This Man Was Impressive

Everyone in the lounge could only hear the cheers and screams outside, with no idea what had actually happened.

Fortunately, their confusion did not last long, because Zhang Heng soon reappeared at the lounge entrance.

"You... did you come back for your helmet again?" the gladiator who had kindly reminded Zhang Heng about his helmet asked foolishly.

"No, the fight is already over." Zhang Heng spoke as he returned to his seat.

"It's over?"

The gladiators erupted in an uproar. They had imagined every possible outcome, except for the battle ending so quickly.

Habitus's earlier match, which had ended in a quarter of an hour, had already been considered incredibly fast. Compared to Zhang Heng's match, however, it might as well have lasted a century. This amount of time was probably only enough for most gladiators to walk into the arena and then walk back out.

In other words, his fight with Cincinnatus had ended in an instant.

The gladiators were no strangers to Cincinnatus. He came from Unap Arena, and though he might not have matched near-ace gladiators like Habitus in strength, he was still among Rome's first-rate gladiators.

Yet such a skilled fighter had failed to withstand even a single move. Just how powerful, then, was his opponent?

The hearts of the gladiators, including Saturnilos, sank.

Meanwhile, the cheers and screams from the stands did not weaken after Zhang Heng's departure. On the contrary, they grew louder and louder, to the point that the gladiatorial exhibition could no longer continue normally.

In terms of its course, the match that had just ended was not particularly thrilling. There had been no collision of muscle against muscle, no sensory stimulation from bloodshed, and no dramatic twists and turns. Yet that one simple sword strike, coupled with Zhang Heng's clean,