Aimo, who is physically pliable and observant, has experienced a gladiatorial fight once.

Aya, a small and flexible, hateful and passionate murderer.

Alexander, a slave guard, was powerful, calm and prudent.

Colin, a deserter on the battlefield, sees the wind and steers the rudder, smelling the danger in advance.

After several eliminations, the four beast fighters who were finally shortlisted all crawled out of the pile of dead people. This is also the gladiatorial lineup selected by "him", and in the next less than a month of secret training, he will sharpen his killing moves, improve his combat power, and become the best gladiator.

For a month, to train excellent gladiators, this is an unthinkable task. But when this is put on "him", everyone takes it for granted, which is blindness to God.

The god of gladiatorial fighting lives up to its name, and the first day of training makes people see the extraordinary, so let everyone know how to measure first.

Aimo learned that the long dagger in his hand was called "Warrior's Sword". And I know the detailed dimensions, the full length of the short sword is 2.3 Luo feet, the blade length is 1.4 Luo feet, the blade is 6 inches, the blade width is 1.8 inches, the blade thickness is 1 centimeter, and the weight of the whole sword is 1.8 livre.

These numbers correspond to the scale of killing. The thickness of the human chest is 1 foot 4 inches, and the blade of the sword is just through.

The human heart is 4 inches thick and 3 inches wide, hidden behind the fifth rib of the left chest, 2 inches from the surface of the body. In front are the sternum and ribs, and in the back are the vertebrae, which are only 1 inch wide between the ribs. The short blade is 1 centimeter thick, and it can be easily pierced into the rib seam flatly, and the blade is exactly 6 inches, which can completely break the heart without leaving a living hole.

The throat part is 1 inch 8 anterior and posterior, followed by the hard bones of the cervical vertebrae. The width of the blade is 1.8 inches, and it can be cut off by piercing.

These scales, the beast fighter should feel with his heart. Everyone dissected a corpse, carefully felt the position of the internal organs, and inserted the short sword into the heart and throat to understand the proportions of killing the enemy.

Starting with the size of the human body, it is brutal precision training. One step is 5 Luo feet, and 1000 steps is 1 Luo mile. At all times, you must see the distance at a glance and know how many steps and how long to get there. Count the wrong step and repeat it ten times, and at the end of each day's training, Aimo is tired like a dog, but in his heart, the worship of "him" is even higher.

The perfect warrior who never makes a mistake is God.

The beast fighter's moves are very simple, there are only three styles of "stabbing and stabbing", which pierces directly into the heart, stabs obliquely and breaks the throat, and kills and fights for life. But with the precise requirements of "him", it is not simple at all.

A few steps to arrive, how many points the dagger pierced, how to fix the hand, the accuracy can not be mistaken. And all the moves must be done with all their might, the move is from the heart, the force is from the root, do not dodge or dodge, and one blow will kill.

In the gladiatorial fight, there is only a short sword, no shield, only attack, no defense. If you kill the enemy, you will win, and if you can't kill it, you will die.

Kill, kill, kill, kill! The indomitable perfect kill is the essence of secret gladiatorial fighting. "He" has never made a demonstration, but as long as he stands in front of him, his impeccable murderous aura can crush people, and he will lose early before fighting.

Precise training is a cruel torture for everyone for a month. Both arms were tied with heavy stones, and they wore iron clothes to bear the weight. Every day from morning to night, it is to stab the stake 10,000 times, stab 10,000 times, and kill 10,000 times. Then switch to the other hand and stab 10,000 times, 10,000 obliquely, and 10,000 kills.

Endless repetition, there is only one standard, that is, precision. The back knife must be completely killed in the previous knife.

"The opportunity is fleeting, and the heart is coming. If you can't kill the enemy in one move, you will die first. "One hit to kill is the foundation of "his" secret training.

Assiduously, precisely, assiduously, precisely, more assiduously, more precisely. In the end, all the blood and sweat were condensed into one, an accurate killing line.

The Beast Soul Spiritual Technique of Weihua Academy should be refined, Ada's combat skills should be finely matched, and gladiatorial battles should be accurate. The essence of all success is excellence. Elmo was enlightened for a moment, and his heart was empty.

The sword of the fighter pierced from the heart, and the tip of the sword did not tremble in the slightest place as far as the eye could see. From the heel to the waist, the strength rises from the ground, and every muscle in the body is transmitted rhythmically. The hands, eyes, strength, and heart will all reach the tip of the sword, without the slightest deviation.

The sharp blade draws a thin arc in the air, and the tip of the sword is everywhere, piercing into the stake with precision. Exactly matched to the last sword mark, two kills, leaving only one sword mark on the stake.

It's a sword! Not a knife!

Aimo has a further understanding of the sword of the fighter in his hand. The sword is the result of strength, and the sword is the messenger of lightness. As long as you kill with precision, you don't need to cut off your head by brute force. He recalled that before in the Colosseum, it was a brute force slash, and he would only use a knife clumsily. And now the sword fighting is everywhere, as long as the slightest gap leaks, it can kill people, no matter how many people are killed, it is enough to use one sword.

The heart is beating steadily, the nose is breathing peacefully, the sun is shining calmly, and the cold wind is blowing as usual. The free mind is sublimated again, and Elmo feels the wonder of nature. In this world, there is a rhythm to follow, as long as you stab a precise sword between the rhythms.

Another sword stab, the short sword slid smoothly in front of him, and the blade accurately slammed into the same sword mark as the stake for the third time. I didn't feel how much strength I needed, and the stake in front of me flew away, and the cross-section of the short sword was as smooth as a mirror. This assassination was carried out in one go, without a hint of lag in between.

