48 Hours a Day

The morning show had nothing to do with Zhang Heng. After showing up, the gladiators returned to the lounge and waited for their moment to come.

Blood and death constantly provoked the nerves of the audience on the observation deck, and the screaming and cheering outside shook the wooden planks above their heads, and the dust drifted down the crevices, falling on everyone's hair and shoulders, like ashes burned by fire, yet the lounge was very quiet, as if it were another world.

But if you think the beast is asleep, you're wrong.

Because they just quietly grind their teeth and paws in the dark, waiting for a killing.

Yet until the last moment, no one knew who the prey was or who the hunter was.

Finally, accompanied by a constant cheer and screaming, the martial arts show reached its final end, and a hundred grumpy buffaloes were slaughtered by excellent martial arts fighters. Of course, some of them were also stabbed in the stomach by hard horns or trampled by bullhooves, killing them.

The blood of men and beasts stained the yellow sand of the arena, but people had not yet had time to taste the beast fighters' English, and the next carnival had begun again.

The time has finally come to belong to the gladiators.

The hawker travels around the observation deck selling snacks like pine nuts, walnuts, figs, olives and small bread, as well as more comfortable cushions for you to sit on and rose water with a charming scent, while those with dumb voices get up between two battles to rehydrate the nearby water fountain in front of them so they can continue to cheer up their favorite gladiators.

The first of the seven in Victor's Arena was Habitus.

His face is slightly gloomy, although the position of the front line is also important. If he wins the first game, he can inspire the people behind him. However, as his absolute core, it would not have been necessary to do such a thing. Zhang Hengzi's position belongs to him, or it should have been the position of Bach's pressure shaft if he had not succeeded.

But he was eventually arranged to take the lead, which also meant that he was only the third most important of the seven in the eyes of Marcruz, the gladiator school owner, which made Habitus feel insulted.

But the most important thing now is to win this victory, after all, even if he doesn't think about the Victor arena, he has to think about his reputation.

So Habitus came to the trainer next door early to warm up, adjust his status until his name was called, and followed the person in charge to the elevator under the arena.

The battle lasted about fifteen minutes, and from time to time the audience shouted, one wave after another, until the final battle ended, leaving Habitus alone in the lounge, with a knife wound on his left arm and chest, but not too serious, and after handling it, he sat back in his position.

His return also attracted a lot of envy, knowing that those who sit here today are not weak enough to put an end to the fighting at such a small cost in such a short period of time and reflect the power of Habitus from the side.

After Habitus sat down, several gladiators from the Victor Arena congratulated him, but what he cared about most was Bach and Zhang Heng. As a result, Germans who could not sit were already in the training room, while Zhang Heng, Zhang Heng, took two Persian swords from Marcruz and took a nap in the corner.

So careless? Habitus sneers, the most taboo part of this business is carelessness, because no matter how powerful you are, if you loosen up mentally, sooner or later you'll miss.

And with the same idea, Satonylos, Satonylos also ended his first battle, he met a strong opponent, a little gladiator school ace, but after a slight turnaround, Satonylos easily defeated him, but the other party was lucky, admitted to losing in time, and because the fight was quite brilliant, the audience pardoned him, left the arena alive, of course, the later performance had nothing to do with him.

Unlike Habitus, however, Satonylos did not want Zhang Heng to be eliminated before, because he wanted to face each other again and wash himself away from the shame left by last night's war.

Over time, there are fewer and fewer people in the lounge.

Apart from Zhang Heng, the other six in the Victor Arena have already gone through the first battle. Four of them have won, two have failed, while the two who have failed have saved their lives, one has failed to save their lives, and one of the other winners has serious injuries. He is undergoing treatment in the infirmary and wonders whether he will be able to participate in the next competition.

Marcus was satisfied with the result. After all, he was basically the elite of a gladiator school, and the Victor Arena had a good chance of winning by more than 60%, especially since he valued Bach and Habitus.

Of course, his biggest concern was Zhang Heng's performance. In order to wait for Zhang Heng to show up, Markus even forgot to drink the water, and the corner of his mouth bubbled.

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“Zhang Heng, Cincinnatus, it's your turn. ”

Zhang Heng heard his name, opened his eyes from his sleep, struck an arrears, walked to the elevator with two Persian swords, and a kind gladiator behind him warned, "You forgot your helmet. ”

“Thanks, but I don't need that stuff.” Zhang Heng swayed his hand.

His figure disappeared out the door.

His arrogance boiled the otherwise quiet lounge.

But the noise didn't last long before it was flooded by a wave of tsunami-like cheers from the stands.

Satonylos frowned a little confused. The two of us should have just stood in the arena. In theory, Zhang Heng's popularity could not have won so much support when introducing him. No, it should be said that even he, when he appeared, it was difficult to get cheers that lasted so long.

But the shock in his heart at this moment obviously wasn't with Zhang Heng's first round opponent, Cincinnatus Big.

The latter is now kneeling on one knee, staring at only half the trident left in his hand, with a face of fear and incredibility.

Because Zhang Heng interrupted the referee just as he was going to introduce the parties according to the usual practice, Cincinnatus heard the Orientalist in front of him say, “Let's leave these things until after the interruption. ”

After that, he rushed towards Cincinnatus, and the next scene made Cincinnatus unforgettable.

The other foot stepped on the ground, his calf flexed slightly, then jumped into the air, pulling his body into a round of crippling moons, full of strength and balance, but Cincinnatus did not have time and mood to appreciate the beauty.

Because the other sword had fallen over his head, Cincinnatus retreated half a step in accordance with past combat habits and then blocked the trident in front of him.

Then he saw the other sword cut off his trident and eventually stopped in front of his forehead.

After that, Zhang Heng put away his sword and turned directly toward the lounge without looking at the judge.

And after a moment of silence, the observatory burst out with the craziest cheers since the show began, no matter which gladiator they were, at least at this moment they were conquered by this Oriental and his arrogant sword.