In one day, Jin Zhan has mobilized 120% of the power output for his body. Now every joint in his body is dissatisfied and protesting against him. He could only stagger and keep walking, following the Bartitas family all the way to a manor.

Battitas's wife, Ludia, complained to him again: "You see, this Oriental man does not even know the basic language, and is a pure savage, so it is no wonder that he can be in cahoots with such an animal as a tiger." ”

Batitas is feeling a little regretful and angry that he has spent his blood on impulse again today. Hearing Ludia's gossip, he was even more dissatisfied and said: "Don't say it, today Lao Tzu let this old thing of Soronis be pitted again, and I must let him return it 10 times another day." ”

"Now this miracle child is another important bargaining chip in my hands, Omenas, you must train me well so that he can grow up quickly."

"By the way, Ludia, you can arrange for someone for him to teach him to speak Dynla."

After making some arrangements, Batitas shook his hand and entered the room. Leaving Omenas and Ludia and the others behind, each with an intriguing expression.

Based on what he has seen and heard today, Jin Zhan has roughly determined the era and environment in which he lives. This iconic ancient Roman architecture and cultural scene is not too difficult for someone who is still interested in history.

It's just that he really hasn't studied these Dingla languages, and it is inevitable that he has to dance and dance with people to communicate with people. For him, who is physically and mentally exhausted, it is really a house leak that coincides with the overnight rain.

But fortunately, although the plot difficulty in this world is like hell at the beginning, it seems that now it seems that he can still be in a relatively stable, safe and comfortable environment. At least not in a state of exhaustion like in the previous world.

In a dark and damp room, Jin Zhan rested and slept peacefully on a small broken bed assigned to him.

The next morning, when the morning light was slightly dewed, Jin Zhan was awakened by a loud shout.

The people in the surrounding houses quickly converged on a large sandy clearing outside the house. Of course, he was no exception, so he had to say goodbye to the sweet sleep land helplessly, and followed everyone to the training ground with sleepy eyes.

In the center of the field, a tall, burly black man in plate armor was looking at him with a golden gaze like a falcon, as if he could see through himself from the inside out.

Jin Zhan had never encountered this kind of gaze, and he wondered what kind of experience this could be such a clever and domineering look. I thought that he might be tortured by staring at him like this, but I didn't want him to signal him to stand aside, and arranged for a maid-like person to come forward and teach him basic language.

With the assembly of the people in the venue, Jin Zhan clearly saw what kind of strong people it was. Almost all of them are tall and strong.

Skeletal muscles are unimaginable, and there were no such physical people in his time, and only in game comics could have such an image.

While Jin Zhan was observing them, the rest of the people also looked at Jin Zhan. They are basically aware of what happened yesterday. Originally, I was very interested in this miracle child who survived from the arena and experienced a lot of legends. But at this time, I couldn't help but fall at first sight.

Not to mention his Oriental appearance, the key is that he is so thin and weak that he can't even see the shadow of a muscle. Most of the women in Capua have stronger and thicker bodies than him. Could it be that this sick appearance really escaped from the claws of the giant tiger of Sibria and defeated a full-fledged gladiator?

Jin Zhan was pained by the hot eyes of this group of rough men on the side, and he couldn't wait to leave this place quickly. How afraid he was that this group of wild people would fight without saying a word, and at the same time facing so many strong men, even if he had three heads and six arms, he would not escape the end of a different head.

But fortunately, the black instructor in the room, Omenas, seemed to be quite a deterrent to this group of muscular men, and under his control, no one could directly come forward and talk to him. However, the good times did not last long, and a short-haired man, the tallest and sturdiest man in the group, walked over to Jin Zhan with an unruly and provocative look. At the same time, he threw the weapon in his hand at Jin Zhan, as if he wanted to have a fight with Jin Zhan.

In desperation, Jin Zhan took the gladiator sword thrown by the other party with both hands, but he felt the huge energy from his hands, and he couldn't help but retreat again and again to unload the momentum. This move was really clumsy in the eyes of the people present, and the short-haired man in front of him was even more fierce and disdainful, beckoning Jin Zhan to come forward and make a gesture.

