48 Hours a Day

Zhang Heng and the Germans returned to the training field.

By then, the sun had completely set, Bach had lit the oil lights, and the remaining Germans had guarded the entrance to the training ground to ensure that they were not disturbed.

“What weapon do you want," Bach swung his chin.

“Just give me a training sword.” Zhang Hengdao.

“Where's the armor? ”

“No need.”

Bach threw the training sword at Zhang Heng, warning him, "Say yes first, I won't be merciful to you because I appreciate you, you better be ready to be slapped by me. ”

“Well... I can only say that things are unexpected.” Zhang Heng took the training sword and carried it in his hand.

The gladiator school training swords are wooden and much shorter in length than the katana, which is a bit like the bronze sword in spring and autumn. According to the word "inch by inch", "inch by inch" is probably meant to make the gladiator show look even better.

Bach saw Zhang Heng only took the training sword, so he himself didn't want to take advantage of anything, he also took only one training sword.

“Where's your shield?” This time Zhang Heng asked.

“You don't want me or me.” Bach was proud.

“Whatever. Anyway, you can pick it up anytime you want. ”

Bach was finally pissed off by Zhang Heng's words, “Don't think I look at you too much, I've changed my mind, I'm going to keep you out of bed for a week. ”

“Really? Then you have to pull yourself together.” Zhang Hengfa still looked not too tight and raised his eyebrows back.

The next moment, Angry Bach had rushed in, waving the training sword in his hand.

As a result, he encountered the same scene seven days ago. Zhang Heng did not know how to easily escape his split. Then, while his forward force had not disappeared, when his feet did not stand steady, he patted him on the back with his training sword.

After a bang, Bach's body flew out and rolled around the ground.

But the Germans rolled and rolled over from the ground, and his eyes finally changed when he looked at Zhang Heng again.

In the eyes of others, it was Bach's old illness that broke out again, his enemies rushed in, and he was caught in the action room before the change blossomed, and using his power to drop himself out, it was quite a coincidental way of fighting.

But Bach himself knew that Gabby and the trainer's exclusive training plan for him was to try to fix the problems in his previous battles, and now he's not what he was a week ago. He's not necessarily a rival to Habitus, but he won't fall if he uses the same trick again.

Moreover, Zhang Heng's movements looked very similar to Habitus's, all walking in an agile way, but in fact the difference between the two was quite large. Especially Zhang Heng's beat, Bach's physical balance was completely broken, which is the real reason he fell to the ground.

Is this guy really as good as he bragged himself? But Bach was somewhat uncertain as to why he couldn't see it at all in his previous training.

With questions in his heart, he attacked again, but after two moves, his chest suffered another sword from Zhang Hengyi.

Zhang Heng used little power, basically just a little dot on his left chest.

Previously, when he was free in Koyama Dojo, he also coached the children there to practice knives. Similar fights and fights took place quite well.

But Bach was still in a cold sweat, knowing that if the other hand was a real weapon, he would have been ripped open by now.

The opposite Zhang Heng did not continue to attack while Bach was surprised. Instead, he put away his training sword and took two steps back. He asked with great decency, "Do you need a shield now? ”

Bach only felt a spicy pain in his face, but he knew if there was a shield to prevent Zhang Heng from attacking or not, but he couldn't fight without a shield.

Bach was just impulsive, but not stupid. Word took off a small round shield, held it in his left hand, and did not attack again. He set up a defensive defensive position like a great enemy.

The Germans who guarded the door also saw the result of two previous confrontations, one with a smile on his face, holding his breath independently.

Bach was a famous warrior in their tribe, and he had killed many Roman soldiers over the years to avenge his dead loved ones, and there was a hundred chiefs. It was a little surprising that they had lost to Habitus before, but now a week had passed and they had heard about Habitus' whereabouts, knowing that they had been counted by Gabi.

Even the official gladiator, Habitus, is famous. Although he cannot be regarded as an ace like Sisnates, he is also regarded as a second-degree quasi-ace, with a lot of girls who are secretly in love with him. It is not unacceptable for Bach to lose to him without knowing the details of his adversary.

But Zhang Heng, Zhang Heng is a completely different situation.

You're in a gladiator school together, a star of hope, a successor to the Cissnates, on the other hand, who's been silent and assigned to a double-knife profession that's not popular.

There is no suspense in winning or losing.

From previous rivalries, the victory and defeat were certainly not suspicious. Bach had fallen into the wind all the way and had little power to fight back. Although he now had a shield, he could see that his confidence in himself had begun to shake only after half a day of not attacking.

Bach didn't move, Zhang Heng moved.

He waved the training sword in his hand, and as he walked under his feet, each sword attacked a position that made Bach feel uncomfortable. Bach had to use the shield in his hand and train the sword to rotate, so he barely blocked Zhang Heng from attacking again and again. His forehead was already covered with sweat, and his ears were filled with wooden shields and the clatter of training sword contact.

Bach knew he couldn't go back, otherwise the other side was gaining momentum, and he himself was about to be forced to the corner of the training field. At that point, instead, he threw all his meditations behind his head, straddling his heart and risked being stabbed and finally wielded the wooden sword in his hand.

It was also his first time blowing the trumpet of the counter-attack, and Bach didn't expect anything to come of it. If he could push Zhang Heng away a little, he could breathe a little, even if it was successful, but what he didn't expect was that when he raised his head again, he saw Zhang Heng step back, and the wooden sword in the latter's hand had been blown out and landed on the empty ground beside him.

“You win.” Zhang Hengpunched Bach blinking, “congratulations. ”