Chapter 744

"Open their chains." The school is responsible for humanity.

"Are you sure?" The slaver hesitated. "They're not ordinary people, and they're not honest at all. Don't they have to call more people?"

"If we can't even clean them up, we don't have to open any schools. We'd better close them as soon as possible." The person in charge of the school said faintly,

after hearing the words, the slaver finally did not hesitate and opened the wooden door of the prison car.

The Germanic prisoners of war stepped down from the car one by one. The burliest man squinted at the head of the school, then moved his wrists and ankles as if no one else.

The slavers turned to the school manager on the other side.

The latter said, "hurry up, don't dawdle."

So the slaver took out the key and opened the chains of the Germanic people. He left the heaviest man in the end, but there was an accident. When he went to open the shackles of the other party, the other party immediately grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up from the ground with only one hand.

The slaver struggled desperately, kicking his legs and reaching out in vain to break the Germanic hand, but his counterattack seemed soft and powerless in the eyes of the other side.

His face was red and he could feel the oxygen disappearing from his body.

But neither the two trainers nor the six gladiators responded.

Just as the slaver's consciousness became more and more blurred and he thought he was going to die here, the burly Germanic man suddenly let go of his hand.

The slaver's body fell back to the ground. His toes touched the ground first, but then his legs softened and he fell on his knees in front of the big Germanic.

The head of Gladiator school snorted coldly, "it seems that you are not stupid enough."

"Well, I think he has a point," the big Germanic said proudly. "You should have more hands for Bach."

"Worse than barbarism is stupidity. Your name is Bach? " The head of the school said coldly, "give this fool Bach a training sword. Let's see how much weight he has." Then he said to Bach, "you'd better be half as good as your mouth, and prove that you are worthy of the seven thousand sestus, habitus, and play with him."

The Gladiator named habitus smiles and walks out of the crowd. He throws a wooden sword for training at the feet of the Germanic people and tells them, "wait a minute. If you feel pain, please remember to ask for mercy. I'll try to be gentle."

"I'm the opposite of you. I prefer to beep people out of bed in a more rude way." Bach's rude words made the Germanic people laugh again.

Habitus did not choose to fight with the Germanic. He took out his training sword and weighed it in his hand. "Habitus the Gaul is standing in front of you, from the victor arena..."

As a result, before he finished his self introduction, Bach on the opposite side had already made a sword.

If anyone really thinks that these Germanic people are as stupid and straightforward as they seem, it's a big mistake. In fact, these guys are a bit of barbarian cunning. Bach noticed that habitus was a little lax when he introduced himself, so he didn't hesitate to do it.

He was quick and strong as a leopard, and came to Habitus with a big step.

The wooden sword in his hand was waving, bringing a gust of wind.

However, habitus on the other side was not flustered. He didn't have any defense before, but he easily avoided Bach's sneak attack by turning his body. Later, he gently hooked Bach's left leg with his toes. The latter didn't finish well, and with the power of forward, he was suddenly caught by the hook. The strong Germanic lost his balance and fell to the ground, I almost didn't get a mouthful of sand.

"You Germanic people are very noisy, but you are very honest. It's very polite to get down on your knees as soon as you meet." Hobbitus laughed.

This time it's the Gladiator's turn to burst out laughing.

"Poor fellow, if he was in the arena, habitus had already stabbed the big fool in the back of his heart just now."

"So these Germanic people are just a facade."

The words the gladiators disdained obviously aroused the blood in Bach's heart.

"Come again!" The Germanic people looked very unwilling, yelled and put on a good posture.

This time, he seems to be a lot more cautious. Obviously, he already knows that this little Gladiator is not easy to deal with, and his opponent habitus is still smiling.

After that, Bach launched the attack first, and the Germanic people finally showed their whole body skills. Although his sword technique has no rules, it is fierce and ruthless, which can give full play to his strength advantage. Moreover, most people will be timid before fighting against his terrible momentum, and their strength can only be half played.However, habitus was not among them. He dodged left and right, trying to avoid the frontal attack of the Germanic people, and then did not stop using some little tricks to harass his opponents.

As a result, Bach became more and more angry, and even roared, but he couldn't help the disgusting guy in front of him.

Bach felt like a lion performing in a circus, with empty claws, but his every move became a laughing stock.

Finally, he could not help roaring, "let's do it together!"

The rest of the Germanic people looked at each other, but they didn't make any moves. The head of the other school said, "give them the training sword."

Six gladiators and six Germanic prisoners of war, just one on one, one no more, one no less.

The two trainers even gave directions to help the gladiators improve their fighting skills, which completely angered the Germanic people.

However, with Bach's warning, the other five Germanic people did not dare to belittle the enemy any more and began to fight with a spirit of 12 points. However, some things could not be solved with a correct attitude. Although these Germanic prisoners of war had made great efforts, the result of the war was still overwhelming.

The Gladiator side won, including Bach's six Germanic people were all neatly beat on the ground.

At this time, the head of the school said, "confidence is a good thing, but only at this level, don't talk big all day long. Don't think you've killed several people, even if you have a little success. The gladiators in front of you have experienced much more cruel battles than you. This is the real man. Compared with them, you don't even fart Not really

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