I Became a Gladiator in the World of Gender Reversal

47 – Criminal-4

Gradually, I got used to the loud shouts and pouring gazes. No longer, the sound could not disturb my concentration.

This is the first fight against an ordinary gladiator. Only when the first button is properly inserted can you win the sword fight in the future.

It wasn’t just winning or losing that mattered. When fighting Secutor in real combat, it was necessary to build up clear data on what kind of fight would take place.

Not only that. In order to gain an edge in psychological warfare, it was also important not to expose my weaknesses.

If I do not suffer from weak attacks, the gladiators who watch this match and try to deal with me will not be able to attack me with such light attacks.

The appearance of Jerry standing in front of me was that of a very ordinary gladiator.

It’s a bit outrageous to dress up, but halfway attacks will be easily blocked with that shield.

“After…”

The fight has begun. Me and Jerry glared at each other fiercely.

Her immediate goal is victory, but my ultimate goal is not her.

Dana is also Secutor. There are fans and gladiators who will frown on her if she posits her in one word: ‘the mightiest in this Colosseum,’ but she’s at least a lot stronger than her Jerry.

If she can’t defeat her, her sword, Dana, can’t even brush her body.

“Go!”

“Come and see!”

Instead of withdrawing her foot, she took a step toward me.

It was different from Marie and Florence. Being in a position to fight with similarly sized longswords, simply opening up the distance didn’t mean she could benefit from her.

If it weren’t for the armor clinging to my body, it would have been a similar condition.

“Haap!”

I wanted a composition where swords collide with swords. Because I thought that if it was strength versus strength, I wouldn’t lose to anyone.

However, she received my attack with her shield too lightly.

It was a mistake. I was so excited about the fact that she came within my gap.

I don’t know if it’s Dalian. All the gladiators I had fought in real combat were classes with a longer range than me.

There was no chance to attack. If there was a chance to land an effective hit, even for a moment, he had to swing his sword without hesitation.

However, she is different.

It seems that I still have the upper hand in physical strength, but even so, I was holding the shield.

It is not that I forcibly block my sword with a rapier and pitchfork handle. It seemed that she received a certain amount of shock, but she recovered faster than I who swung the sword.

Of course, her next attack was faster than my movement.

“Kuk!”

It was an angle that could not be blocked with a shield. I had to allow effective hits without getting stuck.

Being pushed back in shock, I backed away slightly and opened the distance again. I needed time to think.

Fortunately, she didn’t have the skills to stab the gap in my armor with that longsword. However, the shock was not small.

Wearing armor did not make me invincible. If they were attacked a few more times like this, there was no guarantee of victory.

“Take it!”

While I was thinking about it, she aggressively ran into it.

It wasn’t perfect footwork like Danana Florence showed, but it was an advance that was not enough to cut my body right away.

“Ugh…”

It didn’t seem like it could be avoided. I also raised my shield to block it.

Before the shock was over, I reflexively swung my sword, but my sword was blocked by her shield right in front of me.

“Clumsy!”

His posture was disturbed. Jerry did not miss that moment.

“Haaa!”

He couldn’t even retrieve his shield, and his right hand holding his sword was unsightly.

Jerry’s sword stuck in my waist. It wasn’t fatal, but it was enough to cause her body to recoil.

After catching her breath lightly, she powerfully struck my leg.

“Kuk!”

It wasn’t an attack aimed at creating a wound by targeting a gap in her armor. It is an attack intended to shock me and break me down.

She desperately swung her sword. Even if it hurt a little, I had to respond to her attack now.

“Quit!”

She hurriedly raised her shield to block my attack. However, my retreat was faster than Jerry’s next attack.

After adjusting my stance, I realized that this fight would not be easy.

“After…”

Jerry’s eyes were really strong.

After glaring at each other for a while, we rushed at each other without saying who was first.

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Time passed. The fight between me and Jerry was the most sticky and fierce one I’ve ever experienced.

Most of them were close combat. There was no one-sided victory.

In order for Jerry to cut me, I needed a basis for cutting my sword with a shield in a neat posture or coming in from a perfect angle.

