Sparta: Many childrens, Many Blessings, Starting from the Gladiator Chapter 30 30

Gisco said softly to Amir: "This woman… what's her background?"

"I don't know."

Amir shook his head. "But I've never heard of female gladiators in Thrace…"

Octavius suddenly spoke: "She is not an ordinary gladiator."

"What do you an?"

"Look at her footsteps."

Octavius said, "Every ti she moves, her center of gravity is on the front sole of her foot, ready to launch forward or retreat at any mont. Also, the way she holds the sword — there is a gap in the tiger's mouth, convenient for changing moves. This is a habit only people who have received strict military training have."

"You an… she is a soldier?"

"Or used to be."

In the sand pit, the battle continued.

Saxa beca more and more excited the more she fought.

She found that Lynx's reaction speed was astonishingly fast. Several tis she thought her attacks were certain to hit, but he narrowly dodged or blocked them.

Moreover, this guy's defense was watertight. After fighting for so long, she hadn't landed a single effective hit.

But she also discovered Lynx's weakness — insufficient aggression.

He was defending, observing, waiting for an opportunity, but rarely took the initiative to attack.

"What's wrong?"

Saxa swung another sword, blocked by Lynx. "You only know how to dodge?"

Lynx didn't speak. His eyes were focused.

He was waiting.

Waiting for Saxa to show a flaw.

This woman's attacking rhythm was very fast, but fast ant high consumption.

As long as he could hold on and wait for the opponent's physical strength to drop and the rhythm to slow down…

"Ha!"

Saxa suddenly let out a low shout. She leaped up, short sword raised high above her head, and chopped down fiercely!

This was a full-power strike with no reservation.

Lynx raised his shield to block.

"Bang—!"

The huge impact force made him retreat two steps. A deep crack appeared on the shield.

Now!

Saxa landed. Her body leaned slightly forward because of the full-power chop. A small gap was exposed on her right rib.

Extrely short, perhaps only a fraction of a second.

But Lynx caught it.

He no longer retreated. Instead, he charged forward. His left shield smashed fiercely toward Saxa's face, forcing her to tilt her head back to dodge. At the sa ti, his right short sword shot out like a poisonous snake from its hole, stabbing straight at her exposed right rib!

Saxa's pupils shrank.

She didn't expect Lynx's counterattack to co so fast and so accurately.

She couldn't dodge.

She could only barely twist her body and let the blade graze past her ribs.

But her leather armor was still cut open. Her skin felt a stinging pain.

"Puchi."

The sound of the blade entering flesh was very light.

The two crossed each other.

Saxa staggered a step, steadied herself, and looked down at her right rib.

The leather armor was cut open. A shallow wound below was seeping blood.

Not deep, but she was indeed injured.

She raised her head and looked at Lynx with complex eyes.

"You won."

She finally admitted.

Lynx put away his sword: "You flatter ."

"Not flattery."

Saxa shook her head. "That sword, if you had gone half an inch deeper, I would have been down."

She walked in front of Lynx and stared into his eyes: "You were holding back earlier, weren't you? Waiting for to lose physical strength, waiting for to show a flaw."

Lynx didn't deny it.

Saxa smiled. This ti the smile was much more genuine: "Interesting. You are more interesting than I thought."

She turned around and looked at Batiatus: "Boss, I want this person."

"What?"

Batiatus frowned in dissatisfaction.

"Give the next three days. Let him spar with ."

Saxa said. "I need an opponent who can force to go all out."

Batiatus hesitated for a mont and looked at Lynx: "What do you think?"

Lynx nodded: "Fine."

"Then it's settled."

Batiatus clapped his hands. "Alright, everyone disperse! Train if you need to train, rest if you need to rest! The performance match is postponed to three days later. During these three days, all of you better keep your spirits up!"

The crowd gradually dispersed.

Crixus walked to Lynx's side and lowered his voice: "That woman is not right. Be careful."

"I know."

Crixus glanced at him, didn't say anything more, and turned to leave.

Gisco and Amir ca over.

"Big Brother, are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

Lynx shook his head. "Just a superficial wound."

Mira also ran over, holding the dicine box: "Let see."

"It's really nothing."

"Just a scratch."

Mira was still worried. She checked anyway and only relaxed after confirming it was just a shallow cut.

"That woman… is so fierce."

She said softly.

Lynx smiled: "But she is very strong. Sparring with her is good for ."

Just as he was speaking, Saxa walked over again.

She glanced at Mira and raised an eyebrow: "Healer?"

Mira nodded, a bit nervous.

"Help treat the wound."

Saxa pointed to the wound on her right rib. "Your man is quite ruthless."

Mira's face reddened, but she didn't refute.

She silently opened the dicine box and began to clean the wound, apply dicine, and bandage it for her.

Saxa let her do it, but her gaze remained fixed on Lynx.

"Hey, Lynx."

"Hmm?"

"How did you think of that sword just now?"

Saxa asked curiously.

"I have seen too many people who only know how to dodge when pressed by . Very few dare to counterattack at that mont."

"Intuition."

Lynx answered flatly.

"Intuition?"

Saxa smiled. "I like this answer."

After bandaging, Mira packed up the dicine box and left the training ground.

Saxa moved her arm, confird it didn't affect her movents, and then said to Lynx: "Tomorrow morning, see you in the sand pit. Don't be late."

With that, she also left.

The training ground returned to its usual appearance, but the atmosphere was obviously different.

The performance match was postponed by three days.

A powerful female gladiator was added.

Batiatus's actions were full of strangeness.

Everyone felt it, but no one dared to say anything.

Lynx returned to his cell, closed the door, leaned against the wall, and let out a long breath.

The battle just now looked relaxed, but in reality it consud a lot.

Saxa's attacking rhythm was too fast. He had to concentrate fully to keep up.

If he didn't have Danger Perception, he might have been hit long ago.

"System, is there a record of the battle data just now?"

[Battle analysis in progress…]

[Opponent: Saxa (Thracian gladiator)]

[Combat style: Aggressive offense, skilled in continuous fast strikes, weakness: high physical consumption, relatively weak defense]

[Suggestion: Use defense instead of offense, consu the opponent's physical strength, seize the opportunity to counterattack, avoid falling into a rhythm of mutual offense.]

The analysis was very accurate.

Lynx rembered it.

He walked to the bed, took out the refined steel short sword from under the straw mat, and carefully checked it.

The poison in the hilt was still there, but he now had beginner toxin resistance. Short-term contact should not be a problem.

But he still had to be careful and not hold it for long.

Just as he was thinking, there was a knock on the door outside.

Very light, three knocks.

Lynx frowned. This was not Gisco or Amir's knocking style.

He walked over and opened the door.

Lucretia was standing outside.

Her face was pale and her eyes were panicked. As soon as she ca in, she closed the door behind her, leaned her back against the door panel, and her chest heaved.

"What's wrong?"

Lynx looked at her in confusion.

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