Ancient Rome: Beginning With The Legionnaire

I saw a giant man beating the gong.

Accompanied by the bang of the gong, it heralds the beginning of the gladiatorial competition.

At the same time, it also means that this life-and-death duel will not end until one of them falls down.

"Brian! I hope you can get ten talents of gold later!"

Cassirom was still looking and attacking Brian.

Scarlett, the red earl beside Brian, looked at the hilt of the Roman dagger that Brian couldn't help holding in his left hand.

She was sure that if it was an ordinary person, Brian would have swung his sword long ago.

Cassirom, the son of Sulla, a dignitary of this kind of republic.

Even Brian couldn't kill him at will.

"Master Cassirom! For a legion commander, 10 talents is nothing? I just don't know, can't you take it out later?"

Brian retorted.

22 He was almost certain.

Cassirom would definitely not be able to produce so much gold.

40,000 gold coins.

That's too much for a dude.

"Then let's wait and see!"

The two gladiators had already collided in the arena.

I saw the gladiator holding the spear, relying on his youth and strength, directly stabbed the one holding the sharp sword.

But his movements felt rather awkward in Brian's eyes.

Influenced by the ancient Roman war culture, the guns in their hands only have two simple actions of stabbing and throwing.

Of course, don't think about watching simple actions, which are often enough to be fatal.

And the gladiator holding the sharp sword turned sideways, avoiding the blow very dangerously.

Although the speed is not fast, but the past, the combat experience is very rich.

In this scene, almost all the audience stood up.

They shouted and roared, cheering for the two gladiators.

But at this moment, the gladiator with the spear flipped his hands, tore off the fishing net on his body, and threw it on the opponent.

The gladiator holding the sword was instantly covered by the fishing net.

"I know the gladiator with the spear! He is only 34 years old, young and strong! The gladiator you bet on is already 42 years old."

"Did you know? There's an 8-year age gap between them!"

Cassirom also took the opportunity to poke fun at Brian.

Brian ignored the playboy.

But at this moment.

The gladiator with the spear rushed towards the gladiator with the sword.

Now that the opponent is trapped, the victory is almost certain.

brush!

The sword-wielding gladiator unexpectedly threw the long sword in his hand at a critical moment.

Pooh!

Just hit the opponent's chest.

Desperate anti-kill.

Crash!

The whole scene was almost boiling.

Brian, on the other hand, looked complacently at Cassiromu who was beside him with a complicated complexion.

The so-called titled warrior

He is the most powerful warrior in this tribe.

His combat experience is far beyond what other people can compare.

Brian has fought against many titled warriors, and he knows that they are far stronger than others.

Even if the strength and speed are inferior to the opponent, but relying on his extraordinary experience, he can easily kill the opponent.

This is the power of the titled warrior.

"This is impossible!"

Master Cassirom collapsed in an instant.

He really can't come up with ten talents of gold, more importantly, if his father Sulla.

Knowing that he gambled with ten talents of gold would definitely kill him.

"Nothing is impossible! This is called Jedi counter-kill!"

Brian stood up and patted Cassirom on the shoulder.

"Master Kasirom, remember to send the money to my house!"

On the other hand, Crassus looked at the two of them lost in thought.

As the master of the two gladiators, he still has some understanding of their strength.

According to his previous prediction, Brian will undoubtedly lose.

But now Brian actually won.

If Brian hadn't seen that the opponent was a titled warrior, he would never have pressed him.

"No, I want to fight you! Bet 10 talents of gold!"

At the moment Cassirom looks like a gambler who has lost his panties.

"You still want to fight me?"

Brian763 smiled lightly and clicked on the opponent's attribute panel.

Name: Cassirom

Age: 24 years old

Occupation: Corrupt noble

Strength: 69

Physique: 67

Speed: 75

The three-dimensional attribute of Cassirom is only as high as that of ordinary Roman soldiers.

It's just faster.

"I reject?"

Brian shook his head directly.

It wasn't that he was worried about killing the opponent with a single punch. The opponent's strength was too weak, so there was absolutely no need to fight him.

More importantly, Brian thinks that the other party has no money at all.

It's okay to get two or three talents, but it's impossible for him to take out 20 talents.

"Until you pay off your gambling debts, I won't duel with you, because you're too bad!"

Brian whispered in the other's ear.

Then he left the arena wearing the red earl.

"Brian! Remember that there is no end to today's business!"

Cassirom looked at Brian's leaving back with red eyes. .