48 Hours a Day Chapter 743
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“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 .
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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 assumed 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 .
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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 swordsmanship 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 harass 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 attitude 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!”
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