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There are many meaningless moves in gladiatorial combat, the essence is to put water on the opponent, one is to let the opponent have reaction time to take the move, and the other is to reduce the damage caused by this move to the opponent as much as possible.

In the final analysis, this is just an exhibition match after all, everyone is here to earn ticket money, there is no need to really kill each other.

In a sense, this is indeed an area of ​​martial arts that Dubin has never dabbled in.

"I understand!"

At this moment, Dubin realized something in his heart.

To release water for the other party as much as possible, this is the knowledge he has just learned.

So in the gladiatorial fight just now, he has been fighting very... It can't even be called a fight, he just stood in the crowd and pretended.When encountering the opponent, he also hit a few times indiscriminately, and the move went straight to the opponent's shield-of course, it is impossible to knock down the opponent with this abstract style of play, so he was thrown out as a matter of course.

The moment he landed on the ground, he lay down and pretended to be dead. Of course, before that, he would first find a comfortable lying position, which was his last insistence as an extra performer.

However, when he found out that the gladiators were about to die, Dubin, who had been pretending to be dead with his eyes closed, couldn't hold back after all.

"Didn't you say you wanted to act?"

Seeing that several gladiators on his side were stabbed to death in a short while, and even the thick old Luo was going to be cut to pieces, Du Bin finally stood up.

"Why don't you act anymore?"

However, his opponent didn't seem to understand what he meant. The two-meter-tall man's eyes were reddened at the moment, and he looked like a villain with a ferocious face. It was quite puzzling, he didn't quite understand how a person with a sword on his neck could come up with such a sentence.

However, it was the first time for Dubin to fight against an opponent who was taller than himself.

Although the opponent is only two meters tall, and those fighters with shields and swords are only 1.9 meters tall, but for Du Bin, who is only 1.8 meters right now, he can be regarded as a tall opponent.

So since the other party is serious, how can he not be serious?

"Come!"

Considering that using a weapon might be a little bullying, Dubin threw away the weapon and even took off the little armor on his body—and after forcing the duel to be relatively fair, Dubin began to use his strength.

Of course, this is a gladiatorial arena after all, not a duel arena, so he didn't beat too cruelly during the beating—it only needs to cripple the hands and feet, and the person who breaks the limbs can no longer swing the sword. Of course, if If the treatment is not timely, it is likely to be permanently disabled, or even worse than death, but at least they saved their lives, right?

"Hey……"

After abolishing five sword and shield fighters in a row, Dubin couldn't help shaking his head and sighing.

Perhaps it was because the bottleneck that stuck him was finally broken through. He always felt that he was becoming more and more kind. Before that, these five people were definitely dismembered now. How could it be like this now? Not even blood flowed.

"If your skills are just like this, then you don't even have the qualifications to make me happy..."

Seeing that the only giant man in front of him was already trembling with fear, after thinking for a while, Dubin still used a show-like method to find the giant man named Brinos. step down.

"Go down, change the batch, and let someone who can fight better come up."

As soon as the words came out, Dubin began to shake his head.

Too kind, really too kind, facing a strong opponent with a height of two meters, he didn't even have the thought of breaking his hands and feet... Of course, a large part of the reason for this is also because of the huge gap in skills between the two sides , There is absolutely no need to fight seriously, but at least in terms of behavior, this is indeed a rare kindness.

In a sense, this is the first time he has used the method of dissuading his opponent.

However, the effect is extremely poor!

"Are you humiliating me! Humiliate the giant Brinos?"

At this moment, facing the enemy's persuasive declaration, Brinos was outraged.

"I won't back down! Come on! Go on! I'm going to fight you one-on-one!"

"...Are you sure it's a duel, not a gladiatorial fight?"

Dubin couldn't help scratching his head for a while.

"Is this necessary? Didn't you die once just now?"

"Indeed, you are right."

Contrary to Dubin's expectations, Brinos nodded.

Then, he stabbed himself in the shoulder with a sword.

"Just now you gave up the sword, I will give it back to you now."

"..."

At this moment, not only Dubin was stunned, but even the audience in the stands were stunned. They never thought that Brinos would make such a move.

For a moment, these audiences failed to understand what Brinos wanted to express.

But when the bright red blood flowed down, they were excited immediately.

"Duel! Duel!"

Yes, does it matter what you mean?It doesn't matter at all!All they knew was blood was coming out!Soldiers and warriors have met their eyes!They will try their best to fight each other, and only one of them can survive!

How sacred and exciting it is!

"Duel! Duel! Duel!"

The audience shouted, they slapped the fence in the stands, and even slapped their own thighs.The noisy voices surged like a tide, and soon gradually began to become uniform.

"Duel! Duel! Duel!"

"Alright..."

Amid the thunderous applause, Dubin finally nodded.

But he was not because of the cheers of the audience in the stands, but because of the wound on the giant man's shoulder.

