48 Hours a Day

“As you know, gladiators come in many different types, gladiators, shield fighters, cyberfighters, chasers, etc. Although in the end it is up to the school to decide what type of gladiator you will be, you can first tell the school what type of gladiator you want to be based on the weapon and fighting style you are good at, and I will take your views fully into account when making the final ranking.

“Note that this is something you need to be cautious about, because it will determine the direction you are going to take, not to say that you cannot change it at all once you have been selected, but it will mean that much of the training you did earlier will be wasted, and that you will start later than others, and accordingly, the less likely you will be to pass the final assessment.

“So the best way to start is to figure out what you're going to do, what your strengths are, what you're wondering and unclear about, you can ask the trainers present, each of them has their own area of expertise and way of fighting, or a retired gladiator, or a thief, a warrior, a killer, whatever… In short, each of them has something you deserve to learn, and how much you can learn is what you can do, and you don't need to tell them the answer right away, because we're going to start with a week of basic training. ”

Gabi looked around at the crowd as he spoke, and found that some of you weren't listening very hard, and laughed, “Of course, I'm sure some of you had thought about this before you got here, or had your own fighting habits, which is good, but there's one thing... what you're used to may not be right, I've met a cyberfighter, and he chose to be a cyberfighter because he was a fisherman before, and he knew fishnets and harpoons best, so he took it for granted that he should be a cyberfighter, but no matter how much he trained, he always lost.

“So after he almost lost his life one time, he finally decided to try to turn the Shield Warrior, and then he won seven rounds in a row, and, as I said, over the course of the week, think carefully about what type you're really fit for, and don't regret it at the last minute of your life, it's too late," Gabby said.

“Only a true man can pass the final test to be a glorious gladiator, don't get me wrong, I'm not thinking about your little lives, I just don't want your blood to eventually tarnish this arena full of history and legend, remember that before you, many great names were born here, and compared to them, you're not as shitty as you are today... if some of you had the privilege of walking into it one day, all you had to do was not embarrass yourself with those names.

“Of course, if you are good enough, this arena will naturally give you the rewards, the money, the honor, the fame, the everlasting women, and the freedom that you have long yearned for...”

Although the painting of cakes has been going on for a long time, and there is no great difference between two thousand years ago and two thousand years later, it is undeniable that many slaves, when they hear this statement, cannot help but beat their hearts, hold their fists in secret and breathe heavily.

“Yes, yes, these things are there, and whether you can grab them or not depends on your own abilities, become bones, or a new legend, your fate is up to you, but before that, you must pass the test and become a gladiator. ”

So Gabby's words finally came to an end, pointing to the southwest corner of the training field, “The first lesson, see those wooden columns, one for each person, running 50 laps around the training field. ”

“Now?” Someone couldn't help but ask, "But now that it's lunchtime, shouldn't we have lunch before training? ”

“The good question, the answer is yes, is right now, you clearly heard every word of me, congratulations, to prove that your ears are not deaf.” Gabby whispered and then yanked his chin, “Anyone else have any questions? ”

He waited two seconds to see no one talking, nodded, “Well, let's do it. ”

Everyone heard that the wooden columns are not small, and the weight is not expected to be easy. Each one has at least 60 or 70 kg. It is not easy to carry, let alone run.

Bach also turned around to pick wood with his Germanic comrades, but he just took a step and listened to Gabby add, “No, no, you're not like them, you're carrying two pieces of wood. ”

Bach was furious when he heard that he almost didn't hold his temper in the face of this apparent behavior against him, and Bach felt that Gabby was deliberately trying to get at him before he broke the rules. Especially just now, Gabby's attitude in front of Marcus made it clear that he didn't really look like Bach, that he couldn't even compare to the previous Cissnattes.

This is also an insult to Bach, who has always fought hard and well, and the combination of new hatred makes him want to beat the nasty bastard in front of him.

But the good news is that Bach's mind hasn't completely disappeared. He knew he was on people's turf. He had to bow his head and look at the trainers holding the whip around Gabi. Eventually, the Germanic man chose the good man not to eat the loss in front of his eyes and stared at his eyes to be carried by his wooden pillars.

And finally, Varo was the only one left standing there, and he looked a little embarrassed, “Well... me, am I going to do it too? ”

“What do you think?” Gaby asks back, "As long as you haven't left this place in a day, you better stick to the rules of the day, otherwise this is the end. ”

He said he grabbed a whip from a trainer, and a whip was punched in Varo's chest.

A scream from a former antique dealer fell to one side with his bloody chest covered.

Gabriel squatted down in front of him, ignoring his painful breath, slowly asking, "Does it hurt? ”

Varolian nodded.

“If it hurts, do me a favor and stop letting me find a reason to smoke you, okay?” Gabby sighed, "Now, what do you think you should do, do you want me to get someone to take a look at your wounds, or do you want me to start training you should have started long ago? ”

“I... I'm going to carry the wood.” Varo wept in tears.

“Well, it looks like you're starting to fit in here, very well, and I hope that when the last day comes, you'll pass the final exam, really.” Gabby patted Varro on the shoulder.