What a Coincidence

The three-day gladiatorial spectacle had finally reached its final stage—the climax of the entire event.

Seventy-two gladiators from different Gladiator Schools, each possessing unique skills, gathered in the arena today. They would compete together, fight in pairs, and continue until the final champion was decided.

Unlike the Twelve-Man Melee at Victor Arena, there were more participants this time, and they were stronger. There were no teams; everyone fought alone. There was no revival bracket either. In other words, even the slightest mistake could result in elimination.

The audience had been waiting for this visual feast for far too long. The moment the gladiators entered, thunderous cheers erupted from the stands.

Saturnilos and the others finally came to their senses at this point, realizing that they were standing on the highest stage a gladiator could reach, representing their respective Gladiator Schools. Although yesterday's events had thoroughly terrified them of Zhang Heng, that did not mean they could simply give up on the coming matches.

This gladiatorial event was crucial to every Gladiator School and would determine their rise or decline for the next several years, perhaps even more than a decade. Thus, the owners of the various schools had all issued strict orders. In addition to demanding that their gladiators compete for the championship, they had also set minimum goals.

Most of Saturnilos and the others had not yet earned their freedom. If they failed to meet those goals, they would face enormous pressure as well.

So they still could not give up. They were all skilled and renowned gladiators. Even if they could not defeat Zhang Heng, they could still hold the advantage against other gladiators.

All they had to do in the coming fights was avoid Zhang Heng.

Yet once the fighting truly began, the spectators in the stands