He would rather suffer a knife than make the duel fair, but the giant man in front of him was surprisingly bloody.If it is said that before, the giant man's skill that could not even avoid his sword was not worth his hands, then now, even for this bloodiness, he has to give the other party a reasonable duel .

"Okay... what kind of weapon are you good at?"

"Sword and shield."

Brinos spoke subconsciously.

Strictly speaking, this kind of response is not a rational behavior, he should have uttered harsh words - but at the moment when his eyes met, he suddenly felt a kind of inexplicable peace, so that those who once he dared not What he did and what he couldn't say, at this moment, he could say it casually.

It was obviously a bloody life-and-death fight, but at this moment, Brinos always felt as if he was having a drink with an old friend he had never met.

"Actually, I've already lost."

At this moment, Brinos clearly realized this.

Before the battle, he had already been swallowed by the opponent's aura, and even his mind was taken away by it—and this also meant that the gap between the two sides was comparable to the difference between heaven and earth, and he might not even be able to make a move. If you can't, you will be killed instantly.

Escaping was the best choice, his body was already trying to escape.

Especially when he saw that seemingly ordinary man picking up the sword and shield on the ground.

Obviously, whether it is the man or the pair of swords and shields, they all look so ordinary, but the sense of oppression brought about by the combination of the three even made Brinos's blood almost coagulate—originally Brinos, who was two meters tall, was already quite tall among gladiators. He had always looked down on his opponents when fighting.

But at this moment, he had to raise his head, looking up at the figure that was only about 1.8 meters high.

His opponent...is he actually this tall?

Big, it's really too big, at this moment Brinos even felt like he was facing a mountain!

"what……"

Breathing became short of breath, and sweat had already wet Brinos's back.

But Brinos still gritted his teeth and persisted, not taking half a step back.

That's right, you only need to retreat to live, just like he became a slave back then, just like his glorious martial arts can be reduced to a performance in the arena... just give up your dignity, just break the bottom line, Not only could he survive, he could even live well.

And relying on this, he even got rid of his status as a slave and regained his freedom, and the price was only to be a man's favorite for a noble lady—of course, that lady would arrange a decent job for him, Then keep him by his side in the name of love, but Brinos is not a fool, so he can naturally see what kind of thing this is.

All he needs to do is to back off. At this moment, he can even clearly perceive that if he chooses to run away, the opponent in front of him will definitely not pursue him.

But why, he couldn't escape?

Why, even though he was facing death itself, he couldn't even escape?

"what……"

At this moment, Brinos understood everything.

Yes, he finally understood that after he kept choosing to escape, after he kept choosing to break the bottom line, the last bottom line of running away was finally broken by him.

At this moment, he even lost the desire to live.

After all, in order to survive, he has paid too much.

He just wanted to meet his own death with glory, even if it was just for a moment.

"drink!"

Raising his large shield, Brinos stepped forward to meet him first. At this moment, he had already abandoned the skills honed for gladiatorial combat—this is not a gladiatorial fight, but a real duel!He will face his own death with the strongest martial arts!

But what greeted this shield attack was an even more vicious one, the shield attack.

"Boom!"

The shield collided with the shield, and Brinos, who was two meters tall, was knocked back three steps. The huge force even made Brinos think that he was hit by a chariot—— — But Brinos didn't back down, he went forward again, and he wanted to prove himself with the sword in his hand, even though he didn't know what he wanted to prove.

"Zheng-"

The sword blades intersected, and the vigorous force from the hilt immediately shattered Brinos's tiger's mouth.

But Brinos didn't stop there.

This is a battle between men, a head-to-head duel. Both sides have already stood still, and no one will take a step back—use the second sword if the shield is broken, and use your fist if the blade is all broken. , at this moment, what remains on them is only the strongest fighting spirit!

Roman Holiday, Passion in the Arena: Chapter 136, Chapter 120, Chapter [-], The Fist of Kindness ([-] words)

Dou Dou Dou!Fight, fight, fight!

Brinos has never experienced such a fierce battle, even when he was captured as a slave, he never had such a gesture of fighting with all his strength—but at this time, Brinos had no heart to think about it, Right now he doesn't have the mind to think about anything.

Just because his whole body has been fully filled.

That is the pleasure called fighting, the joy of waving your limbs to your heart's content.Once upon a time, he once gave up on it, and even felt that this kind of thing was meaningless-after all, no matter how strong personal force is, it is impossible to stop the rain of javelins. Facing a large army, the so-called martial arts Meaningless.No matter how he could fight, he couldn't turn the tide when the tribe was destroyed by the Romans. He could only watch the Romans attack the tribe under the leadership of the traitors and wantonly destroy everything in front of them.

But at this moment, he was finally freed from the pain.

No need to speak, no need to think, he doesn't even need to use his own brain, he just needs to hit the past, just need to show his destructive power to his heart's content-indeed, this may still be meaningless things, but does the meaning really matter?

The answer is that it doesn't matter at all!

Do you have to think about the meaning of the action?Do you have to arrange some subtle tactics?Do you have to compromise, do you have to live?