Scarborough Fairground, a large commodity distribution center in Wasam City and the docks, belongs to the sphere of influence of the Inland Horse Racing Chamber of Candras, and is also a low-level place where all kinds of human roots are concentrated. www.biquge.info The whole market can be regarded as a big dye vat where profit-hungry people continue to degenerate, in addition to the legal shops, there is naturally a black market for underground transactions, not to mention the wind and moon places for dogs and horses.

As Hai Shan said, the Western Expedition Festival is just a second-rate festival here. Candras was originally a barren land where birds don't poop, sparsely populated. In that year, Lakis fought bloody battles in Yvegro and Antesteague, but when he passed through Candras, he traveled completely unhindered, except passing through a few small villages. So for the people here, the great Rakis Expedition to the West did not bring civilization at all, and only King Leorik was the great savior who made their country prosperous. Therefore, the local people are not interested in the Western Expedition Festival, and only the Western Merchants from other countries in the Scarburg Fair pay attention to it. Similarly, the corresponding gladiatorial tournament did not have the support of the nobles of Wasam, but was just a second-rate competition sponsored by a group of local tyrants and merchants.

However, the local tyrants have the advantages of the local tyrants: they are generous, there is no red tape, there is no procrastination, and even the boss of the defeated side can get considerable compensation, so why not?

Located in the middle of the agora, the Skabourg Arena is a medium-sized but lavishly furnished Colosseum that is almost a miniature version of the Colosseum, made entirely of the finest stone. Colorful flags fluttered above the arena, and the stadium was packed, and it was obvious from the appearance and clothing that most of them were merchants or travelers from other countries, and there were very few locals, most of whom were die-hard fans or gamblers.

Slaves like Zhang Long were naturally not qualified to go to the stands, and as in "Spartacus", they could only watch the game from the narrow iron windows of the gladiators' rest area below the arena, but even then, Zhang Long was excited to witness the real gladiatorial fight.

"Merchants of Scarburg, I announce the official opening of the Western Expedition Festival!" The president of the Voxam Chamber of Commerce is named Francis, a fat guy with gray curly hair coiled around his half-bald head. He stood up from the rostrum, raised his arms and announced loudly, "The curtain of today's fierce battle is opened by the devil of the Twin Seas, the sea monster of Vorsam, and the one chosen by the Isenhard family: the water ghost gladiator, Grentis!"

The crowd roared with joy, and it was clear that Grentis was very popular. The iron gate on the east side slowly rose, and the naked/naked, muscular Grentis appeared in an exaggerated somersault, only to see him wearing a fancy pirate turban on his head, holding a long fishing net in his left hand, and a sharp sailor's scimitar in his right hand pointed high into the air.

"Scarburg! Isenhard!" Grentis roared as he raised his head to the sky, and the enthusiasm of the audience instantly soared to the extreme, until the president stretched out his hands and signaled that he fell silent.

"His opponents: the generous Wasam ace trainer, the Cradle of the God of War, the chosen by the Maxim family, the safari gladiator, Dupont!" The audience burst into boos, apparently this DuPont was not very popular.

"!" Coach Kaisong couldn't help but curse in a low voice, "Actually sent this kind of goods against Glintys, Maxim, this old fox, to humiliate us!"

Ricksat was also furious, clasped the iron window in front of him with both hands, and shouted, "Let's kill in seconds, let Wasam see how good you are!"

The gate opposite Grentis opened, and a large man with bare chest muscles and a cowhide belly girdle wrapped around his waist, wearing a cone-topped light helmet commonly known as a "skull hat", and holding a javelin and a small round shield with wooden studs. He knew that his popularity was not as good as that of the other party, so he just gave a simple greeting and opened the frame to face the battle.

"Begin!" With the order of the head of the chamber of commerce, Grentis took the lead, roared and grabbed it, and the fishing net turned in the air and covered Dupont all over the world. Dupont hurriedly retreated, and Hai Shan shook her head and smacked her tongue, "It's over, it's really a second!"

Sure enough, the speed of Dupont's retreat was completely inferior to the momentum of the fishing nets flying forward, and he was trapped on the spot from head to toe, and before he could struggle a few times, Grentis rushed in front of him one step earlier, and the scimitar was inserted into his heart, piercing through his back. Dupont let out an earth-shattering scream, and his scimitar was drawn, and blood flowed all over the ground, and he fell to his death in the fishing net.

