You'd Better Close Your Eyes in a Moment

In the blink of an eye, Habitus lost two fingers. But he had no time to worry about the pain from the severed stumps. Gritting his teeth, he flipped off the donkey cart. Yet when he landed, he failed to steady himself and nearly fell into a puddle.

Zhang Heng, however, could not spare the time to chase after him, because Bach was still in Murkasan's hands.

Murkasan, meanwhile, was starting to feel that things were going badly. He had not expected Habitus to fail, much less abandon him and flee alone, leaving him caught in a difficult position.

He wanted to jump off the donkey cart too, but Bach, whom he controlled, was glaring at him like a tiger eyeing its prey. The moment he withdrew the knife in his hand, Bach would definitely pounce on him.

And Zhang Heng beside him was an even more pressing threat.

"Don't come any closer, or I'll kill him," Murkasan warned Zhang Heng.

"Am I that close with him?" Zhang Heng said as he leisurely drew another Persian Sword.

Murkasan was left speechless.

He knew Zhang Heng had a gladiator friend he got along well with, a man named Valo. But Valo had not participated in this Flavian Amphitheatre gladiatorial event. Before Zhang Heng had revealed his strength, the two had always stayed together. If Valo were the one in his hands now, he might have been able to threaten Zhang Heng. As for Bach, Bach had always been with his Germanic compatriots. Aside from having fought once, the two of them did not seem to have had much contact.

The reason he and Habitus had restrained Bach while discussing their plan was purely because they feared the Germanic peoples would be too stubborn to cooperate. But now that the plan had