After getting the brother's mark, Zhang Long ate his first breakfast. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Grentis no longer raised the sand, they can finally go into the canteen to eat, and the taste of the porridge is much better than when they were the new ding, the quality of the cereal is quite good, and the ratio of salt and sugar is also very good, it turns out that this is the normal gladiator meal!

A new identity, a new training.

"Smack!" the coach's whip slammed into the sand again.

"Rixat, against Fetsuma!" Cayson ordered.

"Isn't it?" Ricksat frowned exaggeratedly, grinning to his ear, "Let me go to practice with a rookie?" However, after all, as a champion trained by Kaizon himself, he still obeyed the rules and regulations.

"Glintys, against Zhang Long!"

"Hysan, go ahead and find Fernando!"

......

Kaisong arranged corresponding veteran training for these new gladiators one by one, and Zhang Long also saw a new way from it.

"Rookie" has become their new pronoun, I don't know how long this name will be worn, it seems that Lu Qiano has been wearing it until he dies.

No, absolutely not. Zhang Long thought to himself, and opened the frame face to face with Glentis. In fact, he considered himself quite lucky: Grentis was obviously the current number two gladiator of the Isenhard family, and he was strong enough, and he would definitely benefit a lot from training him.

"Come on, Yellowskin!" Grentis flicked his scimitar defiantly. Zhang Long didn't say a word, retorted with action, and attacked with a standard straight stab. The distance advantage of the spear is still quite large, and if Grentis only has a scimitar, he will definitely not deal with it so smoothly, but the fishing net of the deputy of the gladiator is by no means vegetarian!

"Brush!" The fishing net flew out with great agility, and it wrapped around the spear shaft violently, Glintis shouted and pulled back with his left arm, Zhang Long was dragged to the ground under his feet, and he staggered a few steps forward, and was stabbed by Gintis on the neck, so he had to surrender.

"Hahaha, a rookie is a rookie!" Glentis laughed maniacally and kicked him out.

"Thank you...... Seniors advise!" After Zhang Long stood still, he said this very respectfully, and then put on a sparring posture again.

"Coming back?" Grentis was a little surprised, and then laughed again, "Come if you are not afraid of being beaten!"

Just kidding, what is this, can you still kill me on the training ground?

Zhang Long, who has endured humiliation and heavy burden for many years, is he still afraid of this? I think when I was in middle school, the school bullies didn't even look for a reason, just for fun, they beat him into a pig's head in three days, and he also had to accompany the smiling face to call people grandpa, compared to this, your Grentis bullying ability is still very tender!

What's more, the current Zhang Long is not a human sandbag that can only be beaten stupidly in the past, but he can learn real skills when he fights with you!

After being defeated by the same method more than a dozen times, Zhang Long summed up two theoretical ways to solve the problem: first, turn the straight stab into a false move, withdraw at the moment when the fishing net flies, and launch a next attack while the net is closed, or turn to avoid the fishing net for a sweep and attack other parts of the enemy.

Second, immediately after the spear is entangled, immediately restrain the offensive backhand and wrestle with the opponent, waiting for an opportunity to counterattack.

Wrestling is relatively the easiest, give it a try!

Straight stabs! Fishing nets flew and wrapped around the shaft of the spear. Glentis laughed, and wanted to pull Zhang Long back, but suddenly there was a big resistance in his hand.

Zhang Long retracted the force of the direct stab in time, turned his hand and pulled back, and the two began a tug-of-war.

"Not bad!" Glintys was surprised, Zhang Long's strength was no worse than his own, wasting time wrestling with such an opponent was not a master's style, he suddenly let go of his strength, Zhang Long was caught off guard by his own strength and staggered back on the spot, Grentis took advantage of the situation and pounced, slashing him in the chest, if it was a real knife and a real gun in the arena, Zhang Long's life would be over.

"Thank you seniors for your advice!" Zhang Long got up and pulled the frame again. In this attack, he chose a false move.

The moment that was about to be entangled in the fishing net was about to be entangled in the spear shaft was retracted in time, and the fishing net was entangled in the air, taking advantage of the time that Grentis could not use the old trick, Zhang Long took a step to the side, and the spear stabbed obliquely under the opponent's ribs like lightning. Grentis sneered and dodged sideways, the fishing net was already withdrawn and thrown at Zhang Long's ankle, Zhang Long couldn't dodge and was tripped on the spot, and the scimitar hit his neck again.

"Thank you seniors for your advice!" In less than an hour, he was promoted from being killed in seconds to being able to pass the second style, Zhang Long was already very satisfied, and his gratitude was from the heart.

When it was close to noon, Glintys's reckless head finally saw that something was wrong: Zhang Long, who seemed to be stupid and abusive everywhere, had been able to live with him in seven or eight moves, and even fought a full round! He was so dissatisfied that he stopped his movements and shouted to Kaison, "Coach! I'm going to be the champion, not the coach of this rookie! Find me a suitable opponent!"

"Smack!" Cayson whipped him on the shoulder, "The real champion didn't say anything, you guy who wants to be the champion should pick and choose, you should fight!"

Grentis looked at Rexat, who was meticulously burying his head and beating Fitsuma, and shook his head angrily, his big ugly face full of depression: "Come on, see how I clean you up!"