At this time, Jin Zhan was cheeky to ignore the reason that he didn't understand the language, and no matter how provocative the opponent was, he just turned a deaf ear and pretended not to see or understand. He understands that if the coach on the field does not speak, no one will dare to disadvantage him easily.

The short-haired man looked even more disdainful after a period of provocation to no avail, and spit at Jin Zhan's feet. After finding that the other party was still calm and calm, he had no choice but to go back.

The coach saw Jin Zhan's calm spirit in his eyes, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Raised his hand and said to one of the people in the field: "Spartacus, you come to practice a few moves with Cress, don't let him continue to be arrogant to the newcomer." ”

Hearing the name Spartacus, even though Jin Zhan did not understand the language of Dingla, he could roughly understand the meaning of the syllables, and the name thundered his ears.

Could the heart "Spartacus" be the warrior who rebelled with slaves in the ancient Romer era? When you think about the background features of this era, there is indeed an inexplicable similarity.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a great shock in his heart, and his understanding of this dream world also deepened a little.

It seems that this is a virtual dream world plot in real history, and the horror of this world is that he has to die as a slave at any time, and fights to the death in various gladiatorial competitions. But when will this main plot be over?

In the midst of the rush to battle, the sturdy man who had been replaced by Spartacus stepped out of the group and confronted the short-haired man, Kressie. The two seem to have a holiday, and when they pair up, sparks splash and burn at one point. Two mighty figures fought back and forth in this sandy field.

The yellow sand flies with the wind, and the sound of sonorous swords is endless. Every swing and block reveals great power and beauty. Every time they flickered and moved, turning around to look at the moon, they also revealed their vigorous and flexible posture. Perhaps this is the best interpretation of the gladiator profession.

He was standing by and nodding his head with a golden glint in his eyes, and then he noticed that the black instructor named Omenus was also smiling at him. Could it be that he deliberately arranged this gladiatorial competition, which can be regarded as an introductory training for himself? In this case, this introductory training is also a bit too impressive.

The battle between the two continued, and at first the short-haired man's fierce offensive and strength advantage gave him the upper hand, causing Spartacus to carefully parry and unload on one side, and slowly adjust his defensive stance on the other side, so that his parry and parry movements gradually became more and more rounded.

At the same time, take advantage of the opponent's fast and fierce offensive intervals to counterattack. The timing of each counterattack is just right, so that the opponent has to defend, and at the same time, he has to make temporary changes.

After going back and forth like this a few times, Kress's attack rhythm slowed down significantly, and many coherent moves lost their original power under Spartacus's precise counterattacks, but frequently showed physical flaws in the urgency.

But the good news is that Kress's athletic skills are not far behind. He also quickly adjusted his offensive and defensive posture, breaking Spartacus's offensive and defensive rhythm with the fierce impact of his shield, and once again restored the entire battle situation to an even balance.

Under the high-speed capture of Jin Zhan's brain, frame by frame of the hand-to-hand picture was converted into data by Jin Zhan and stored in the brain. For this kind of competitive skill, Jin Zhan can't fully digest and absorb it for the time being, and it is not easy to use it on himself.

Because if you put yourself in this battle, you can't use this kind of hard-hitting means to fight your opponent, so what does these moves mean to you? Jin Zhan couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

However, when he thought about it again, maybe they were a long-tested athletic master who could really lead him to discover a little physical potential. Thinking of this, Jin Zhan immediately became excited, because once his physical strength began to break through, he would have the possibility of catching up with Zuo Yulan.

For a long time, the battle was still not decided, and the coach's intervention stopped the continued struggle between the two.

In Jin Zhan's view, if it is to continue, it is obvious that Spartacus, who is steady and flexible, will have an advantage. After all, according to his own preferences, he doesn't like Kress's fighting habits of wide opening and closing and fierce attacks.

Because once this powerful move is parried or dodged by the opponent, he is relatively passive, and he has to spend more energy to remedy the loopholes in his defense. Jin Zhan, who has been dealing with program code for a long time, doesn't like the appearance of vulnerabilities.