48 Hours a Day

“Giant” Terrifilos belongs to a fighter outside the city, naturally excluded by the fighters in the city, but Satonillos valued his power, but he was also implicated, only renouncing his intention to join the group after not receiving a response, so Terrifilos did not participate in the assassination last night.

That's why he was stunned when he walked into the lounge in the morning, because the atmosphere was a little strange.

Of course, not to say that the atmosphere before was not strange, after all, Satonylos' small action of pulling gangs everywhere fell into his eyes, while Zhang Heng looked like an idle person, sword drawn crossbows between the two sides, the entire lounge filled with a smell of gunpowder.

But today, that powder smell disappeared.

Terrifilos was somewhat strange and took a deliberate look at Satonillos, who sat there in a dead face and seemed a little sluggish, like a new rookie about to enter the arena for the first time, touching it from time to time.

What the hell is going on here? Terri Phyllos frowned, after several rounds of elimination, now all that remained were powerful masters, and then it was time for a heads-up, soon to pin the pointy against Maiman, the ace against the ace, yet instead of cultivating the sharp talent, Satonilos was ready for the next battle, but instead looked like a disobedient soul.

And he's not the exception, and a dozen people like him, including the crowning hotspots like Danaus and Erakssois, all look sleepless and impotent.

Only the Oriental sitting in the corner was no different.

What the hell is going on here?

Zhang Heng is now a powerful fighter in the view of Terrifilos, he also heard about the other party's previous amazing achievements. In addition to fighting bulls empty-handed, he and other gladiators often quickly split the battle between victory and defeat, no one has exceeded ten moves, but Satonillos these are also well-known old gladiators, it makes no sense not to even have the courage to fight the first battle.

And the way Tellyphilos can feel, if yesterday Satonilos et al. stayed away from Zhang Heng because he was secretly plotting something against the latter, then now Satonilos et al. stayed away from Zhang Heng simply because he was afraid.

It's like rats meet cats with instinctive fear.

But the worst case scenario is Habitus, who belongs to the same arena as Zhang Heng, who came out of the same school but sat far away, and Habitus was pale and barely bloody, while still keeping his right hand in his arms.

Terri Phyllos can't figure it out, it's just been a night, why are these people like a change of appearance?

It was then that someone hit him in the back, and Terri Philos didn't say anything yet, and people were like frightened, constantly apologizing.

Terri Phyllos turned around and saw Murkazan with a blue-faced nose, and was surprised, "What happened to your face? ”

“I, I... I fell myself.” Murkazan's bite was unexpected, not only because he was afraid of Zhang Heng, but also because he knew that if they were stabbed out yesterday, they would definitely be heavily punished. After all, something like this, if they can't beat each other in the arena, to think that they can't solve the problem privately is challenging the bottom line of the gladiator, who hosted the duel was His Majesty the Emperor of the Empire.

Zhang Heng died, so to speak, the problem is that he is not dead, and Murka praised last night and wanted to cry, clearly said to solve the biggest threat to the championship together, the threat was not solved, and he also got into a god.

This is the incarnation of God in man. In ancient legends, no human can threaten God except the hero of the demigod.

“Dropped it?” Terry Philos's eyes are full of doubt, "how many times did you fall to get your teeth halfway down? ”

Murkazan was absolutely right and could only reveal a somewhat awkward and airy smile.

Fortunately, this embarrassment didn't last long, and not too long ago, the gladiator who was in charge of hosting the gladiator school gladiator, the somewhat limp Slavs, walked in again and said, "Get ready, there's only your final battle left after today's veterinary gladiator show. ”

Terri Phyllos nodded when he heard the words, raising the trident in his hand, "I am ready, and I will show you my strength. ”

Now there is Zhang Heng, the other gladiators at least don't mention the crown in their mouths.

Yet even with such a thrill of his own, there are few men attached to him in the large lounge. Satonylos and others still look half-dead, and Terrifilos even wondered if they had died with their wives yesterday before crying in their faces.

…………

However, no matter how unwilling Satonylos and others were, the final battle came to pass.

Zhang Heng stood up from where he sat, and the entire lounge seemed to pause for a second with this move, after which Zhang Heng picked up his two Persian swords.

“Gentlemen, I'll see you in the arena. ”

And Bach on the other side grinned, wearing a helmet.

On the lift, the gladiators consciously left the middle position to Zhang Heng because they knew who the audience was for today. Zhang Heng was probably the first person in history to have conquered the Flavi Circular Theatre before the end of the fight.

Zhang Heng's position should have been left to the like-minded winners of Satonylos, but now Satonylos and Danaos, among others, are determined to stand on the outer shelf, while keeping an eye on Zhang Heng's movements, as if they were going to jump off the lift as soon as something blows the grass.

What is more exaggerated is that even after several layers of population, they seem to be still full of anxiety.

Terri Phyllos wanted to ask them, "Can you fly to them all of a sudden if you hide so far?"

And the next moment, the lift has begun to rise. Slaves pushed the winch, sending today's protagonists from the dark underground to the sand outside.

Apart from the 90,000 seats at the Flavi Circular Theatre, where the satin floats and the hunting sounds on the hard bars, many other people without tickets arrive outside the arena early in the morning to witness the birth of the legend in the first place.

All over Rome this day.

Even at the height of the Sisnates, it is absolutely impossible to create such a scene.

And when the figure of the 72nd gladiator eventually appeared in the arena, the whole Flavi Circular Theatre boiled down, and the giant wave of voices seemed to drown everything.