48 Hours a Day

“Unshackle them.” The head of the school said.

“Are you sure?” Slave traders hesitate, "they're not ordinary people, and they're not honest at all. Don't you have to call more people? ”

“If we can't even clean them up, we don't have to open any schools, or close the doors early.” The head of the school said faintly,

Slave traders finally opened the wooden doors of the cars without hesitation.

The Germanic prisoners of war stepped out of the car in turn, and the man with the most tall body glanced at the head of the school with his eyes closed, after which no one moved his wrists or feet.

Slave traders turn their eyes to school principals on the other side.

The latter said, "Hurry up, don't slow down. ”

So the slave trader felt the key on his body and unlocked the chains on the Germans. He deliberately left the most powerful man at the end, but the accident happened. When he walked over and unlocked the other person's chains, the next second the other person strangled him and lifted him off the ground with only one hand.

Slave traders struggled desperately, slipped their legs, and reached for nothing to break the Germans' hands, yet his counterattack seemed soft and powerless in each other's eyes.

His face was blushing and he could feel oxygen disappearing from his body a little bit.

But neither the trainers nor the six gladiators responded.

Just as the slave trader's consciousness grew blurred and thought he was dying here, the stunning Germanic suddenly let go of his hand.

Slaver's body fell back to the ground, his toes first touching the ground, but immediately after his calves softened, he knelt before the German, a man of great stature.

The head of the gladiator school snorted, “Looks like you haven't been stupid enough. ”

“Yeah, I think he's right," said the tall Germanic proudly, "against Bach you should have more men. ”

“Worse than barbarity is stupidity. Your name is Bach?” The head of the school cold-blooded, “give this idiot Bach a training sword, let's see how many pounds he's got.” Speaking to Bach again, “you better have half your mouth and prove yourself worthy of that 7,000 Célestas, Habitus, play with him. ”

A gladiator named Habitus smiled and walked out of the crowd, throwing a training wooden sword under the feet of the Germans, and admonishing, "Wait, if it hurts, please forgive me, I will try to be gentle. ”

“Contrary to you, I prefer to keep people [beeping] out of bed in a more rude way.” Bach's rude words made the Germans laugh again.

Habitus did not choose to continue to fight with the Germans, drew his own training sword and weighed it twice in his hand. "In front of you is the Gaul Habitus, of Victor Arena...”

As a result, his introduction was not finished, and Bach across the street had sworn.

If some really think these Germans are as stupid and straightforward as they seem, it would be a big mistake. In fact, these guys are a little barbarian sly. Bach noticed that Habitus was a little loose in introducing himself and didn't hesitate to do it.

His movements were quick and he was as healthy as a leopard, and a big step came before Habitus.

The wooden sword in his hand swung and brought a wind.

However, Habitus on the other side was not panicked, obviously he had not had much protection before, but he easily avoided Bach's sneak attack after just turning his body, and then gently snapped Bach's left leg with his toe, the latter not in time, with the power of forward rush, was suddenly snagged, a strong Germanic body lost balance, fell to the ground, almost didn't eat a bite of sand.

“You Germans shout loudly, but your body is quite honest and you are too polite to kneel at first sight.” Habitus laughed.

This time it was the gladiator's turn to burst into laughter.

“Poor guy, if it was in the arena, that Habitus victory chase just now would have stabbed this stupid big man in the back of his heart. ”

“So these Germans are just bluffing their watch. ”

The grudging words of the gladiators clearly provoked blood in Bach's heart.

“Again!” The Germans seemed very unhappy. Wow, they yelled and set the scene up again.

This time he seemed so cautious, he obviously knew that this little gladiator was not a good fighter in front of him.

And his opponent, Habitus, still looks like he doesn't have to laugh.

After that, Bach launched the attack first. The Germans were finally able to show their full abilities this time. His swordsmanship, though unruly, was fierce and harsh. He was able to maximize his power advantage, and the general public would basically be frightened in the face of his horror, and his strength could only be halved.

Habitus, however, was not among them. He hid left and left, avoiding the Germans' frontal attacks as much as possible, and then continued to harass his opponents with a few tricks.

As a result, the more fire Bach gets, the more he yells, the more he can't help but look at this nasty guy.

Bach felt like a lion performing in a circus, with empty claw teeth, yet every move became a laughingstock.

Eventually he couldn't help yelling, "Let's do it together! ”

The Germans left to look at each other, but they had not done much, and the head of the other school first said, "Give them the training sword. ”

Six gladiators and six Germanic prisoners, just one-on-one, not more than one.

The two trainers were even pointing their fingers at each other to help the gladiators refine their fighting skills, which completely enraged the Germans.

However, with Bach's foresight, the other five Germans did not dare to lighten their enemies at this time. The spirit was twelve points high. However, some things could not be resolved without a positive attitude. Although these Germanic prisoners of war had already gained the strength to feed their milk, the outcome of the battle was still overwhelming.

The gladiator side prevailed, and all six Germans, including Bach, were beaten to the ground clean and clean.

The head of the school said at this time, “Confidence is a good thing, but only at this level, don't make a fuss all day long, don't think you've killed a few people, even if you're a little bit of a fighter, these gladiators in front of you, they've been through a lot more brutal battles than you, this is the real man, compared to them, you don't even count as shit. ”