48 Hours a Day

No one would have thought that there would have been a blatant provocation against Satonillos after the forecasts of that unlucky expatriate.

The gladiators in the city are okay, I have heard a little bit of Zhang Heng's name, I know that the latter is a newcomer to the fame of Victor Arena in recent times, of course, because Zhang Heng is currently in too few battlefields, and everyone knows him only limited. And the gladiators from outside the city don't even know where the Oriental came from.

Satonylos turned around and walked toward Zhang Heng immediately after receiving the promise of Conmood.

The gladiators in the room could feel the anger burning in his eyes, not to mention Zhang Heng in the center of the vortex.

Habitus' silent moving footsteps and Zhang Heng drew a little distance. Although they belonged to the same gladiator school, Habitus did not like Zhang Heng very much, which is also normal. There was only one Bach and his competitive arena's Ace gladiator, and Bach was not yet fully mature. Habitus was confident that Bach had been overwhelmed in this competition, at least in the first half of the competition, so that he had more leverage to negotiate with the gladiator school to achieve more benefits for himself.

But now, this Oriental, who had been silent before, suddenly jumped out, killed Nassica, and began to gain the favor of Makrous, and since then Habitus can clearly feel the gladiator school's attitude toward him hardened again. In addition, he was not alone in his illness, biting his teeth and preparing to accept the conditions previously offered by the old trainer to strengthen himself, but the latter told him that the plan had been cancelled.

Although Habitus had no evidence, his instincts told him that Zhang Heng had something to do with the latter, so if he liked Zhang Heng, he'd be damned.

Several other gladiators, also from the Victor Arena, all elderly except Bach, came closer to Habitus, and saw Habitus clearly stated that he did not want to be involved in the matter, so he also silenced. Instead, Bach, the Germans, was not afraid, and he was not long after his first arrival in Rome, he had not experienced the most glorious period of Satonillo, so he looked like a pair of mockboxers.

But then he heard Zhang Heng's voice, “Stand still, it's none of your business. ”

Bach was angry when he heard that he almost had a fight with Zhang Heng first, but when he thought that he couldn't beat each other, he could only swallow this breath. He wanted to say that progress had been quite significant in recent times. Even Gabi praised him, so his heart challenged Zhang Heng's little flame again and naturally burned again, but when Bach witnessed Zhang Heng's martial arts performance, he finally realized clearly that he could not catch up with Zhang Heng's steps for at least a short time.

Just a moment after they spoke, Satonylos also walked to Zhang Heng.

The two were very close, Zhang Heng could already smell the alcohol on Satonilos, but Zhang Heng was very clear that Satonilos was not as obsessed with wine as he had shown, which should be just his disguise. Obviously, the gladiator school behind him also valued the martial arts performance, and started laying out a month in advance to reduce his guard against him in this way.

However, this disguise may be hidden from others, but it cannot be hidden from Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng can see that Satonylos is in his best shape after a month of renovation. The second gladiator himself under Cissnatus is quite good, and now Commodore and the entire Roman ruling class are basically here. In this case, he cannot use the weapon, in other words, Zhang Heng LV4's knife.

All he could rely on was his own figure and some boxing skills learned from Holmes in the copy of the interpretation, but Zhang Hengdian figured it out and thought he could still handle the situation.

No way, by conventional means, he had a hard time impressing Conmood tonight. He could only borrow Satonylos to use it. Although the tactics are a little old-fashioned, the rules of the gladiator world are based on who has a big fist, the newcomer wants to come forward, it must be to step on the old man's top, if he can win this fight, no one will say anything.

“Was that what you said, boy?” Satonylos put his face together in the cold.

Zhang Heng did not rush to answer, but first looked at Kang Maud not far away with the light of the corner of his eyes. Unexpectedly, the young emperor looked very interested and was measuring Zhang Heng's whereabouts from Makrus.

Marcus was a big sweat, but before he came here, he had prepared a set of speeches to introduce his gladiators, especially Zhang Heng, who saw that Conmood was coming here a little bit, and he had already finished his abdominal draft, but he didn't expect it to be an accident. Zhang Heng didn't know which nerve was tying the wrong line, and suddenly asked to provoke Satonilos.

However, he had no choice but to introduce Cheung Heng to Kang Maud with a stiff scalp and pray that Zhang Heng could control the situation.

But Zhang Heng's next words completely broke his dream, “Yes, I guess you're not old enough to ask me to repeat it. ”

Satonylos smiled at the corner of his mouth, “Interesting, I haven't shown up in a month, but did I dare gather all the garbage in front of me? ”

“This happens, have you ever considered the possibility of yourself being a dump?” Zhang Heng was not frightened by Satonylos' gaze and looked back calmly.

He was greeted by Satonillos' fist.

The speed of the punch, coupled with the distance between them, made Satonillos completely unanticipated that the fist he was waving out would fail.

The Oriental in front of him avoided his blow just out of his way, followed by a counterattack.

Zhang Heng's punch accurately landed on Satonilos' right face, beating the latter directly to the ground, it looked very wolfish, but Zhang Heng knew that Satonilos was not seriously injured, as a top gladiator, his ability to fight must also be full.

In the absence of weapons, it is not easy to separate victories from victories by fists alone.

Satonylos, who had fallen, soon stood up again, and this time it seemed that he really touched the real fire. Without saying anything, he rushed towards Zhang Heng again. Zhang Heng also dumped his hand and continued to prepare for the next round of battle.

The shadows of the two men twisted together in the front hall, where the other gladiators took refuge.

Unlike the vast majority of people imagined, Satonylos obviously had to get more fists, basically Zhang Heng punched him three times before he could return a punch, and the Orientalist across the street was always able to unload half the force of this punch at a critical time.

He stepped on a strange step, as if to merge his footsteps with his breathing, very flexible, after a while of battle, the expression on Satonillos' face also became condensed, to his level of gladiator has rarely come back into his mind by anger, often anger is just a disguise, as soon as his head calmed down, he realized that he met his opponent.