Legend

Legend

Habitus ultimately failed to dodge Bach's full-force downward slash. His three remaining fingers could no longer hold the shield, and it flew from his grasp.

But what filled Habitus with shock and fury was that Bach showed no intention of stopping. Instead, he stepped closer and slashed at Habitus's head. Left with no choice, Habitus could only temporarily abandon his plan of dropping his weapon and surrendering. He blocked the blow with the shortsword in his left hand while pulling back slightly.

Yet just as he thought he had finally earned a chance to surrender, the German's next shameless move left him completely stunned.

Bach tossed his small round shield aside as well, then charged forward again with only his sword in hand, looking as energetic as ever.

Habitus's scalp went numb. Fearing that the spectators might demand his execution after he surrendered, he had no choice but to keep fighting. At the same time, he lowered his voice and said to Bach, "Are you done yet? I've already lost. You can use me as a stepping stone now. All the reputation I've built up over the years is yours."

"Not enough," Bach said.

"Damn it, what else do you want from me? Do you want me to pay you? I've saved up some money after being a gladiator for so many years. I can pay you to let me surrender."

"No, no. I'm not interested in money. I simply want your life," the German said sincerely.

"Are you fucking sick?!" Habitus finally cursed. "Don't forget, we're gladiators from the same arena. How are you going to explain it to Macrus if you kill me?"

"Why should I care what some idiotic middle-aged Roman thinks?" Bach asked curiously.

Out of options, Habitus could only humble himself further. "Listen, yesterday