v3 Chapter 160： Thanks but i don't need that kind of thing

The performance in the morning had nothing to do with Zhang Heng and they showed up. Afterwards, the gladiators returned to the lounge, waiting for the moment that belonged to them.

Blood and death stirred the nerves of the audience on the stands all the time. The shouts and cheers outside shook the wooden board above the head, and the dust fell down the gap, falling on everyone's hair and shoulders, like The ashes after being burned by the fire, but the rest room is extremely quiet, as if it were another world.

But if you think that the beast is asleep, then you are totally wrong.

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

However, until the last moment, no one knew who was the prey and who was the hunter.

Finally, with a continuous cheering and screaming, the beast show came to an end. One hundred grumpy bisons were slaughtered by excellent beast fighters. Of course, some of them were also hard-horned. Pierced his stomach, or was trampled by a bull's hoof, and was killed here.

The blood of the Tatars and the Beasts stained the yellow sand of the arena, but people had not had time to taste the heroic posture of those Beast Fighters carefully, and the next carnival had begun.

The moment when belongs to the gladiator is finally here.

The hawker shuttles around the stands, selling snacks such as pine nuts, walnuts, figs, olives, and buns. It also sells cushions that make you more comfortable and rose water with a charming fragrance. People took advantage of the gap between the two battles to get hydrated at the drinking fountain near the front in order to continue to cheer on their favorite gladiators.

The first of seven players in the Victor Arena to play was Habitus.

His face was slightly gloomy. Although the position of the lead is also important. If he wins the first game, he can inspire the others. However, as his absolute core identity, he does not need to do this kind of thing. Zhang Heng's ending position It belongs to him, or it should be the position of Bach's finale.

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

However, the most important thing now is to win this victory first. After all, he has to consider his reputation even if he doesn't think of Victor Arena.

As a result, Habitus came to the trainer next door to warm up and adjust his state until his name was called, followed by the person in charge of the guide to the elevator under the arena.

The whole battle lasted about fifteen minutes. From time to time, spectators applauded, one wave after another, until the end of the battle. Only Habitus walked back to the lounge, his left arm and chest. Each had a stab wound, but it was not too serious. After dealing with it, he returned to his position.

His return also attracted a lot of envious eyes. We must know that the people who can sit here today are not weak. They can end the battle at such a small cost in such a short time. It also reflects the Habitus from the side. Strength.

After Harbitus sat down, several gladiators in the Victor Arena also congratulated him, but what he cared about most was Bach and Zhang Heng, only to find that the Germanic who couldn't sit still ran to the training room to soak. Now, while Zhang Heng, Zhang Heng took the two Persian swords that Marcruz gave him to take a nap in the corner.

So careless? Habitus sneered. The most taboo thing in this line is to be careless, because no matter how strong your strength is, as long as you are relaxed mentally, you will miss it sooner or later.

And holding the same idea is also Santonilos, Santonilos also ended his first battle, he encountered a weak opponent, that guy is the ace of a little gladiator school, but after a bit of twists and turns finally It was still easily defeated by Satonilos, but the opponent had good luck and confessed in time. He was pardoned by the audience because of the wonderful play and left the arena alive. Of course, the subsequent performances were not related to him.

However, unlike Habitus, Satonilos does not want Zhang Heng to be eliminated before, because he also wants to face each other again and wash the shame left by the battle last night with his own hands.

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

With the exception of Zhang Heng, the remaining six players in Victor Arena have already experienced the first battle. Four of them have won and two have failed. One of them failed to save their lives, and one failed to save their lives. In addition, one of the winners was also seriously injured and was being treated in the medical room. I don't know if I can participate in the next test.

Marcruz is quite satisfied with this result. After all, the contestants are basically elites of the gladiator school. Victor Arena can win more than 60% of the winning rate is quite good, especially the Bach and Kazakhstan he valued Bitus passed easily.

Of course, what he is most concerned about is Zhang Heng's performance. In order to wait for Zhang Heng to play, Marcruz even forgot to drink water, and his mouth was blistered.

Uh ...

"Zhang Heng, Cincinnati, it's your turn."

Zhang Heng heard his name, opened his eyes from his sleep, yawned, and walked towards the elevator with two Persian swords. A kind gladiator behind him reminded, "You forgot your helmet Now. "

谢谢 "Thank you, but I don't need that kind of thing." Zhang Heng waved.

After speaking, his figure disappeared outside the door.

Suddenly, his arrogance boiled the dead lounge.

However, this noise did not last long before it was overwhelmed by a burst of cheering like a mountain tsunami.

Santonilos frowned a little, and it should be just that the two of them were just standing on the arena. According to Zhang Heng's popularity, it is impossible to get so much support during the introduction. No, it should be said that even He also had a hard time getting cheers for so long when he debuted.

But at this moment, his shock was obviously not as big as Zhang Heng's first-round opponent Cincinnatus ~ www.novelhall.com ~ The latter is now kneeling on one knee, looking at only half of the trident left in his hands. Fear and incredible face.

Because Zhang Heng was interrupted when the referee wanted to introduce the two parties in accordance with the convention, Cincinnati heard the Oriental man in front of him and said, "Let's talk about these things slowly after the fight."

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

The opponent's feet stepped on the ground, his calf flexed slightly, and then he jumped into the air, pulling his body into a waning moon, full of the beauty of strength and balance, but Cincinnati did not have the time and mood to appreciate this Great.

Since the opponent's sword had fallen over his head, Cincinnati retreated half a step in accordance with past fighting habits, and then blocked the trident in front of him.

Then, he saw the opponent's dagger cut off his trident, and finally stayed in front of his forehead.

After a while, Zhang Heng put away his sword and ignored the stunned referee, he turned and walked towards the lounge.

And after a moment's silence, the stands burst into the craziest cheers since the show began, no matter which gladiator champion they were before, at least at this moment they were given by the Oriental and his brash sword Conquered.

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