they didn't make a move, and the head of the school on the other side spoke first, "Give them the training sword." ”

Six gladiators and six Germanic prisoners of war, exactly one on one, one no more and one no less.

The two trainers even simply pointed out the movements to help the gladiators perfect their fighting skills, a move that completely angered the Germans.

However, with the experience of Bach, the other five Germans did not dare to underestimate the enemy at this time, and they all fought with twelve points, but some things could not be solved with a correct attitude, although these Germanic prisoners of war had already used their strength, but the result of the battle was still overwhelming.

The gladiators won the game, and all six Germans, including Bach, were cleanly beaten to the ground.

At this time, the person in charge of the school spoke again, "It's a good thing to have self-confidence, but only at this level, don't talk big all day long, don't think that you have killed a few people, and a little bit of combat merit is considered a master, these gladiators in front of you have experienced many more brutal battles than you, this is a real man, compared to them, you are not even a fart." "I have 48 hours a day with the latest chapters coming to the URL: