From early morning to noon, Zhang Long and his entourage were allowed to re-wrap their crotch cloths, and were led out of the lounge by the family members to the training ground at the back of the mansion, where they were officially reviewed by the master. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Similar to "Spartacus", the Esenhard training ground is also located in a large courtyard behind the owner's house, full of yellow sand, and there is a cliff behind it, but below this cliff is not a valley, but a rolling twin sea, which is terrifying to look down.

Still the same as "Spartacus", the owner of the mansion, the trainer Esenhard, stood majestically on the terrace on the second floor of the mansion and inspected the training ground, but instead of being accompanied by a graceful and luxurious hostess like Bartiotus, there were two beautiful slave girls standing with their hands down.

"Recruit, Lizheng!" Kaison's tall figure appeared at the back door of the mansion, and walked to the front of the newcomer queue with a leather whip in hand. The gladiators who had received the seal of their brothers also came out of the lounge or dormitory with their crotch cloths and gathered behind the instructors.

"Listen, from this moment on, you have stepped into a great place, a place to turn mortals into gods, a place to seek glory, and a hellish place! Now, I have seen your new master!" Kaizon waved his hand and pointed to the terrace, and the real gladiators immediately raised their arms and let out a thunderous cheer in unison:

"Esenhard, Esenhard, Isenhard!"

Esenhard beckoned in response. The gladiators fell silent in unison, waiting for the instructor to continue his lecture.

"Our master, Isenhard, was once a glorious gladiator. Two years ago, he ascended the throne of the god of war on the throne ceremony of His Majesty Leorik in the royal capital Tristram, and was granted freedom by the king! One day, a new god of war will appear among you, and the great way begins here!

The newcomers looked at the yellow sand under their feet and looked at each other, but Zhang Long was very happy in his heart: there was already a standard answer to this question in "Spartacus".

"It's a sacred land watered with blood and tears!" Zhang Long took a triumphant step forward and replied loudly. Hehe, whether it's the coach or the master this time, they must remember me Zhang Long!

"That's good!" said Kaison, then staring into his eyes, "But, no matter what field you've been trained in, you're nothing here!"

Zhang Long secretly complained, knowing that this result would not be in the limelight, this clearly means that the coach thinks that he has been trained and is ready to try his rhythm.

"Spear, Coach. Now, he can only bite the bullet, he recalled the spear technique inherited from the mentally handicapped Ding Zhanglong, and reluctantly agreed.

"Phalanx? Okay! Ricksat, against Zhang Long! Training with swords, shields, spears, in position!"

The slaves, who had been on the sidelines, hurriedly brought in the weapons crates and removed from them the rudimentary but decent wooden apparatus for training: a Roman dagger, a large rectangular shield, and a seven-foot-long stick to act as a spear.

Zhang Long had to take the wooden spear, stand in the center of the field and open the frame, his heart was pounding: before he crossed, he would not have this kind of leopard gall if he ate it, at that time he was a bear bag that was bullied by others, and primary and secondary schools have always been the ATMs of school bullies. However, the more such people are, the more they have a dream of a strong man in their hearts, and the protagonists of the time-traveling novel are the places where he places this dream on him. And now, the protagonist is himself, and now that he has both body and martial arts, is he really going to make a splash here?

Rixat stood across from him with his sword and shield raised, a mocking smile on his face.

"Come on, Yellowskin!" the muscular man tapped his wooden sword against the shield in defiance, "Don't shout to start the coach, charge up whenever he wants!"

At this point, Zhang Long has no choice, and he still has some confidence and expectation in his heart: the champion of the Traveler vs. Votham, come on!

Zhang Long shouted, the mentally handicapped Ding's skillful spear skills and his own consciousness, the movements were perfectly integrated, and a sharp stab went straight to the door of Rixat.

However, Ricksat only smiled slightly, and Zhang Long's confidence changed into seven or eight petals in an instant, falling to the ground and falling to pieces: but seeing him step forward, the big shield was gently raised, and the spear was not only blocked, but also skillfully unloaded and turned straight to the sky, Zhang Long still did not come back to his senses in shock, and Rixat's short sword had already slashed at him. Rao is Zhang Long reacted very quickly, and quickly jumped into the air to dodge, but the fierce shield attack followed. Zhang Long in mid-air couldn't avoid it, he was hit squarely, his nose bleed on the spot, and he fell to the ground. Seeing Rixat's wooden sword slashing at his throat, he reacted in time, albeit with some humiliation, raising his right hand and extending his index and middle fingers side by side in surrender.

Ricksart laughed, threw down his sword and shield and returned to the gladiators' ranks. Kai Song looked at Zhang Long with a torch in his eyes, shook his head and said, "I thought you were trained, but you only knew how to do some three-legged cat kung fu in the nursing home, it's really sad! Look at you like this, you must have been a spectator, so from now on, it will be you who will fight for your life in the future! Get up and return to the team!"

Zhang Long stood up and returned to the queue in despair, and his heart was extremely desolate: he finally crossed over, and came to a world that he was so familiar with, and obtained a body that was a hundred times stronger than the original, and he originally felt that the time had come to counterattack, but he never expected to be killed in seconds with a single face! He almost wanted to give up on himself, but when he thought of the poor worm he had just seen in the beautiful boy who was thrown to fight the iron cage and black fist, he could only dispel this idea.

In Spartacus, the protagonist is thrown into a similar place by his master, Batiatus. The tip of the iceberg shown in the TV series is already terrifying, and if he experiences it himself, it won't be like this to kill him!

In that case, let's be honest and accept gladiator training, maybe you will be a growing protagonist?

Drifting with the tide is also one of the excellent qualities that Zhang Long cultivated in the original world, not seeking to be motivated, only not to crane the tail. Relying on this quality, he spent more than 20 years in a daze, was admitted to a very ordinary university, and after graduation, he lived a life of barely starving to death at the bottom of society, looking for a sense of superiority in beggars and migrant workers every day.

At least now, Lao Tzu has stepped into the threshold of gladiators with half a foot, which is much better than fighting miscellaneous slaves!

Zhang Long's self-consolation was really effective, his mood instantly improved, and Kaisong's discipline also kicked off.

"As a gladiator, the most important thing is muscles!" the instructor admonished majestically, "Muscles represent your physical strength and ornamental value. When the audience first sees you, the first thing they will notice is not your skill: because you haven't shown it yet. They will decide how much they like you based on their muscles, which directly determines whether you can survive after losing your first battle. And half of the newcomers' first battle will be lost! Do you understand? Then, everything starts with the muscles!"

Zhang Long thought that the next step was devil training, but he never expected that the first challenge of muscle training would be: eating!

The newlyweds were taken to the open-air cafeteria next to the lounge, where their own handyman slaves arranged for them to sit on the benches closest to the training ground, and were given a pretty good meal to each of them: large, fluffy and delicious white bread.

"Bread is the foundation of food. The coach walked behind them and said, "You have to eat a whole loaf of bread at each meal to meet the needs of the next training!"

I thought that was enough of this, but he was a slave after all. Unexpectedly, as soon as the bread was distributed, two other miscellaneous slaves walked in and gave each of them a large piece of corned beef!

"Meat is the source of strength. Kaisong went on to explain the gladiator diet: "Only by eating enough meat can you grow enough muscles to burst out with infinite strength!"

This is really a delicacy that can rarely be eaten on earth!Zhang Long devoured it until the last wave of miscellaneous slaves handed him a large bundle of cabbage leaves.

"Vegetables are a guarantee of health. The instructor's food class finally came to an end: "It will keep you from all kinds of strange diseases, make your skin smooth, and not wait for the injury to grow a mess of pimples!"

Zhang Long was dumbfounded: there were so many, almost enough for him to eat for a whole day, how could he compare with a big man like Fei Quma with such a "pocket" size? But when he heard that he couldn't eat and was going to go into the iron cage, he could only grit his teeth and eat it ruthlessly. Looking at Haishan, who is similar to herself, she also has a sad face, but she has no way to eat wildly. At first, it was quite delicious, but at the end of the meal, the food almost overflowed to the throat, and it took several sips of water to not spit it out.

A quarter of an hour later, Sergei, who prayed every day, and a newcomer from the East Continent were carried away by the family in tears, but fortunately, without Zhang Long, Haishan also survived quite thrillingly.

With a bulging belly, the real hellish training began.

The introductory training of gladiators did not teach any fighting skills at all, and it was all about building muscles. Throughout the afternoon, the newcomers repeated the extremely monotonous mechanical movements: squats with weights, push-ups, sit-ups, and finally carrying heavy stones in circles like in "Spartacus", like donkeys pulling a millstone, until the sun went down. Everyone was exhausted and sweating profusely, and almost everyone almost collapsed, but in the end, they persevered to the end under the coach's whip and scolding.

"Smack!" Finally, Kaizon whipped the sand.

"Training is over, it's time to eat!"

It's still the same recipe and portion as lunch, but this time it's quite comfortable, an afternoon of overload training not only depletes the energy eaten at noon, but also makes everyone tired and hungry, it can be said that Zhang Long has never eaten so fragrant since he was a child. However, to his satisfaction, this body is really powerful, it seems to be thinner than those people from the east and west and even the barbarians, but the endurance is surprisingly good, although he is also so tired that he almost sheds his skin, at least he didn't stop to catch his breath in the middle, only he and Fichema, who aspire to be the god of war and work hard, did not suffer from the coach's whip, and even at the moment of the final class, he seemed to see Kurwin show an approving look at their two brothers and sisters.

The brutal military training in middle school and college really had a certain effect: the crossing gave him good physical fitness, but the strong mental endurance was honed by standing in a military posture under the scorching sun and kicking step by step.

After dinner, the newlyweds were taken to the worst quarters next to the stables. This ghost place can only be described as dirty and messy, with the smell of horse manure and rotting grass wafting from time to time next door. After a tiring day, the recruits had the opportunity to get acquainted with each other and talk to each other by the brazier.

"Fuck!" The first to scold was Fecruma, a straight-hearted barbarian who made no secret of his disdain for Rixat: "What bullshit champion dares to look down on our northern man, watch me train hard, and beat him all over the ground sooner or later!"

But Haishan smiled contemptuously, "Just you, the barbarians who died under the sword of Ricksart have a dozen, to say the least, do you think the name 'Champion of Vossam' came for nothing?"

"What?" The newlyweds were shocked and gathered around Hysan.

"I think back then, when I was a free man," Hashan said proudly, "I used to hitchhike to Candras from Ru Gayne to win money on every major gladiatorial event, and Luxat of Wassam was definitely one of the best in the whole kingdom. If nothing else, sooner or later he will become the next Candras God of War!"

Fekruma scoffed: "Hmph, nine times out of ten, it's a wasted name!"

"No, big man. Did you know that in the forests south of Candras there is a race of Hercules on a par with you barbarians, called the 'Maolin People'? They have skin the color of coals, they are stronger than you, and they are all warriors who do not die!"

Haishan's face was illuminated by the firelight, and there was a look of extreme reverence: "That was the time I almost lost the crotch cloth. Lexart takes on two Woodland gladiators in Intercept City: the Blake Brothers, both of whom are castle-tall, legendary invulnerable monsters. No one thinks Ricksat will win, and I'm no exception, staking all my possessions on the Blake brothers!"

Hearing this, Hassan's swallow and continued, "As a result, Rixat in the arena had no fear in the face of these giants. His great shield was raised high, and he carried no less than a hundred heavy blows from the giant mallets in the hands of the two brothers! As they smashed their eyes and lost their minds, Ricksat suddenly grabbed a flaw, slid through the boss's crotch, and slashed the giant's bane with a sword! God, I still can't forget that terrible howl......

Fei Quma pursed her lips disdainfully, but everyone was amazed to hear it, and Zhang Long was no exception. Although this scene is similar to the scene in "Spartacus" where Rivaro tells the protagonist about the deeds of Clexus, it is obviously more gripping.

"Then Rixat smashed his shield into the man's leg, knocking him to his knees on the spot, and then the dagger plunged into the back of his neck, and the blood spurted nearly ten yards into the air as he drew it...... Then I saw the second man roaring and rushing towards him, oh my God, you know, Ricksat was actually laughing! Really, laughing! The second man's gavel swept over with a fierce slash: this is the trick of the Maolin people, I have seen two big men like Fetsuma hit by such a hammer and floated high like leaves! And guess what? Ricksat jumped over! Can you think of it? Dressed in a full set of heavy classical gladiator equipment, he can jump so high and jump right off the mallet! Then the shield smashed into the second child's face, and the nosebleed and screamed! Then the short sword was inserted into the second child's mouth with a "poof", and it came out from the back of the head! The whole audience was boiling! Holy light! Although I almost lost the crotch cloth that day, it was ......worth it to see such a brilliant game."

Except for the sneering Phi Quma, everyone was completely immersed in Haishan's narration, and Zhang Long's mood sank to the bottom. He is not Spartacus, if Haishan is like the treacherous Ashur, then his current role is a Varro, and sooner or later he will become a stepping stone for Spartacus, and Fetrama has already shown a little bit of the protagonist's edge!

Alas, how can life be so bitter?