48 Hours a Day

The next day's martial arts show ended in a calm breeze, with no accidents, no ripples.

Basically all the strength gladiators previously favored entered the final battle list for the third day, unlike only ten predicted before the show began.

Among them, gladiators from the schools of gladiators in the city occupy the vast majority of positions on the list, while only a dozen people outside the city, apart from such talents as the giant Terrifiros, have been killed on the final list.

The result was quite unexpected, as the unlucky bastard who provoked Satonillos to get his nose blown off that night said, because the fighters outside the city were going to perform around challenging local masters, they should have more experience in the field than the “respected" fighters in the city, and they lived in harder conditions and were more honest in theory.

But reality is cruel.

The overwhelming advantage is these "toys for ladies and ladies”, which they would not have liked very much.

But it's also quite normal for fighters in these schools in the city to live in better conditions than fighters outside the city, naturally to have more time to train, instead of wasting on the road back and forth, to be better nourished and stronger, and to have specialist doctors to deal with their injuries and illnesses.

Of course, the most important thing is that the fighter price in the city is generally higher than outside the city, and it is also one fighter in the city and two outside the top city in terms of average price.

So the slave traders are naturally willing to sell the better and stronger fighter embryos to the fighter schools in the city, and even those outside the city are famous and sold to the fighter schools in the city at high prices by their owners. In contrast, the battle experience gained by the fighters outside the city simply obliterates the huge gap between the two sides.

It is therefore not surprising that such an outcome should appear now.

After the show, Zhang Heng returned to his residence in the donkey cart of the gladiator school as usual.

He deliberately picked a later time so that the vast majority of the audience was already home, thus avoiding harassment by some extreme admirers, including Habitus and Bach.

By the end of the next day, there were only four left in the Victor Arena.

Zhang Heng, Bach, Habitus, and an old game called Murkazan.

Yet even though we were all in the same arena, there was not much to talk about on the way. Perhaps the atmosphere is a little silent because tomorrow we'll be opponents.

Zhang Hengzheng didn't expect the first person to ask was Habitus.

“Satonylos and Danaos are discussing what to do with you. ”

Bach smiled at the corner of his mouth, “Isn't it a little late to pull the relationship again? Isn't this something no one already knows about? ”

“But you don't know what the plans are for Satonillos and Danaos.” Habitus' faceless path.

“Oh?” Zhang Heng leaned back again.

“I know you don't like me, and honestly, I don't like you either.” Habitus looks into Bach's eyes, "If there's a chance I want to punch you in the face, and you," Habitus looks toward Zhang Heng again, "you think you're stronger than everyone else, you don't see us in the eyes, but in the end, we're all from a gladiator school, and if you win, Victor's attendance at the arena will undoubtedly increase, even though you don't want to admit it, but it's also good for me. ”

“So?”

“So before at the Flavi Circular Theatre, I pretended to accept Satonillos' invitation to penetrate their interior.” Habitustus, “they plan to pack with an herb that can make people weak and sneak into your lunch tomorrow at noon. ”

“And these herbs?” Bach was somewhat surprised to hear the story.

“This is Rome, not the poor countryside where you barbarians used to live, and there's so much you don't know.” Habitus mocked.

Bach was also angry when he heard the words, "We savages from the remote countryside don't just think about using indiscriminate methods when we can't beat others, so even if we win, what's the glory? ”

Habitus didn't think so, "If you've been a gladiator long enough and experienced enough fighting, you'll know that living is the most important thing, and the best way to survive is to win all the time, and the means don't matter. ”

“No wonder I don't like it as soon as I see it. Your strength is good, but you have an unpleasant smell.” The Germans spit outside the donkey cart.

“You'd better keep your mouth clean," Habitus' face dimmed, "or you'll just pray you don't meet me tomorrow. ”

“Oh, I've been waiting a long time for revenge when we first met.” Bach was fearless and stood directly from his seat.

Another gladiator named Murkazan saw that things tended to get worse and had to make peace. He stood up in front of Bach and Habitus and said, “Okay, everybody, calm down. Even if there's any grudge, we can stay in the arena. ”

Bach snorted out of his nostrils, and this was going to sit down, but I didn't expect Murkazan, who acted as a pacifist at the next moment, to touch a knife on his chest from somewhere.

“It's none of your business. If you know each other, don't move.” Murkazan warned.

And just as Murkazan touched the knife, Habitus also touched a small razor and jumped at Zhang Heng on the other side.

This all happened in the firestone room, just moments before Habitus confessed that he was mixed up with Satonilos and others to find out what the latter intended to do with Zhang Heng, and suddenly the next moment he turned his face away without any signs.

His division of labour with Murkazan was clear, with one holding Bach and the other jumping to unprotected Zhang Heng.

But when Habitus opened his eyes, there was a bad feeling in his mind, because there was no panic or panic in his eyes.

Just look at him so quietly.

Immediately after that, Habitus saw the knife flash, and he grabbed the two fingers of the razor and landed on the ground until the blood erupted from the truncation before Habitus realized the pain.

Although he had already imagined Zhang Heng very strongly, cautiously and cautiously, trying to paralyze each other's nerves with words before moving his hands, he did not expect the other's knife to reach this level.