Saturnilos eased his attack tempo slightly, devoting more energy to defense. He finally steadied himself, but soon discovered another piece of bad news: his opponent's stamina seemed even better than his own. After the two had been brawling for so long, Zhang Heng's breathing rate had barely changed. In other words, if this dragged on, the situation would only become more unfavorable for him.
Saturnilos frowned. He had not expected that, so soon after Sisnatas retired, Victor Arena would produce another troublesome newcomer like this. But since the other party had started it, if Saturnilos had to choose again, he would still make his move. With so many important figures present tonight, he could not back down.
Just as a male lion would inevitably react to another male lion entering his territory, gladiators were the same.
In this world where the weak were prey to the strong, no matter how powerful one had been before, the moment one showed weakness, one would be torn apart by the swarming hyenas.
Besides, the current situation was only slightly unfavorable to Saturnilos. Over his long career as a gladiator, he had fought countless battles from a disadvantage. He bore more scars than any other gladiator present, but since he was still standing here, every one of those scars had become his glory, telling the tale of one thrilling battle after another.
So tonight would be no exception.
Saturnilos had just taken another punch to the mouth, but he returned it with a kick. Then he spat out a bloodied tooth and sneered. "What, is that all you've got?"
Zhang Heng also climbed back to his feet. He could have dodged that kick, but after calculating the exchange, he had concluded that he came out ahead. So he had chosen to meet force with