Chapter 108: To Rome?
The battle at the end of the season is always so fast, and when he rushes towards the gladiators on the opposite side, several of the gladiators on the opposite side roar as if they are emboldened for themselves, and they meet the end of the season. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info
But they are really too weak at the end of the season, even if they don't use internal strength, they can easily kill them at the end of the season.
The short sword in his hand waved, and with the footsteps of the end of the season, it directly pierced the chest of a person, and the next second, when the other gladiators swung their weapons, they had left the place lightly.
Not backwards, but forwards.
The weapons in the hands of those gladiators were like long eyes, grazing Ji Mo's body and falling, but Ji Mo was when the opponent's weapon fell and he was unable to defend himself, the short sword in his hand slashed out lightly again, wiping the necks of the two of them, and suddenly, two dazzling red springs erupted.
"Doomsday, doomsday!"
The amazing action at the end of the season immediately caused a burst of cheers.
Compared to the end of the season, the movements of the remaining four gladiators were too slow, not only could they not touch the flexible end of the season, but even the end of the season did not use their weapons to block their weapons, the weapons of both sides did not make a single exchange sound, and the short sword in the hand of the end of the season was like an invitation from death, every time it was swung, it would take away a life.
Quickly, from the end of the season to the end, it was less than half a minute, and the enemies on the opposite side were all dead, and even some spectators in the dueling arena would miss the last second of a life lost just by turning their heads.
"Clank!" Throwing away the short sword full of blood in his hand, the end of the season was cheering, without looking back, and walked into the exit passage.
And when he walked in at the end of the season, Maximus was already waiting at the door.
The two tapped each other on the shoulder as if they were a relay run, stopping at the end of the season and Maximus striding out.
Standing at the entrance of the blocked passageway, the end of the season crossed his arms and watched Maximus' battle.
Unlike at the end of the season, when he went straight to the kill, Maximus bowed his head in respect to several gladiators on the opposite side, causing a burst of cheers before the battle began.
Maximus seems to have a charm in itself, and even a casual move will attract everyone's attention.
If the killings at the end of the season are fast and amazing, and the blows are fatal, so that others will inadvertently miss them, Maximus is swift and deadly, with each sword splattered with blood, showing the cruelty of the gladiatorial fight, so that everyone can see it clearly.
After watching Maximus coldly slash off the head of the last enemy with two short swords in both hands, the end of the season withdrew his gaze, but at this time, Maximus in the field threw a short sword in his hand at the audience with a look of impatience.
"Clank!" The short sword fell, making a crisp landing sound, and the whole scene was silent for a moment.
"Are you still not satisfied? Are you still not satisfied? Isn't that what you're here for? ”
Maximus roared with disdain for all the spectators, and then the words fell, throwing away the other dagger in his hand, scanning the circle with a squinting eye, and spitting out a mouthful of disdain.
Maximus looked arrogant, like a lion, and everyone present was not taken seriously by him.
Arrogance, contempt, and bravery, which coincides with the image of an arrogant hero in the hearts of all audiences.
Suddenly, the scene seemed to freeze and became more silent, but the next second was the most high-pitched cheer in the gladiatorial arena so far.
It's still and moving, it's shocking.
"Spaniards, Spaniards!"
Listening to the cheers, the end of the season took a long breath, Maximus was impatient because of the long killing, and with the last disdain, he actually won the hearts of the audience at this moment, which was a surprise.
"From the beginning to the present, there have only been twelve gladiatorial fights, and there are still five gladiatorial fights, which is still a lot away from the task!" At the end of the season, he muttered, but there was some regret.
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Prosimo's gladiator training ground.
Prosimo's room.
As soon as the gladiatorial fight was over, Prosimo returned to the training ground with his gladiators and invited the two to his room at the end of the season.
At the end of the season, he leaned leisurely against the window, looking at the sky outside, listening to the conversation between Maximus and Prosimo.
"What do you want? Woman? Or money? Prosimo asked Maximus that in the gladiatorial arena, although he was much more powerful than Maximus at the end of the season, Prosimo valued Maximus more.
If at the end of the season in the gladiatorial arena is an elegant, cold, and stunning lone panther, Maximus is a lion whose every move will attract everyone's attention.
It's not that he is stronger than the end of the season, but he is more suitable for the gladiatorial arena than the end of the season, Maximus seems to be born a hero, and the audience in the gladiatorial arena loves the hero the most, and his words and deeds can deeply influence and inspire those around him.
"Haha!" As soon as Prosimo's words came out, he laughed out loud at the end of the season without giving face.
Maximus glared at the end of the season and said, "What are you looking for us?" ”。
The tone is not a question, but an affirmation.
"Yes, you are indeed very good, especially you, Spaniard, you were born to attract the attention of the people around you, but you can become better, more popular in the gladiatorial arena, make the audience more crazy for you, and of course, at the end of the season you just need to learn a little bit about how to entertain the audience, and you will become more popular than you are now!"
At the end of the season, he said lightly: "I don't have the idea of changing, whether they like it or not, killing is killing people." ”。
"Yes, in this place, you just have to kill as many people as you like and kill all the enemies, but in Rome, it doesn't work!"
"Rome?" The twinkling gaze at the end of the season met all of Maximus's thoughtful gaze and continued to listen.
"Young Caesar arranged one hundred and fifty days of great athletics in memory of his deceased father......"
Hearing this, it didn't matter at the end of the season, but Maximus couldn't help but clench his fists.
"I think it's funny, because it was his father who forbade gladiator competition, and I never thought that in my lifetime, I would be able to return to the Colosseum in Rome again!"
"You know what? The Colosseum was where the gladiators belonged! ”
"As gladiators, you should all go and see it, experience it, be watched by 50,000 spectators, and they cheer because of your every move, the cheers that keep raising for you, like a storm, and then you will become the god who causes the storm! Enjoy the adoring gaze from them! ”