Beautiful seckill, the audience thundered with joy. But Kaizon was obviously not happy, and Rixat also scolded and greeted the eighteenth generation of Makqin's ancestors.

"For a good player like Grentis, it's an insult to fight against a safari, and it's not glorious to win," Hassan's role as a commentator again, "This is equivalent to saying that he is also a parallel commodity to warm up, and this guy must have bought off the Chamber of Commerce to deliberately embarrass Esenhard!"

"Did Makqin have any holiday with Esenhard?" Zhang Long asked.

Hai Shan looked incredulous: "You don't even know this? Makqin is the old master of Esenhard! He is one of the first gladiator trainers in Candras, a veteran of the industry, and there are already five gods of war under his banner, the most recent one is Esenhard!"

Zhang Long understood at once: After Esenhard ascended the throne of the god of war, and after the king granted freedom, he actually returned to Wasam to compete with the old master as a trainer, of course, he was excluded.

Ha Shan continued to gush, "Esenhard is not a simple muscular man, his brain is very smart, when he was a gladiator, he hooked up with Vossam's first promiscuity/Lady Waelina, and then bought the best all-round ...... under Maxim in her name" Hassan lowered her voice and pointed out from the corner of her eye: "Our coach, Kaison! After being trained by him for so long, you should be able to know that guy is very talented, and the newcomers he trained are more fierce than the other, and in less than a year, Rixsat and Grentis have become famous all over the country, and Rixart even cut down the former Voxam champion trained by Maxim, so how can he not hold a grudge, so he used his influence to stumble our boss everywhere, and this time he actually let Grentis warm up with the safari style, which is really a shame!"

After this period of training, Zhang Long already had a preliminary understanding of gladiators, what "safari style", "all-rounder", "water ghost style" and other nouns are common names for gladiator factions. The gladiators of Candras have similarities and differences with ancient Rome on Earth, for example, Grintes's "water ghost style" is very similar to the ancient Roman fishnet gladiators: they are all lightly armed and flexible warriors, and their off-hand weapons are fishing nets, but in the main hand, the "water ghosts" use the scimitar commonly used by medieval sailors instead of the trident. On top of that, the gladiators of fishnet had a low status in ancient Rome, while the water spirits were very popular in Candras, and were heavily trained by various trainers, producing many champions.

The "safari style" that uses short spears and small shields is quite unpopular, they are generally the most talented gladiators, and they are only used as cannon fodder to warm up the field, just like this DuPont who was killed in seconds when he came up.

"A gladiator newcomer, if he is instructed by his coach to train him in a safari style after his physical training, then his career will be ruined. This is something that Hai Shan has thought about more than once, because he is not strong enough, he is very worried about this, in his eyes, he and Zhang Long are very likely to become this kind of cannon fodder faction.

In the arena, Glintys got carried away and frequently greeted the audience, drawing bursts of applause and screams. At the same time, a lean middle-aged man with cold eyes and a hooked nose in the VIP seat pursed his lips and let out a disdainful sneer.

"Master Makqin, this is so warm!" the strange-looking man in the two seats to his right sneered and mockingly. He looks a little bit of Xiansai blood, but his facial features are still more like those of the Western Continent, but his appearance is an out-and-out Xiansai style: he has shaved the head of a medieval Japanese samurai on the earth, and wears a luxurious silk kimono, although it is very loose, it can also be seen that this is a strong martial arts practitioner.

"Hehe, the battle between the ants and the cannon fodder made Zacamoto 'Lord' smile. I wonder what kind of goods can your dock chamber of commerce send to fight against my lion today?" Mak's skin laughed sarcastically, in the eyes of a professional trainer like him, a self-proclaimed aristocratic ship-runner like Zacamoto was just a layman who only knew how to spend money to buy ready-made ragtag gladiators trained by others, relying on his own stinky money to defeat and fight, and barely luckily won once or twice, but it couldn't change the fact that they didn't know the slightest bit about gladiatorial fighting.

Zacamoto was not angry, and watched Grentis leave the field with relish, and after the slaves dragged away Dupont's body, he sprinkled another layer of yellow sand on the field to cover the bloodstains.

"Merchants, citizens!" President Francis stood up again, beckoning the crowd to silence the crowd who had been burned by Glintys's first battle, "Next, the generous Votham Dock Shipwright, the first classical gladiator chosen by the Zacamotto family: Pavel!"

