The morning performance had nothing to do with Zhang Heng and them, and after showing up, the gladiators returned to the lounge, waiting for their moment to come.

Blood and death stirred the nerves of the spectators in the stands all the time, the shouts and cheers outside shook the wooden planks overhead, and dust fell down the cracks, falling on everyone's hair and shoulders like ashes after being burned by a fire, but the inside of the lounge was unusually quiet, as if it were another world.

But if you think that the beast is asleep, you are very wrong.

Because they just grind their teeth and claws quietly in the dark, waiting for a killing.

However, until the last minute, no one knew who was the prey and who was the hunter.

Finally, with a constant burst of cheers and screams, the show came to an end, and a hundred grumpy bison were slaughtered by the good beast fighters, and of course some of them were pierced through the stomach by the hard horns or trampled by the hooves.

The blood of man and beast stained the yellow sand of the arena red, but before people had time to savor the heroic posture of those beast fighters, the next carnival had already begun.

The moment that belonged to the gladiators had finally arrived.

Vendors roamed the stands, selling snacks such as pine nuts, walnuts, figs, olives, and bread, as well as cushions for more comfortable sittings and rosewater with a charming scent, while the hoarse people took advantage of the fight to rehydrate themselves at the drinking fountain near the front of them, so that they could continue to cheer on their favorite gladiators.

The first of the seven in the Victor Arena was Habitus.

His face was slightly gloomy, although the position of the leader is also very important, if he wins the first game, he can encourage the people behind, but he does not need to do this kind of thing with his absolute core identity, Zhang Heng's position at the end belongs to him, or no matter how bad it is, it should be the position of Bach's finale.

However, he was eventually assigned to take the lead, which also meant that in the eyes of Makruz, the master of the gladiator school, he was only the third most important of the seven, which made Habitus feel insulted.

However, the most important thing at the moment is to win this victory first, after all, he has to think about his own prestige even if he doesn't think about Victor Arena.

Therefore, Habitus came to the trainer next door early to warm up and adjust his state until his name was called, and followed the person in charge of guiding him to the elevator under the arena.

The fight lasted about fifteen minutes, and the cheers of the audience rang out from time to time, wave after wave, until the battle was over, and only Habitus walked back to the common room, with a stab wound to his left arm and chest, but not too severe, and he sat back in his place.

His return has also attracted a lot of envious eyes, you must know that the strength of the people who can sit here today is not weak, and the fact that he can end the battle in such a short time at such a small price also reflects the strength of Habitus from the side.

After Habitus sat down, several gladiators in the Victor Arena also congratulated him, but what he cared about most was Bach and Zhang Heng, and it turned out that the Germans who couldn't sit still had already gone to the training room to soak, and Zhang Heng and Zhang Heng were holding the two Persian swords given to him by Makruz and resting in the corner.

So careless? Habitus sneered, the most taboo thing in this line of work is carelessness, because no matter how strong your strength is, as long as you are mentally relaxed, sooner or later there will be a time when you will miss.

And with the same idea, there is Satonilos, Satonilos also ended his first battle, he met an opponent who is not weak, that guy is an ace of a small gladiator school, but after a little twists and turns, he was easily defeated by Satonilos, but the other party's luck was good, he admitted defeat in time, and because he played a good game, he was pardoned by the audience, and left the arena alive, of course, the later performances had nothing to do with him.

However, unlike Habitus, Satonilos didn't want Zhang Heng to be eliminated before, because he also wanted to face the other party again and wash away the shame left by last night's battle.

As time went on, there were fewer and fewer people in the lounge.

In addition to Zhang Heng, the other six people in the Victor Arena have already experienced the first battle, four of them have won, two have failed, and one of the two who failed saved his life, one failed to save his life, and one of the people who won also had a serious injury and was being treated in the medical room, I don't know if I can participate in the next competition.

Makrus is quite satisfied with this result, after all, the participants this time are basically the elite of the gladiator school, and the victory rate of more than sixty percent in the Victor Arena is quite good, especially Bach and Habitus, which he values more, have easily passed.

Of course, what he paid most attention to was Zhang Heng's performance, in order to wait for Zhang Heng to appear, Mark Ruz even forgot to drink water, and the corners of his mouth were blistered.

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"Zhang Heng, Cincinnatius, it's your turn."

Zhang Heng heard his name, opened his eyes from his sleep, yawned, and walked towards the elevator with two Persian swords, and a kind gladiator behind him reminded, "You forgot your helmet." ”

"Thanks, but I don't need anything like that." Zhang Heng waved his hand.

With that, his figure disappeared outside the door.

And his arrogance made the originally dead lounge boil.

However, the noise did not last long before it was drowned out by a tsunami of cheers from the stands.

Satonilos frowned and was a little puzzled, calculating the time, the two should have just stood in the arena, it stands to reason that with Zhang Heng's popularity, it is impossible to gain so many supporters when making an introduction, no, it should be said that even he is difficult to get cheers that last so long when he appears on the stage.

However, the shock in his heart at this moment was obviously not as big as Zhang Heng's opponent in the first round, Cincinnatius.

The latter was now on one knee, looking at the half-found trident in his hand, with a look of horror and disbelief.

Because just when the referee was about to introduce the two sides according to the usual practice, he was interrupted by Zhang Heng, and Cincinnatus heard the Oriental man in front of him say, "Let's save these things until after the fight." ”

With that, he rushed towards Cincinnatus, and the next scene that happened was something that Cincinnatus will never forget.

The soles of the opponent's feet stepped on the ground, their calves flexed slightly, and then leaped into the air, pulling his body into a waning moon, full of strength and balance, but Cincinnatus didn't have the time and mood to appreciate the beauty.

As one of his swords had already fallen on top of his head, Cincinnatus retreated half a step back as he had done in his usual fighting habits, and then held the trident in front of him.

Then, he saw the other man's short sword cut through his trident, and finally landed in front of his forehead.

After that, Zhang Heng put away his sword, ignored the stunned referee, and turned around and walked towards the lounge directly.

And after a moment of silence in the stands, the craziest cheers since the beginning of the show erupted, no matter which gladiator they were supporters before, at least at this moment they were conquered by this oriental and his arrogant and domineering sword.