Zhang Long fell into a daze amid the cheers of the crowd and returned to the gladiators' rest area of the Isenhard family, but the first thing to meet him was a hard slap from Kaison. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"it, stinky boy, where have you forgotten all my teachings?

Zhang Long cupped his red and swollen cheeks guiltily, and muttered, "The coach has taught him a lesson, ......" Of course, he knew what a big mistake he had made on the field just now: thanks to Pavel's excessive ferocity and lack of reason, otherwise he would have to throw his life there if his main weapon was damaged. It seems that it is necessary to sum up the lessons of this battle after going back!

"Go, go to the corner over there and think about it, you're too lucky to win this time!" Kaisong unceremoniously pointed to a dark corner, Zhang Long looked at the wall in the past, and the brothers who just wanted to greet him were suddenly at a loss. It seems that victory is not necessarily flawless, for gladiators, only by constantly discovering their own shortcomings and flaws, carefully analyzing them, and overcoming them, can they ensure that they stand tall in the arena and win survival.

Zhang Long's introspection, the game is still in full swing. The brothers of the Isenhard family performed well enough, and even Alfonso, who was recognized as the "vase", succeeded in forcing his opponent down. Fekhuma's master, Simbo, showed his star demeanor to the fullest, smashing his opponent's head open with a hammer, and mixing it with his helmet into a blur of steel and flesh, like a can of meat that had been trampled on.

The gladiator masters of the other families were also unambiguous: the sharp-edged little fresh meat Claydlou perfectly played the advantages of the step-man faction, and used the dance-like movement to play the tall opponent to death, and the fellow of Fetsuma, "Berserker" Burke, was even more powerful enough, and launched two "heavy blows" in quick succession at the critical moment to split the opponent into four pieces. At the end of the lunch break, dozens of miscellaneous slaves had to completely renovate the field, hollowing out all the blood-stained sand and repaving it.

The brothers in the rest area finally had a rare relaxation. In fact, combined with the great risk of the gladiators' lives, they had a generous treatment that ordinary slaves could not match: the gladiators' meals for these two days were entirely covered by the official treasury of the city of Vossam, and they were provided with the best wine and meat, which was better than the usual food in the training ground. The brothers enjoyed these delicacies, which had been bought with blood and lives, and the rough and bold singing resounded throughout the rest area. Kaisson went out of his way to cheer up his brothers who were about to play, especially Fetsuma: his match was the highlight of the afternoon!

As can be seen from the status of the barbarian's opponent, this is not only a tough battle, but also closely related to the honor of the family: the Gothic gladiator Hans of the Maxim family. As we all know, the Maxim family is known for its high-level Gothic gladiator training, and all the people in the Isenhard family, except for the champion Ricksart, no one stands up to the Gothic style of the Maxim family. So if Fekchuma wins this battle, the shock can be imagined, not to mention that Hans is the best Gothic and even the best gladiator of the current Makqin family?

Of course, Fetsuma himself knew the meaning of this battle, and he would never give up this opportunity if he aspired to be the god of war. After such a long time of training, he was already confident that his strength in the entire family was no less than that of Ricksat and Glintys, and even his master Simbo had already lost more and won less in the sparring with him. Zhang Long naturally could see Fiquema's progress, and couldn't help but secretly sigh that subjective initiative is really useful!

According to the schedule, Feculma will be the first to appear in the afternoon. When he had eaten and drunk, he couldn't wait to warm up at the gate with his eyes full of battle fanaticism and desire for victory. Kaisson was also pleased to follow him and give him a final pre-battle instruction: "Gothic is similar to Classical, both are good at defense, so you must use your experience in sparring with Ricksart. But at the same time, they're also very dexterous, not as good as the Step-Man, but they're not to be underestimated!Don't forget how you suffered last time under Credder, don't take them lightly, remember the methods you learned from Grentis against the Agile Players, it's very useful!"

"Don't worry, Coach," said Fechma proudly, "I was born to fight!"

As the sun passed noon, the audience's emotions began to stir. The Grand Duke of Kimmel stood up at the most opportune moment, signaled the crowd to be quiet, and then announced aloud: "Citizens of Wassam and distinguished guests from afar, I announce the opening of the 'Running to the Sea' ceremony, the gladiatorial competition on the afternoon of the second day!"

After the crowd was excited and cheered, Kinmaier continued, "The kick-off of this afternoon's game is the cradle of the god of war, chosen by the Maxim family, the Gothic gladiator, Hans!"

Hans, fully armed, walked out of the gate, raised his head with a long fleur-tailed shield and broadsword, and raised his head to the sky and shouted, "Vossam!

"His opponent is the rookie in the arena chosen by the Isenhard family, the gladiator of wood, Fekruma!"