Don't be surprised or delighted, Aimo's mind is empty, and that's how it should be.

Another slash of the sword, the newly sharpened blade suddenly cut through the air, and quickly struck the stake. The sword stretched flatly, and once again cut through the wooden pole without hindrance, and then cut off the wooden stake, and the section was still smooth and neat.

The short sword swung over, and it was dexterous again. The sword struck a diagonal line and landed on the erected stake. This time, from the bottom to the top, a long sword mark was slashed. The whole stake is split diagonally into two pieces, and the section of the plank is smooth and flat, as if it had been cut by a chainsaw and then planed by a carpenter.

After three moves, Aimo put away his dagger and stood in front of the stake with a smile, admiring his masterpiece.

"Why do you want to kill for a long time, killing is not a game!" the scolding voice of the head and face immediately reached Aimo's ears. "He" was very dissatisfied with Aimo's final blow, killing the enemy in two ways in the front, but splitting the person in half in the back, it was just nonsense.

In the face of "him"'s murderous aura, Aimo trembled and didn't dare to come out, and deeply reflected on himself. He made the first two swords proud of their success, and his heart began to be impetuous, and the last sword was playful.

But if you meet an opponent with comparable strength, and finally slash with a sword, it will leave a great flaw for the opponent. Before he could cut the enemy in two, his short sword had already pierced his heart.

The last big fighting beast, the Twin Souls Gladiator is an example. He pierced Thrace's heart, but before the dagger could be drawn, he severed his throat. If you play by yourself, if you flirt at will, whether you let the pelvis or sternum get stuck in the blade, even if you pause slightly, you will already die a few times.

"Practice 100,000 times!" This severe punishment is also "he" protection for Aimo. As long as you fully master this state, you can greatly improve your combat power.

Despite the extra practice, assassinated from evening to dawn. But during the long night, Ammo did not complain at all, nor did he feel unwell. Night is his most wishful protective color, and silence is not loneliness.

When the red sun rose over the horizon the next day, Aimo had fully mastered the three swords of "stabbing and teasing". As long as the fighting sword is in hand, you can enter the state in an instant, and what you see in your eyes is no longer a person, but a heart, a throat, and a line of weakness.

"Unload your weight and fight with your bare hands!" it had been twenty-eight days before Emmo heard a new order from "him."

Taking off the stone bars on his arms and taking off his heavy iron vest, Elmo felt a pang of relief all over his body. It turned out that after a month of weight-bearing training, his physical strength increased so much unconsciously, he could take ten steps in one leap, he could somersault lightly, and the short sword was split into fine wood from wooden stakes everywhere.

"Let's go!" the four beast fighters gathered together, and "he" gave the order to compete. Elmo knew that this was a crucial battle to test the results of the secret training and select the gladiators.

After a month of hard training, everyone gritted their teeth. These murderous tricks are all for their own lives in the future, and no one wants to be lazy.

Aimo noticed that under "him", everyone had made great progress. Aya's desperate passion was already full of explosives, Alexander's muscles were thicker and stronger, and Colin's small eyes were dripping to see the crisis. Such progress is like a miracle, and only "he" can create it.

Aimo's opponent is Alexander, and Aya is against Colin. This stout man with strong muscles like granite, his eyes are more calm, his steps are solid and firm, his fists are clenched in front of his chest, and he is bullied step by step.

With his right hand in front and his left hand behind, Aimo habitually guards his throat and heart. Seeing Alexander approaching, he made a few false moves with his left palm, but he never managed to draw away the opponent's eyes, and it seemed that the trick had failed.

"Kill!" Alexander's fists slammed into the onslaught, disdainful of tricks. Aimo calmly blocked with his arms and sealed his hard fists outside, but he was used to having a sword in his hand, so he had to raise his hand to fight back, and it was always a little bit closer.

The sword is 2 feet 3 inches long, the blade is 6 inches, and the step length is 5 feet. Aimo quickly calculated the data in his heart, and the length of a short sword was missing, which was the size of the awkward feeling of empty-handed combat. If you use your hand as a sword, you need to take half a step.

After understanding the calculation, Aimo leaped forward, his five fingers together, his arm like a sword, and stabbed straight to the throat. This attack was like a bamboo, the sword in his hand had not arrived, and the murderous aura was already pressing, and Alexander hurriedly closed his fist to defend. As soon as Aimo approached again, his left-handed sword stabbed into the heart again, like two sharp arrows piercing the opponent's vital point.

Seeing Elmo's indomitable momentum, Alexander was momentarily discouraged and took a few steps back. Ai Mofu was so spiritual that his right foot flew up instantly, knocking down the strong man who had not had time to retreat.

"Thorn and stab" attack and kill three styles, in one go, the sturdy Alexander, beaten into a rolling gourd. As soon as he made contact, Aimo could already see that Alexander was still in the clumsy stage of using his fists as a knife, and he had not yet mastered the essence of sword fighting, and it was a matter of course to win.

The winner of the other game was Aya, who was nimble and then he faced Ammor.

A shovel kicked up, and the dust was flying. Just now, Aimo and Alexander faced each other, although in just a few moves, the ground in the courtyard had been trampled to rot and a lot of floating soil had been piled up. Seeing that Aya was deftly attacking, Aimo didn't think about it, so he scooped up the floating soil and kicked it in the face.

The ending is very simple, Aya let the dust charm her eyes, and quickly admit defeat, otherwise the skin and flesh will suffer.

"If you win tomorrow, you will be called Amos!" After completing a month of tantric training, he "said something before leaving, which made Ammo increase the pressure sharply. Adding this word "Si" is a great honor and a great responsibility