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Chapter 744: Arena’s Master

“It seems the Germanic are not that great after all . ”

After watching the fight between the gladiators and Germanics, Varo changed his impressions of them .

On the other hand, Zhang Heng had different opinions . “I don’t quite agree with that . ”

“Hmm?”

“In terms of strength, the gladiators indeed have the edge but don’t forget that the Germanic had been dragged here in the prison wagon from a distant land . They are not in the best physical and mental state . I think they used only forty or fifty percent of their strength just now . I think the gladiators that were asked to fight them were meant to put fear in them . Although the school stationed only six gladiators, they were not bothered by the Germanic fighters . I’m pretty sure that these are not the best gladiators in this school . However, they are definitely above average . In other words, these Germanic have been tricked by the school . After the humiliating defeat, they will learn to respect the school more, and at the same time, train harder to redeem themselves from what happened today . ”

After Zhang Heng finished speaking, he found Varo staring at him blankly .

“What?”

Varo hesitated and said with sympathy, “In your Han Empire, the political struggle between the nobles must be cruel . Otherwise, how did you managed to come up with all this information from just a single fight? You sound like a wise and respectable old man . ”

“…”

They did get to stand aside and watch the fight for too long . With the arrival of the Germanic, the new batch of slaves purchased by the school had arrived . Hence, the person in charge of the school summoned everyone to the training field .

There were about forty or fifty people in total . In addition to the six Germanic men, Gaul, Parthian, Sami, and Zhang Heng, a Han from the far east . Some were prisoners of war, some were slaves, and some were civilians who volunteered to become gladiators . Among them were forgotten Roman nobles too . As he looked at them, Zhang Heng felt as though he was at a small international exchange meeting .

Everyone stood together and whispered to each other, each wearing different expressions on their faces .

Zhang Heng noticed a touch of excitement on Varo’s face . Today was the day where the group of backup gladiators started attending this school . Usually, the owner of the school would show up to check on his new students .

The moment he showed up, Varo would try his best to convince the owner that he was good at doing business . If everything went well, he would not need to stay here anymore . He could walk on the streets again and breathe in the free air . Though there was a certain limit to his freedom, it was still better than becoming a gladiator and fight till his death in the arena . Being a gladiator was also better than being sent to the countryside to toil in the fields and work the mines .

Varo took a look at Zhang Heng beside him . Instead of fear or anxiety, the latter’s face showed interest, as if he was a tourist visiting a faraway land . Varo secretly admired Zhang Heng from the Great Han Empire, that he could be so optimistic .

Finally, when everyone had gotten a little impatient under the scorching sun, the school’s owner finally appeared on the stage . It was a middle-aged Roman who looked rich . He was wearing a short-sleeved long gown that could be spotted easily on the streets and a blanket-like cloak draped over his shoulders . The scarf had a different length on each side, where the left part was pinned under his arm . He waved it around his chest and neck, then tucked it into his waist . In one hand, he dragged a piece of fabric, and the other was empty . The emerald ring on his finger was very conspicuous .

Zhang Heng knew that not everyone could wear like this on the street . The slaves, foreigners, and even liberated slaves were only allowed to wear long-sleeved clothes but not the cloak .

Beside the middle-aged Roman, two young female slaves with good figures followed him from behind . One carefully supported him, while the other held a piece of cloth above him to block out the sunlight . The three then appeared on the building’s second-floor balcony right in front of the field .

The trainer lashed the whip in his hand, and everyone on the training ground stopped talking . Then the head of the school bowed slightly to the middle-aged Roman . “Everyone is here, master . ”

“Let’s start then . ” Clearly, this wasn’t the middle-aged Roman’s first rodeo . He nodded and sat on a chair in the middle of the balcony, like an emperor seated on a throne, overlooking everyone beneath him .

He was called Mark Reuss, and he ran the second-largest gladiator school in Rome, with more than four-hundred gladiators under his wing . The theater next to the arena, the three gladiator training grounds, and the restroom were his assets .

In a sense, he was indeed like an emperor here .

He then waved his hand at the school’s head, who instantly shouted at the gladiators in front of him .

“Take off your clothes!”

Everyone looked at each other until the trainer raised his whip again, and they quickly began to undress, revealing their muscular bodies . Initially, Varo thought that those unruly Germanics would be trouble, but to his surprise, they simply hesitated for a while before falling in line and taking off their clothes as well .

At this point, Varo was impressed by Zhang Heng’s earlier speculation .

Everyone had soon taken off their shirts, but the trainers still seemed dissatisfied . So, the gladiators had to continue undressing until only loincloths were left on their bodies . Then, Mark Reuss finally expressed his satisfaction .

He stood up, looked at each of them, and muttered, “Very good . This time, the greedy slave trader finally found me some good slaves . ”

The person in charge of the school added, “These guys should be able to make up for the manpower we lost . ”

“But they didnt come cheap,” the middle-aged Roman’s eyes flickered . “Where is the Germanic who cost me seven thousand sestertii?”

The trainer then signaled Bach to come forward, and he reluctantly walked out of the crowd .

“Come closer and let me have a better look,” commanded Mark Reuss .

Bach could only take two more steps forward and came downstairs .

“Hmm, do you think he can be compared to Sethnets?” asked Mark Reuss to the head of the school .

“This… might be quite a challenge . ”

Sethnets was the three-time champion of the Victor Arena . He was completely unbeatable . When he first came to the school, they had to send four of their most skillful gladiators to defeat him . Although Mark Reuss was probably unhappy after listening to what he had to say, the person in charge of the school decided to tell the truth after some thought . Otherwise, if Bach’s future growth failed to meet his expectations, the head and the trainer would suffer his wrath .

“Although Bach’s potential is not bad, he still not good enough to compare with Sethnets . There is a big gap between them . ”

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