The Evergreen of Victor Arena

Zhang Heng stepped out of the crowd and took the wooden weapon handed to him by the trainer.

Everyone present immediately turned their eyes on him.

Despite forty-nine days of terrifyingly intense training, everyone had improved considerably compared to when they had first arrived at the Gladiator School. However, judging from the results of the first two matches, the newcomers were still no match for the professional gladiators.

If Griff had suffered a narrow defeat, then Gelata had been utterly crushed. The newcomers were currently down zero to two, and after seeing Gelata's fate, the atmosphere among them grew even tenser.

In the upcoming match, Zhang Heng was still the unfavored side. Aside from having fought Bach once, he had left almost no particular impression on anyone else. His training performance had been steady but unremarkable, merely average among the newcomers. His opponent, Garba, on the other hand, was a veteran gladiator.

Not only was he old, but he had been in the trade for a long time as well.

He had not become a gladiator until the age of twenty-eight, then remained one for nine years. Considering that the average gladiator was only twenty-five, Garba's career could absolutely be called a miracle. His circumstances were somewhat similar to Valo's: he had become a gladiator to repay his debts.

He had accomplished that as early as his third year as a gladiator and had retired for half a year afterward. Yet half a year later, for personal reasons, he returned to the arena, where he had remained ever since.

Over those nine years, he had watched countless heroes rise and fall, and he had personally witnessed the legend of Sisnatas. As for himself, he did not have many famous battles worth recounting. Yet through his diligent attitude and extraordinary longevity,