Chapter 743: Total Victory
“Unshackle them,” growled the head of the gladiator school.
“Are you sure?” The slave trader hesitated, “They are not ordinary people, and they are not going to stay put. Don’t you need to call for more people first?”
“If my people here can’t deal with them, I’d better close my school,” said the school’s head casually.
After hearing this, the slave trader finally stopped hesitating and opened the prison wagon’s wooden door.
The Germanic prisoners of war stepped down from the wagon one by one. The burly man among them squinted and glared at the head of the school. After that, he started to stretch his wrists and ankles.
The slave trader quickly looked at the head of the school on the other side.
The latter hurried them on impatiently. “Hurry up! Don’t linger.”
The slave trader then took out the key on his body and unlocked the chains on the Germanic people. He deliberately set free the burliest Germanic man last. Unfortunately, an accident happened when he approached him to open his chain. In the next second, the muscular Germanic man grabbed his neck and lifted him from the ground with only one hand.
The slave trader struggled desperately, kicking the Germanic, and attempted to use his hands to break free from the burly man’s grip. To the burly man, the slave trader was nothing but a sack of soft and flabby meat.
His face then started to turn red, and he could feel the oxygen depleting from his body little by little.
But neither the two trainers nor the six gladiators tried to help him.
Just when the slave trader’s vision became increasingly blurred, and he thought that this was where he would die, the burly Germanic let go of him suddenly.
The slave trader fell on the ground with a thud. When his toes first touched the ground, his legs went soft, and he knelt in front of the burly Germanic.
The person in charge of the Gladiator School snorted coldly, “It seems you are not that stupid after all.”
“Is that right? I think what he said does make sense,” the burly Germanic proudly proclaimed. “You should have prepared more manpower to deal with Bach.”
“What’s worse than barbarism is stupidity. Your name is Bach?” the head of the school asked coldly. “Give this stupid Bach a training sword. Let’s see how good he is.” He said to Bach, “You better make sure that you live up to your words. Prove to me that you are worthy of that seven thousand sestertii. Habitus, play with him.”
The gladiator named Habitus smiled when he heard the order. He then walked out of the crowd, picked up a training wooden sword, and tossed it in front of the Germanic, exhorting at the same time, “Remember to beg for mercy if you feel pain. I will try to be gentle.”
Habitus did not continue arguing with Germanic. He drew out his training sword, put it in his hand, and stared at it.
“The one standing in front of you is the Gaul Habitus, from the Victor Arena…”
Before he could finish his self-introduction, Bach, on the opposite side, had already drawn his sword and was charging at Habitus.
If someone a.s.sumed that these Germanics were as stupid and straightforward as they seemed on the surface, then they would be wrong. In fact, these Germanics were savage and cunning. Bach noticed that Habitus had let down his guard when he introduced himself. So, he charged at him without any hesitation.
He moved as swiftly and vigorously as a leopard. With one large stride, he arrived in front of Habitus.
Immediately, he swung his wooden sword and created a gust of wind.
Habitus, however, did not panic when he saw that Bach was about to attack him with the wooden sword. He did not put up any defense. With one single spin, he managed to dodge Bach’s sneak attack. After that, he gently hooked Bach’s left leg with the tip of his feet. Due to the inertia generated when Bach ran towards Habitus, he did not stop in time. It caused him to lose his balance, and he fell to the ground.
“You Germanic are always screaming and shouting fiercely. But I think your body is quite honest. I appreciate that you kneeled when we met the first time,” Habitus chuckled.
This time it was the gladiator’s turn to burst into a roar of laughter.
“Poor fellow, if this happened in the arena, Habitus could have just stabbed this Germanic in his back with his sword.”
“So these Germanics look strong, but they have weak combat skills.”
The gladiators’ insults served as flames, boiling the blood in Bach’s heart.
“One more time!” The burly Germanic was dissatisfied with the outcome. So, he stood up and positioned himself to fight with Habitus again.
This time he appeared to be a lot more cautious. He knew that the gladiator in front of him was not easy to deal with.
And his opponent, Habitus, was still smiling indifferently.
After that, Bach struck first. The burly Germanic finally got to display all of his skills this time. Although his swordsmans.h.i.+p was not as good, he was aggressive and ruthless. He could maximize his strength to his advantage. Usually, before the fight could even begin, an ordinary opponent would be so terrified of him that they could only utilize half of their strength to fight with the Germanic.
Habitus was not bothered by Bach, however. He just kept on focusing on dodging his attacks. In the meantime, he employed small tricks to hara.s.s his opponent. And it only made Bach even angrier. He kept roaring, but there was nothing he could do about his opponent.
Bach felt like a lion performing in a circus at that moment. He was loud, but all of his moves were nothing but a laughing stock to others.
After a while, he shouted, “Let’s fight him together!”
The remaining Germanic people glanced at each other, but they did not make any moves. On the other side, the person in charge of the school spoke, “Give them the training sword.”
Six gladiators versus six Germanic prisoners of war—It was a fair fight. The two trainers started advising their gladiators, guiding them and hoping to give them a slight advantage in the battle. This move had thoroughly angered the Germanics.
However, after watching Bach’s fight, the other five Germanics did not dare to underestimate their enemies, knowing that they needed to pay full attention to their moves. However, even with the correct att.i.tude and maximum strength, they still could not overpower the gladiators. In the end, the gladiators won the battle, and all six Germanics, Bach included, were beaten to the ground.
At this time, the person in charge of the school said again, “It’s a good thing to have confidence, but don’t boast about your strength if you can’t defeat my gladiators. Killing a few men does not make you a fighting expert. These gladiators have experienced more cruel battles than all of you here. They are the real man. Compared with them, you Germanic are but a speck of dust!”