A Spectacular Performance

After dealing with the archer, Zhang Heng enjoyed a relatively long respite. Having witnessed his miraculous slash, the other gladiators' last scraps of hope had been shattered. No one wanted to become his next opponent.

In the end, "Giant" Theophilous stepped forward.

He was a heavily armored gladiator. Unlike other heavily armored gladiators, however, he possessed enough strength that he did not need to worry about excessive defensive gear hindering his movement. Every part of his body that could be armored was covered in armor, and he held a massive shield in one hand.

He now resembled a moving fortress.

Other than Zhang Heng, he had performed the best in the arena, having already taken down two opponents and seeming unstoppable. But he knew that this next battle would be the greatest challenge of his gladiatorial career.

Theophilous's expression grew grave as well.

The big man was not stupid. He knew how troublesome his opponent was, but he did not believe he stood no chance at all.

The spectators in the stands also began to grow excited. With Saturnilos and the others suddenly losing all their fighting spirit, Theophilous was probably the first heavyweight opponent Zhang Heng had faced. Everyone eagerly anticipated the sparks that would fly when the two clashed.

As usual, Theophilous did not rush to attack. Instead, he assumed a defensive stance and asked, "What did you do to Saturnilos and the others? Why do they all look so listless?"

"I didn't do anything," Zhang Heng answered truthfully. "I've always believed that what is truly frightening is never the thing that causes fear itself, but humanity's expectation of fear. That expectation magnifies your fear of fear hundreds or thousands of times over."

Theophilous only half understood, but he did not dwell on it. He crouched halfway down