48 Hours a Day

After all, Habitus did not hide from Bach, a sword that was rounded off, and the only three fingers left could no longer grasp the shield in his hand and let it fly away.

But what made Habitus angry was that Bach didn't mean to stop at all. Instead, he pulled one step closer and pulled it toward his head. Habitus was helpless. He had to temporarily abandon his intention to drop his weapon and surrender. He picked up a move with a short sword in his left hand, while pulling a little distance.

Yet just when he thought he had finally earned the chance to surrender, a shameless move by the Germans left him completely stunned.

When Bach threw his little shield aside, he simply shook up his sword and his spirit.

Habitus had a numb scalp because he feared being executed by the audience after surrendering and had to continue to fight, while keeping his voice down to Bakhdad, “You're done, I've lost, you can step on top of me, all the fame I've built up before is cheap for you. ”

“Not enough.” Bach Dao.

“Damn, what else do you want from me, you want me to pay you? After all these years as a gladiator, I saved some money, and I can pay you to let me surrender. ”

“No, no, I'm not interested in money. I just want your life.” The Germans were sincere.

“Are you fucking sick?!” Habitus can't help shouting, “don't forget, we're a Arena gladiator. What do you tell Marcus when you kill me? ”

“Why should I care what a silly [beep] middle-aged Roman thinks?” Bach wondered.

Habitus didn't do the same, but lowered his posture again, “Listen, yesterday we weren't after you, you should know, I just wanted to control you and keep you out of this, and the first time we met before, Gabby asked me to give you a horseway so I could discipline you, so you can see that there's really no unresolved resentment between us. ”

“Makes sense.” The Germans nodded.

Habitus was just about to be happy, and the next moment he had a cold on his neck, Bach's sword was fast and fierce, and before he nodded his head to some extent paralyzed Habitus, so the next sudden sword directly cut Habitus' neck off.

The latter knelt on the floor, covered with constant blood spraying his neck, and his eyes filled with panic and confusion.

“Where there's so much there isn't, I'm just not happy with you.” The Germans grinned, "I don't want to see you wandering around in front of me again, especially considering we're another gladiator school. ”

“ ………… ”

Habitus seemed to want to say something else, but now he can no longer speak.

Just as Bach and Habitus fought hard, Zhang Heng had also settled three opponents. His performance was the same as expected by the audience, as usual, and every battle was clean and clean, and whoever the opponent was, could not sustain 10 moves in his hands.

In fact, Zhang Heng spent most of his time just waiting for the next opponent to show up, but when he saw his fourth opponent, there was a shout in the audience, and even for the first time someone started worrying about Zhang Heng.

Because his next opponent is an archer gladiator.

As I said before, this fight does not restrict the gladiator's profession, so some gladiators who compare bugs are also mixed in, like archer gladiators are one of them, but the situation of archers is special, when facing heavy armor, they can only be mermaids, and when facing light nail gladiators, they will become reapers.

Unfortunately, Zhang Heng's double-knife fighter was a light armored gladiator, and more importantly, he didn't even have a shield on him, and his only helmet was thrown into the lounge, which means he didn't have a defensive gear.

So the archer gladiator opposite him also brightened his eyes, seemed to see the hope of victory, so his whole person was excited, you know that now standing in front of him is the biggest popularity of this fight, the focus of all the audience, if he can kill Zhang Heng, then no doubt will be famous, even if he fails to win this fight, he can already shout the championship of Rome City.

Not being a legend. Being a legendary terminator doesn't seem too bad.

So when the referee made the initial gesture, he drew an arrow the first time and put it on the bowstring.

His opponent Zhang Heng, like in previous wars, did not make any special preparations, but rushed directly to this side.

Archer gladiator can't believe his eyes. Is there such a straight man in the world?

But the closer he gets to victory, the more he tells himself to calm down, not even firing the arrow in his hand at the first time, but waiting deliberately for Zhang Heng to approach another distance, now the distance between the two sides is probably less than ten steps, in the archer gladiator's view, this distance is almost impossible to miss.

So he finally loosened the bow string he was aiming at.

At almost the same moment, Zhang Heng also moved. He himself possessed the arrow technique of lv2, which can be roughly judged from the other party's actions. Of course, it was his knife technique of lv4 that ultimately relied on him. Zhang Heng didn't even stop, he just waved a knife at will.

The next moment, his blade was precisely chopped on a flying arrow.

After a chirping sound, the arrow coming in the face was directly kowtowed out by Zhang Heng.

And the archer gladiator across the street is completely stupid.

Is that okay? He didn't even seize the last chance to shoot another arrow and stood still, seemingly giving up the struggle, which was probably the deadliest mistake ever made by a gladiator, yet no one in the audience blamed him for the passive battle, because everyone who saw the scene was left without exception.

It was not until Zhang Heng rushed into front of the archer gladiator and put the Persian sword in his hand around the latter's neck that the latter realized that he had been eliminated, but compared to this, the scene had clearly hit him more, even destroying his confidence and common sense.

And this scene falls into the eyes of Satonylos and others, but it reinforces their earlier speculation that the Oriental man in front of them must be the incarnation of a god, otherwise it cannot explain why his power is so powerful.

With this in mind, Satonylos and others, who were already less expensive, fell again, even risking losing their way in the face of ordinary enemies in front of them.