Me too. My strength was stronger than hers, but that didn’t mean she could gain the upper hand just by pushing her sword in moderation.

Anticipate what she’ll block with her shield and put her weight on her to slash her sword, or else she’ll have to grit her teeth and swing her sword around her shield.

Even if each other had a chance, the fight did not end at once.

I hurt her and she hurt me, but we both managed to avoid falling.

After inflicting a small wound once, the counterattack of the opponent immediately followed.

“Whoa…”

The sandy floor is soaked with blood from her and me.

Jerry seemed as tired as I was. Still, she stood. Despite the blood flowing out from between the countless wounds, even though the sweat mixed with the blood and dripping to the ground, he didn’t care.

I could tell. Jerry is an ordinary gladiator.

It’s ridiculously strong, usually strong.

Let’s say there is an ordinary pro gamer.

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A professional gamer who ended his life as a gamer without winning a championship cup, traveling abroad to find a team, and eventually entering the first team several times.

Most people won’t even remember him. From an objective point of view, he would not be considered a hugely successful life.

However, it would be really difficult for ordinary people to try to beat him through a game.

Let’s say there is an ordinary office worker. He graduated from a university that was difficult to say either good or bad, desperately searched for a job, and became an ordinary office worker who entered a typical small and medium-sized business.

His life may not be so great, but his life and efforts are not insignificant.

Even if it’s not a great job in Earth, it doesn’t mean it’s light. No matter who you choose and train in this world, he will not be able to show the same efficiency as that ordinary office worker.

You will have to learn how to use a computer, basic calculations and common sense from scratch.

“Aww…”

With Jerry in front of me, as a stranger in the Colosseum, I was learning through her wounds how amazing her ‘ordinaryness’ was.

She is really a normal person. It does not show overwhelming ability and talent like Dana, nor is it someone who has already made a name for himself in a field other than sword fighting like Florence.

Even such a person lives in a different world from me. According to a quick question of Dana, she said that she originally acted as an adventurer with her friends and then walked the path of a gladiator.

It is a natural and natural era for women who have not yet reached adulthood to carry a sword. Among them, he was the one who chose to be a gladiator because he wanted to be a gladiator.

Jerry was an ordinary gladiator in this world. And her wall of ‘her mediocrity’ was too high.

Power is not that strong. I don’t know if it’s a nutritional problem or a physique problem due to the difference between men and women, but my physique as a man was never small.

The power that Jerry possesses is just enough to barely withstand my attacks. A little bit of strength that can only be obtained through training and hard work, with the time limit of youth.

His skills aren’t that great either. Compared to Florence and Dana, who are true geniuses, her sword had many loopholes and did not show any sparkling creativity.

However, even that loophole is an acceptable loophole. It’s a tiny amount of loophole that I can’t even counterattack at my level.

“Whoa…”

Far away. She was bleeding, and she might collapse one day. With desperate determination, it didn’t seem like they were thinking of me as their parents’ enemy and trying to fight.

However, even the determination of an ordinary gladiator seemed too huge to me.

His calm eyes filled with jealousy pressed me as if he was saying, ‘Since he hasn’t collapsed yet, isn’t it natural to fight?’

The fact that it was an ordinary gladiator’s wall created by combining that ordinary strength, skill, and resolution was too high for me.

“Let’s go ahead.”

From the beginning, I was a stranger.

I got angry when I saw Florence, who didn’t have the posture of a gladiator better than me, but when even I stood in front of a ‘real gladiator’, I would have been just a novice, a child imitating a gladiator.

I had no intention of running away.

I could feel it. How much time and effort Jerry put into this fight, no, all the fights he did as a gladiator.

How much of a difference the sword she handles as if she breathes, the training she does every day, piled up and piled up to make a difference to an ordinary person like me.

Yes, I had no intention of admitting it.

I gripped my sword tighter.

“Because I will win…”

Her head got used to the pain of tearing her muscles. The blood flowing from my body was now wet and disgusting rather than terrifying.

In order to go beyond Jerry’s ordinary time, a superhuman level of patience was required.

Once again, I swung my sword.