The Master of the Training Grounds

"Looks like those Germanic peoples weren't all that impressive." After witnessing the earlier conflict firsthand, Valo seemed to have changed his mind somewhat.

Zhang Heng, however, held a different opinion. "You can't put it that way."

"Hmm?"

"In terms of strength, the gladiators were indeed stronger. But don't forget that those Germanic peoples were brought back from the front lines under guard. After all that travel by cart and boat, neither their bodies nor their minds were in peak condition. By the time they got here, they probably had only forty or fifty percent of their strength left. And judging by this, the Gladiator School deliberately wanted to intimidate them. They only sent six gladiators to greet them, making it seem like they didn't think much of them, but I'd bet that even if those six weren't the school's very best, they were all above average. Simply put, the school set those Germanic peoples up. After something like this, they'll develop a sense of awe toward the school. And during later training, they'll work even harder to erase today's humiliation."

After Zhang Heng finished speaking, he noticed Valo staring blankly at him.

"What?"

Valo hesitated, then said sympathetically, "The political struggles among nobles in your Great Han Empire must be brutal, right? Otherwise, how could you infer so much from one incident? You're practically like a senator from the Senate."

"..."

The excitement between the two did not last long. With the arrival of that group of Germanic peoples, all the slaves newly purchased by the Gladiator School had assembled. The person in charge of the school then gathered everyone in the training grounds.

There were around forty or fifty of them. Apart from the six Germanic peoples, there were Gauls, Parthians, Sami people, and Zhang Heng, a Han Chinese