The iron gate slowly rose, and out of it came a cold-faced bald man with eyes as sharp as eagle's eyes, high nose and thin lips, he was wearing heavy shoulder armor, bare huge chest muscles that were almost so strong that they were about to burst, holding a huge rectangular tower shield in his left hand, a fully enclosed steel helmet in his right hand, and a sharp Romanesque fighting short sword hanging from the cowhide belly belt around his waist. He walked to the center of the field, raised his right hand holding a steel helmet, and raised his head to the sky in a thick Russian accent: "Vodam!

Although he was an unfamiliar face and a good-looking Pavel also received a lot of applause, but behind the gladiator rest area, Coach Kaisong shook his head.

"Either his trainer and coach are extremely idiots, or this person is really talented...... he muttered, looking back at Zhang Long and the other newcomers, and shaking his head again.

After Pavel's greetings, the head of the Chamber of Commerce continued to announce: "His opponent is still the cradle of the god of war, chosen by the Maxim family, and everyone is familiar with, the Gothic gladiator: Hans!"

Hans entered the room, also a big man, blond hair and blue eyes, his chest muscles were not inferior to Pavel's, his helmet and armor were the same as the former, but the shield was a long iris Gothic shield, and the weapon was a strong and rugged broadsword.

"Maxim!" Hans raised his right arm and roared, and the audience immediately thundered with joy. Since the rise of gladiatorial sports, "classical" and "gothic" battles have been the most popular.

Both types of gladiators were based on the hoplites of the three kingdoms of the Western Continent. The "Classical" is more traditional, with the combination of short swords and giant shields having a history of thousands of years in the Western Army, while the "Gothic" style is a new type of armed force brought by the Western Expedition of Lakis, and the combination of the long iris shield and broadsword is more offensive and not much inferior in defense. The competition between the two represents the collision of the strongest forces of the old and new eras, which is very eye-catching. After the greeting, the two gladiators put on their steel helmets and set up their attack frames facing each other.

"Begin!" As soon as Francis finished speaking, Pavel rushed forward with a thunderous roar. The audience was furious: such an active style was an outlier in "Classical", and even the Wessam champion Ricksart tended to use his strong defenses to strike at the back like most of the faction's fighters, and this Yveglo was truly astonishing. The Sacamoto in the VIP seat was even more relaxed at this time, and his smile was full.

Hans obviously didn't expect his opponent to be so furious, and he couldn't help but froze for half a second, and Pavel's towering shield rushed forward with the force of a bull and slammed into his face. At the last moment, he instinctively raised his shield to resist the fatal blow, and the two shields collided together with a muffled thunderous sound, Hans retreated more than a dozen steps before he stabilized his body, and Pavel's follow-up attacks followed, and the tiger roared again and again, waving his short sword, striding forward and slashing diagonally. After all, Hans had been on the battlefield for a long time, and he adjusted his state in an instant, and the Iris Goth's shield stepped forward to hold the blade of the sword, and the broadsword in his right hand was handed out from a tricky angle, and a long wound was cut on Pavel's chest, and the blood rushed into the air.

"Jebachi!" Pavel scolded as he was bloodied, and the shield slammed at Hans. How could the Gothic gladiators show weakness? There was another hard clash between the shields, and after a loud bang, the two of them each took a few steps back, and the first round ended in a thrilling way.

Zhang Long looked at the blood in his veins: Is this a real gladiatorial fight, too hot-blooded, right? Thinking that he would definitely face such a strong opponent in the future, his heart couldn't help but burst out.

But at the same time, he also felt a little glad that the little Russian he learned from watching A/film was actually used, Pavel was cursing and provoking his opponent repeatedly, and he could understand most of those foul words, if Hans could understand the same, he probably should have rushed forward in a rage.

The habits of scolding in Russian and English are completely different, English is basically aimed at the victim himself, and Russian almost does not leave the other party's mother, even if Hans is calm, it should be out of control, right?

However, Hans really didn't understand, so in the second round, it was Pavel who first couldn't hold his breath and attacked.

It was still the same shield assault as just now, this time Hans of course would not be caught off guard again, he flashed to the side early, Pavel rushed into the air, he didn't have time to stop his steps, the door behind him opened, and Hans returned a sword, and his back was painted again. Without giving the other party a chance to breathe, Hans roared, and the Gothic shield smashed on Pavel's back wound, slapping him on the spot.

Is this the end of it?