Finally came to the lunch break, Zhang Long dragged his blue and purple body to sit beside Fei Quma. The guy was beaten even worse, Rixat was a representative of the "classical", heavily armed gladiators, and it was quite miserable to be slapped with a tower shield, much more painful than Grintis's fishing nets and scimitars.

Both of them consumed a lot of physical strength and devoured them, and Hai Shan was called away by her master again.

"Hey, you say, Esenhard will give Hassan's better food than we do?" said Fetsuma, whose left eye was swollen and high, muttered as she chewed corned beef.

"I guess so. Zhang Long replied, "In my opinion, in the eyes of our boss, Haishan is not just a gladiator. He was a time-traveler who had seen Spartacus, and was wary of beings like Hassan, who resembled Ashur and were far more popular than Ashur.

"Alas, that kid's brain is a light, we can't compare, only a lot of strength!But a guy like him will never be a champion, and we're far better than him!" said Fetsuma excitedly.

"Champions, beaten champions!" Grentis sneered, grinning.

Fetsuma stood up, and when the resentment of the sand on the porridge broke out immediately, he roared, "What do you want?"

Glintys slammed the wooden bowl in his hand to the ground: "I can do whatever I want!"

"Fuck you mother!" Fichmar slammed her fist at Glintys, who was easily dodged by the other man, and then received a hard punch in the stomach. The barbarian roared and pounced, struggling to be beaten, and used his weight and strength advantage to hold Grentis to the ground. Grentis was not a fuel-efficient lamp either, and although he was knocked down, he was not completely contained, and he slammed his fist into the side ribs of Fitrama. The barbarian was in pain, but he gritted his teeth and refused to let go, and the two rolled into a ball, knocking down many tables and chairs in the cafeteria. Everyone excitedly watched their brawl and cheered again and again, lest the world be chaotic.

"That's enough!" Cayson finally appeared, whipping the two of them a few times before he separated the angry reckless man.

"You're brainless mad dogs!" Kaisong grabbed his hair and picked up the two of them, shouting angrily, "My own brothers, where do you put the glory of the family outside the arena?"

Fichema and Glintys, their eyes bloodshot, still glared at each other as if they were going to eat each other.

"Smack!"

"Fekma, you're going to be locked up for an afternoon!Grentis, you're going to shoot a stake for an afternoon, you're not allowed to find someone to practice, so calm down and think about it!" Kayson whipped two people each, and then announced the punishment plan with a loud voice.

The two servants came over and shackled Fetsuma and dragged him to the little black room, and the barbarian looked extremely depressed: what a loss it was for a man like him, who wanted to be a champion and a god of war, to miss an afternoon of training!

In the afternoon, Zhang Long was arranged to train with the Wasam champion who gave him the dismount, the legendary Ricksat!

Rixart and Grintis, the two ace gladiators of the Esenhard family, were arrogant, but arrogance was not the same as arrogance: Grintis was more obedient, while Luxar was naturally arrogant under great strength. Fighting Lexant is much more painful than fighting Glintys!

The powerful defensive ability of the "classical" was exerted to the extreme by Rixat, Zhang Long couldn't find any flaws at all, and every attack was perfectly blocked by the tower shield, but every time he was even negligent for half a second, he would be knocked down by the tower shield or short sword, without mercy.

"Bang!" Zhang Long couldn't remember how many times he had been knocked down by the tower shield, but this time it felt surprisingly miserable: nosebleeds, splitting headaches, and buzzing in his ears. He tried to get up, but he fell on the spot.

"A rookie is a rookie!" Ricksart pursed his lips disdainfully, motioning for Kathon to find a better opponent for himself.

Zhang Long struggled to stand up with his spear, but his eyes shone with excitement.

"Thank you...... Predecessor...... Advice ......"

Then he fell limply to the ground and fainted.

In a daze, Zhang Long's eyes were full of Ricksat's movements, the essentials of the classical style: defense, defense, defense, waiting for an opportunity to fight back!

For a champion-level classical gladiator like Rixat, his defense is absolutely perfect, and no matter how strong his attack is, it is almost impossible to break through. However, defense alone cannot win, they always have to attack, and the key to "classical" victory is to defend and counterattack.

If you want to defeat the Classic, you must master the "Defensive Counterattack of Defensive Counterattack"!

It sounds very winding, but this is indeed the secret of defeating the enemy, although he lost so badly this time, he is confident that the next time he trains, even if his skills are still relatively unfamiliar enough to defeat him, it will be enough to make this Votham champion let go of a little arrogance!

After some time, he woke up and found himself lying in a small room full of jars and jars, and the hunched figure sitting at the square table in the corner with his back to him was none other than Lucas.

"Boy, are you awake?" Lucas turned around, a flat smile.

"Hmm...... Yes......" Zhang Long sat up tiredly, only to find that all the bruises and tears on his body were gone, but he was very tired.

"You're recovering quickly, and Fetsuma is still lying next door. Lucas said, "His eyelids need to be bled out, and there are seven or eight wounds that my Holy Light can't handle and must be stitched up, so I guess you won't be able to do more training tonight." 」

Zhang Long nodded, looked out the window, the sun had already set, the moon had not yet risen, and the sky was a dull dark blue, dotted with a few scattered stars.

"Get some water and go out, I'm going to take care of your friends." Lucas pointed to the jug on the table and ordered the eviction.

Zhang Long nodded, got up and took a sip of water, and slowly left the therapist's room.