Fetsuma appeared. His mountain-like figure and star-like face, which resembled Earth's movie star Mel Gibson, instantly made an excellent impression on the people of Wasam, and even for most of them, this barbarian was still making his debut, but it was enough to arouse good feelings in their hearts, and some female viewers even became fans of him at first sight!

"Esenhard!" Fedruma roared as she raised her axe, and the barbarian's naturally loud voice completely overshadowed Hans's greeting. The audience immediately burst into flames, cheering even more frantically than before, just waiting for the Grand Duke to give the order to go to war.

"Go!" Kinmaier commanded, and Fetsuma roared excitedly, pounced on her opponent like a whirlwind. After all, Hans was a veteran of many battles, how could he be intimidated by this bit of might? The shield had already been raised high, and the edge of the broadsword was hidden behind it, ready to take someone's life by surprise. Such a modest posture was safe against an ordinary opponent, but for Fetsuma, it was right in the middle! The barbarian rushed forward like a savage chariot, roared wildly, raised his great axe into the air, and smashed down on the shield like a thunderbolt. Hans realized that something was wrong, and wanted to dodge but it was too late, so he had to stand firm and grit his teeth, only to hear a muffled thunderous sound, and the giant axe slashed right in the middle of the shield. Fortunately, this genuine Gothic shield made of composite material is strong enough, if it were a wooden shield for training, I am afraid it would have been torn apart!

As soon as the giant axe was withdrawn, it came with a tiger roar, and Hans secretly complained: The second blow came so quickly, there was no time to dodge! However, if he only used the shield to connect it, his left arm would be useless, and he had no choice but to put his right hand holding the sword on the top, and put his hands behind the shield to carry the side split.

"Bang!" There was another muffled sound, and Hans took a few steps back with the force of the momentum to widen the distance, and quickly checked the shield, and there were already a few small cracks, and I am afraid that a few more strokes of the shield would be over!

Hans shook his head and stared at Fitsuma, who was rushing towards him again: the barbarian Aoyi's physical energy consumption was extremely high, and it was impossible to use two moves in a row to be so vigorous, and this opponent was definitely not a fuel-efficient lamp. He struggled to muster himself and take advantage of the Gothic Gladiator's faction, quickly moving to avoid the edge, allowing Fetsuma to slash through the air on the spot, and then stabbed his broadsword out of the gap. The barbarian hurriedly dodged, but the blade suddenly turned, marking a blood mark on his chest.

The audience screamed wildly, Hans is a veteran after all, and the experience on the spot is not for nothing. Fetsuma was almost furious when he was accidentally attacked, but Kaizon's teaching did not turn a deaf ear to his teachings this time, and immediately recalled in his mind: "Gothic is not only strong in defense, but also very clever in attack, you must also consider the strategy of fighting against agile opponents!"

You're not far from that guy at Grentis!!

"Ahhh Hans held his breath and saw the opportunity, and suddenly attacked and slammed into Fechma's arms with his shield in his arms. Unexpectedly, the barbarian actually saw the clue in the small action of leaning down slightly before he charged, and the prediction ability that he had cultivated during his daily training came in handy, and the next slash was suddenly half a second ahead, and he slashed the shield with a click. Hans's strain came in handy at the critical moment: he tilted his shield in time, then rolled out sideways, unloading most of his strength, but when he stood firm, he found that the crack in his shield had spread uncontrollably, and another blow would be over.

Damn, why didn't the master make him a strong enough shield before the game? For the Gothic style, although it is not as extreme as the classical style, the shield can also be regarded as an effective weapon, and if it is scrapped like this, won't half of the combat power be lost?

Forget it, let's take a gamble! Hans made up his mind that he must not lose his momentum, so he simply took the initiative to attack, and the shield was still held in front of him. Fitsuma showed no signs of weakness, and the great axe had already been thrown sideways at the shield, ready to destroy it once and for all. Unexpectedly, Hans had already thought of this, and let the axe slash heavily on the shield, his real purpose was to stab Fetruma in the chest and abdomen even if he was injured!

"Click!" The shattered shield splattered with gushing blood. Hans paid the price for the destruction of his shield and the fracture of his left arm, but in exchange for a minor injury to Fechma's flank: how could Fechma, who had learned to predict, be played by this kind of play that injured the enemy by 1,000 and damaged 800 by himself? If it weren't for his bent desire to destroy that eye-catching shield, I'm afraid he wouldn't have lost even this slight injury!

Hans's left arm hung limply over his shoulder, and a great pain came from his heart. Just seeing the blood spurting out, he thought that the other party had fallen, but the facts in front of him were so ruthless.

Ignoring the pain, Fitsuma raised his axe again, slashing down at the dome of the steel helmet on Hans's head, and slashing him deep into the neck cavity along with the helmet and head. Hans fell to his knees, unable to splatter the blood he was holding back, and could only slowly gurgle out of his neck, but in any case, his life was over.

Fekruma once again raised his head to the sky and roared, announcing the rise of a new star in Wasam!