When he was woken up by Lucas in the early hours of the morning, Zhang Long once again felt deep regret: the Holy Light had very competently guarded his sleep, and it was another sleepless night, and the hope of spending a good night together with Suina in his dreams was shattered again. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info He stretched out of the back room in frustration and sat down at Rixat's bedside, starting his last night as a healer.

Like most patients, Champion's biological clock was chaotic, and he had woken up at some point, staring at the ceiling with his eyes open and letting out a long sigh. Zhang Long had nothing to do anyway, so he leaned over and asked, "Do you think of anything sad?"

Rixat's gaze was still glazed: "Did Fiquma come to see me?"

Zhang Long was embarrassed, he really didn't expect such a strong man to be so childlike, so he had to answer honestly: "The master has an order, in order not to affect morale, your situation must be kept secret from the brothers. When you recover, you'll be able to see him. 」

Lexar nodded, his expression turning painful: "It hurts......

Zhang Long thought that the injury had worsened again, and hurriedly asked, "Where does it hurt?"

The champion said sadly, "It hurts everywhere...... My heart hurts ...... most."

Zhang Long breathed a sigh of relief, and shone the holy light all over Rixat's body, and the champion fell asleep again with a long sigh. Zhang Long shook his head helplessly and stood up and walked to the window, the sky of the training ground was shining with stars, as if to welcome his return. Zhang Long stood up straight, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and began to guide the holy light to circulate in his body, the warm and peaceful feeling slowly poured into every muscle, and soon, he felt refreshed and full of strength, and it was estimated that the training after dawn should be able to easily return to his state......

Time flew by, the sun was rising before you knew it, and the coach's whip was whipped on the training ground. Zhang Long went to the back room to wake up Lucas and say goodbye to this teacher.

"Go, boy, that's where it belongs to you. The old man's voice was filled with unspeakable regret. Zhang Long bowed deeply, turned around and left the treatment room where he had worked for more than half a month, and returned to his brothers.

After breakfast, the gladiators lined up on the training ground, but it was very different: they stood in two teams very consciously according to Zhifetsuma or Grentis, and only Hassan, who was the referee, stood beside the coach with a grin. Zhang Long has no doubt, naturally he is with the Fekwma team!

"It's good to be back, brother!" Fei Quma smiled and patted Zhang Long on the shoulder, "It's been deserted for more than half a month, don't hold me back!" the barbarian warned in a half-jokingly whisper.

"Smack!" Kaisong slammed his side on the sand, "Today, let's welcome Zhang Long back to the team!" Although he has been absent from training for more than two weeks, he has participated in the treatment of Wasam's champion, which is a great achievement, and I hope everyone will help him recover as soon as possible." Okay, Zhang Long, get out of the ranks!"

Zhang Long hurriedly strode out of the column and poked the handle of his spear heavily on the sand to show that he was in good shape. Kaisson gave him a slightly approving look and continued to order, "Viladimore, get out of line!"

Out of Grentis's ranks, a large man with a sword and shield in his hand snapped to the ground. This is also a veteran gladiator of the Isenhard family, practicing the "step style", and Grentis is a good brother who has partnered in team battles many times, born and died, and is also one of the stars of the family. Actually, the name of this Yvegolo should be "Vladimir", and again, after the lingua franca transcribed, the vast majority of people pronounce the white characters, and it takes too long, and it is gone.

"Okay, let Zhang Long see the results of more than half a month of training, start!"

Zhang Long immediately set up his stance and pointed his spear at Villadimore. They had practiced against each other a few times before, and Zhang Long, who was still a novice at that time, had suffered a lot of losses, so he was naturally ready to fight at this time.

The Yvegros are no less fanatical fighting people than the barbarians, and they have a fierce wind in their bones, and the "step style" has always been known for their speed, so Villadimo roared and attacked Zhang Long with agile footwork. After all, Zhang Long had neglected to train for so long, and it was difficult to predict his attack routine for a while, so he could only respond to all changes without changing and win with a ferocious straight stab.

Villadimo sneered, his steps swam rapidly, easily avoided, and instantly went around to Zhang Long's left rib, and the long sword was aimed at the flank and handed out. Zhang Long hurriedly withdrew the spear, the hilt of the spear twisted to open the wooden sword, Villadimo took a step back, the shield made a false move, and the long sword slashed horizontally to his waist with a backhand. Zhang Long stepped back to open the distance, and his state finally came back a little.

The key to the "phalanx style" lies in the distance, the natural advantage of the spear is that it has a wider attack range than other weapons, so you must find a way to suppress the opponent outside the effective distance of its weapon, and it is taboo to be close to it. Thinking of this, Zhang Long was immediately relieved, seeing that Villadimo was approaching, and the spear accurately attacked it. Villadilmo calmly avoided and continued to move dexterously to get close to the opponent, Zhang Long's state was not enough to predict his foothold, and he couldn't accurately suppress it for the time being, but don't forget, the spear can be swept away!

"Whew!" Zhang Long waved his hand and swept the spear into a precise fan-shaped attack, which coincided with Villademo's movement speed. That is to say, no matter how he moves, as long as he is close to the opponent, he will be shrouded in this fan. The spear was so powerful that Villadimo didn't dare to hold it up, so he could only restrain his steps and assume a defensive posture. Zhang Long took advantage of the momentum to attack, staring at the opponent's figure, the spear was accurately pointed at the door of Villadymour, the tip of the spear trembled slightly under the accumulation of his arm, as long as Villadilmore moved lightly, it would stab mercilessly.

"!" The Yvegro couldn't hold his breath anymore, and scolded angrily, the round shield was raised high and rushed forward, Zhang Long felt the speed of the other party, and another fan-shaped sweep, "Bang!" The spear slammed on the shield, Villademo's body stagnated, and immediately adjusted his balance and tried to take advantage of Zhang Long's move to use the old waiting opportunity to approach, but Zhang Long's state improved a lot, and the spear had already turned to sweep Villademo's next plate. Villadimo hurriedly moved to avoid it, but Zhang Long's pursuit unceremoniously attacked in turns, the speed was amazingly fast, and it was difficult to avoid it all with the footwork under his feet alone! He had to use his shield to block, but he was surprised in his heart: Did this kid eat opium in the treatment room, how could he become so fast?

Zhang Long's condition is getting better and better, and the spear is vigorous, completely suppressing Villadimore from the circle. The Yvegros finally couldn't hold it anymore and pounced again with the help of their shields. "Bang!" There was another muffled sound, and the spear was blocked again, and Villademo was overjoyed, roared wildly, and slammed his shield towards the shaft of the spear that was being collected, and then with an arrow step, the long sword stabbed into Zhang Long's lower abdomen. However, at this time, Zhang Long had already seen through his attempt.

Allowing the spear to be knocked open by the shield, Zhang Long quickly dodged the edge of the sword sideways, and at the moment when Villadimmore's attack missed, he released his left hand that held the hilt of the spear, and made a knife shape to press it against his heart.

"!" Villademo was depressed, he knew that if it was in the arena, it would definitely not be a hand knife, but a spare dagger for the gladiators of the phalanx!