Ancient Rome: Start with the legionnaire

I saw a giant man banging the gong.

Accompanied by the loud sound of the gong, it heralded the beginning of the gladiatorial competition.

It also means that this life-and-death duel will not end until one of them falls.

“Brian! Hopefully, you can get ten tarrants of gold later! ”

Cassilom was still attacking Brian.

And Scarlett, the Red Earl next to Brian, looked at Brian’s left hand and couldn’t help but clench the hilt of the Roman short sword at his waist.

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

Casirom, son of Sula, magnate of such a republic.

Even Brian couldn’t have killed him at will.

“Master Cassirom! For a legionnaire, 10 tarrants is nothing? I just don’t know, you can’t take it out when you turn back? ”

Brian said with a sneer.

He was almost certain.

Cassirom definitely can’t take out so much gold.

4 gold coins.

For a playboy, it’s just too much.

“Then let’s wait and see!”

In the gladiatorial arena, the two gladiators have collided together.

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

However, his movements felt quite awkward in Brian’s eyes.

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

Of course, don’t want to watch simple actions, which are often enough to be fatal.

The gladiator with a sharp sword turned sideways and avoided the blow very dangerously.

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

At this scene, almost all the audience stood up.

They shouted and roared, cheering for the two gladiators.

But at this moment, the gladiator with a spear turned his hand, tore off the fishing net on his body, and threw it on the other party.

The gladiator with the sword was instantly covered by a fishing net.

“That gladiator with a spear I know! He is only 34, young and strong! Brian, the gladiator you bet on is 42 years old.”

“You know what? They have an age gap of 8 years! ”

Cassilom took the opportunity to ridicule Brian.

Brian ignored the playboy.

And yet, right then.

The gladiator with a spear in his hand rushed towards him, holding the horn of his sword.

Now the other party is trapped, almost certain.

Brush!

The sword-wielding gladiator actually threw the long sword in his hand.

Poof!

Just hit the opponent’s chest.

Desperate counter-killing.

Crash!

The whole scene was almost boiling.

Brian, on the other hand, looked smugly at Casirom, who looked complicated beside him.

The so-called titled warrior

It is the most powerful warrior of this tribe.

His combat experience is far from comparable to others.

Brian has already fought with many titled warriors, and knows that their strength is far greater, much more powerful than the average angle.

Even if his strength and speed are inferior to the other party, he can easily kill the other party with his superior experience.

This is the power of the Titled Warrior.

“This can’t be!”

Master Cassilom collapsed instantly.

He really couldn’t take ten tarrant’s gold, and more importantly, if his father Sura.

Knowing that he gambled with ten tarrants’ gold would definitely kill him.

“Nothing is impossible! This is called Jedi Counterkill! ”

Brian stood up and patted Cassilome’s shoulder.

“Grand Master Cassilom, remember to send the money to my house!”

Crassus on the side watched the two fall into deep thought.

As the owner of the two gladiators, he still had some understanding of the strength of the two.

According to his previous predictions, Brian would definitely lose.

But now it was Brian who won.

If Brian hadn’t seen that the other party was a titled warrior, he would definitely not have pressed him.

“No, I’m going to duel you! Just bet 10 tarrants of gold! ”

At the moment, Casirom looked like a gambler who had lost his bottoms.

“You still want to duel me?”

Brian chuckled and clicked on the other’s properties panel.

Name: Cassirom

Age: 24 years old

Occupation: Decay aristocracy

Power: 69

Physique: 67

Speed: 75

Cassirom’s three-dimensional attributes only reached the level of ordinary Roman soldiers.

It’s just that the speed is relatively fast.

“I refuse?”

Brian shook his head directly and said.

It’s not that he’s worried about killing the other party with one punch, the opponent’s strength is too poor, and there is no need to duel with him at all.

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

If you can take two or three tarrants, but let him take out 20 tarrants, it is simply impossible.

“I won’t duel you until you pay off your gambling debts, because you’re too dish!”

Brian whispered in the other’s ear.

He then left the gladiatorial arena wearing the Red Count.

“Brian! You remind me that today’s business is not over! ”

Cassirom’s eyes were red as he looked at Brian’s back as he left. _

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