v3 Chapter 105： Victory (1/2)

”Unlock them.” The school's responsible person said.

”Are you sure?” The slave trader hesitated. ”They are not ordinary people, and they are not honest at all, do you need to call for more staff?”

“If they ca n’t even clean up, then we do n’t have to open any school, it ’s better to close the door as soon as possible.” The person in charge of the school said lightly,

After hearing the words, the slave trader finally no longer hesitated and opened the wooden door of the prison car.

日 The German prisoners of war came down from the car in turn. The man with the heaviest figure narrowed his eyes and looked at the head of the school. After that, nobody moved his wrists or ankles.

The puppet slaver turned his attention to the head of the school on the other side.

The latter said, ”Hurry up, don't fret.”

So the slave trader found the key on his body and opened the chains on the Germans. He deliberately left the heaviest man at the end, but there was still an accident. When he walked over and opened the other's yoke, the next The second immediately grabbed his neck and lifted him from the ground with just one hand.

The slave trader was struggling desperately, kicking his legs indiscriminately, and reaching out in vain to break the Germanic hands, but his counterattack seemed soft and weak in the eyes of the opponent.

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

Neither the two trainers nor the six gladiators reacted.

When the consciousness of slave traffickers became more and more vague, thinking that he was about to die here, the burly Germanic man suddenly let go of his hand.

The puppet slaver's body fell back to the ground. His toes touched the ground first, but immediately after the calf was softened, he fell to his knees in front of the burly Germanic man.

The head of the Gladiator's School snorted coldly, ”It seems you are not stupid yet.”

”Really, I think he makes sense,” the burly Germanic proudly said, ”you should prepare more staff for Bach.”

”What's worse than barbarism is stupidity. Your name is Bach?” The head of the school said coldly. ”Give this stupid man named Bach a training sword. Let us see how much he weighs.” To Bach again, ”You better have your mouth half powerful and prove that you are worthy of the seven thousand Setes, Habitus, play with him.”

The gladiator named Habitus smiled slightly and walked out of the crowd. He threw a wooden sword for training at the feet of the Germans, and at the same time urged, ”Please wait for mercy if you feel pain. , I will try to be as gentle as possible. ”

”I'm the opposite of you. I prefer to beep [Beep] to get out of bed in a more rude way.” Bach's rude words provoked the Germans to laugh again.

Habitus did not choose to continue fighting with the Germans, took out his training sword, and weighed it twice. ”Hallitus of Gaul, Victor Arena, standing in front of you ... ”

In the end, his self-introduction was not finished, and the opposite Bach had already sent his sword.

If anyone really thought that these Germanic people were as stupid and straight as they looked, it would be a big mistake. In fact, these guys are quite a bit cunning, and Bach noticed that Habitus looked when he introduced himself. A little slack, he shot without hesitation.

His movements are fast and his body is as strong as a leopard. A big step came to Habitus.

The wooden sword in his hand's hand waved, bringing a blast.