Sparta: Many childrens, Many Blessings, Starting from the Gladiator Chapter 33 33

"Speak."

"First, during the performance match, you have to help us. Second, if we want to escape, you have to co with us. Third…"

Lynx looked at her. "Don't touch Mira."

Saxa raised an eyebrow: "That female healer? Your woman?"

"Yes."

"Don't worry."

Saxa waved her hand. "I'm not interested in won, and even less interested in stealing n. But honestly, she's a bit of a loss for you. A man like you should be matched with soone who can fight."

Lynx couldn't be bothered to argue with her and turned to walk toward the edge of the sand pit.

The watching gladiators automatically made way. Their eyes toward him now held a bit more awe — being able to defeat a ruthless character like Saxa, Lynx's strength was beyond doubt.

Crixus stood at the very front of the crowd, his face so gloomy it could drip water.

He hadn't expected Lynx to win, and even less expected Saxa to switch sides.

The plan was completely ruined.

Lynx walked up to him and stopped.

"The performance match is postponed by three days. It's an opportunity."

Lynx said in a low voice. "We can make more preparations."

"What preparations?"

Crixus sneered. "That crazy woman is now on your side. You still want to cooperate with ?"

"We need to."

Lynx looked at him. "No matter how strong she is, she's still just one person."

Crixus stared into his eyes: "What exactly are you trying to say?"

"I'm saying, the cooperation continues. But the plan needs adjustnt. Saxa's joining gives us an extra variable, and also an extra opportunity."

"What opportunity?"

"An opportunity for internal and external cooperation."

"Batiatus thinks Saxa is his person. We can use this point to give him false information and make him relax his vigilance."

Crixus thought for a mont, and his expression eased a little: "What do you want to do?"

"Tonight, in the abandoned warehouse, we'll talk in detail."

Lynx said. "Call your people, and Gisco and the others."

"Fine."

Just like that, the two reached a temporary consensus.

Training continued.

But the atmosphere was clearly different.

Saxa's joining was like a stone thrown into calm water, stirring up ripples.

The gladiators began to take sides again — so beca more firmly aligned with Lynx, so began to waver, and so simply stayed far away, not wanting to get involved.

Lynx didn't rush to recruit more people.

He was waiting.

Waiting for tonight's eting.

Waiting for an opportunity to convince the majority in one go.

The afternoon training was even more brutal than the morning.

The instructor must have eaten sothing wrong. He suddenly increased the intensity.

It wasn't sparring, but pure physical torture — carrying two-hundred-pound stone locks and running laps around the field, doing push-ups in the sand pit until exhaustion, madly chopping at wooden stakes with wooden swords until the tiger's mouth split open.

"Faster! Faster! The people from Nodis tomorrow won't wait for you to catch your breath!"

The instructor's whip cracked loudly in the air.

The gladiators gritted their teeth and trained with all their might.

Lynx was no exception.

He carried the stone lock and ran lap after lap. Sweat soaked through his leather armor and dripped into his eyes, burning painfully.

Saxa ran beside him. Her face wasn't red and her breathing wasn't heavy. She could even speak in between.

"Hey, your stamina is pretty good."

"Not bad."

Lynx panted.

"Back in Thrace, we had to run twenty miles every day carrying equipnt."

Saxa exhaled and continued. "Climbing mountains, crossing rivers, sotis even carrying the wounded. Compared to that, this is easy."

"You were a soldier?"

"Resistance army."

Saxa corrected him. "The Thracians didn't want to be ruled by Ro. We took up arms to resist. We fought for three years, but we lost. My brother died. I escaped. To survive, I beca a gladiator."

She spoke very calmly, but Lynx heard the heaviness in her words.

"Do you want to go back?"

"I can't go back."

Saxa shook her head. "Thrace is now full of Roman garrisons. Going back ans death. It's better to drift outside. If I die one day, it's also a relief."

Lynx didn't reply.

The two ran a few more laps. The instructor finally called for a stop.

"Rest for ten minutes! Drink water!"

The gladiators instantly collapsed all over the ground, gasping for air.

Lynx walked to the water bucket, scooped a ladle of water, but didn't drink imdiately. He first sniffed it carefully — no strange sll. Then he dipped his finger in and licked it. After confirming it was fine, he drank it in big gulps.

Saxa watched from the side and slightly raised an eyebrow: "So cautious?"

"One life only."

"Makes sense."

Saxa also scooped a ladle of water and drank it straight down. "But if you ask , if soone really wants to poison you, you can't defend against it anyway. Better to live happily and die happily."

"I want to live a little longer."

"Why?"

Saxa was a bit puzzled. "What's so good about this world? War, slaves, nobles enjoying themselves, commoners waiting to die. Living is also suffering."

Lynx glanced at her: "Because there are still people waiting for ."

Saxa was stunned for a mont, then smiled: "That female healer?"

"Mm."

"Fine then."

Saxa threw the ladle back into the bucket. "Living for a woman is also a reason."

Rest ended. Training continued.

This ti it was combat training.

The instructor divided the gladiators into two groups to simulate the performance match situation — Lynx, Crixus, Octavius, and Saxa in one group, fighting against all the other gladiators.

"You four, fight their twenty!"

The instructor roared. "Don't hold back! Treat it as tomorrow's performance match!"

This was clearly unfair.

But no one dared to object.

In the sand pit, twenty gladiators ford a circle and slowly tightened the encirclent.

Lynx's group of four stood back to back, each responsible for one direction.

"How do we fight?"

Crixus stared at the gradually tightening encirclent in front of him and asked.

"Capture the king first to capture the thieves."

Lynx answered without turning his head. "Take down the leader, and the others will scatter."

"Who is the leader?"

Lynx scanned the circle. His gaze landed on a gladiator with a full beard on the opposite side — that was Drusus, one of the veterans in the training ground second only to Crixus. He usually kept a low profile but had a lot of prestige.

"Drusus."

"I'll deal with him. You three hold on, don't get surrounded to death."

"Fine."

The battle instantly erupted!

Twenty gladiators charged at the sa ti. The sounds of wooden swords and shields colliding were deafening.

Lynx's target was clear. He charged straight at Drusus.

Drusus obviously hadn't expected Lynx to target him first and was montarily stunned.

But he imdiately roared, raised his shield, and t him head-on.

The two collided in an instant.

Drusus had quite a lot of strength, but his technique was average.

Lynx didn't fight him head-on. Instead, he used agile footwork to circle to his side. His short sword repeatedly stabbed at Drusus's lower ribs and the back of his knee.

Drusus frantically blocked in a panic, but he couldn't cover everything. Soon he took several hits.

On the other side, Crixus, Octavius, and Saxa were also trapped in a bitter battle.

The three stood back to back, forming a triangular formation, resisting attacks from all directions.

Crixus handled the front, using brute force to hold on;

Octavius handled the left flank, using his long arms and strength to push away enemies;

Saxa handled the right flank, using agile blade techniques and speed to skirmish.

But the nurical gap was too big.

Soon, all three had injuries.

"Lynx! Hurry up!"

Crixus roared.

Lynx gritted his teeth and sped up his offense.

He split open Drusus's shield with one sword and kicked him in the knee.

Drusus cried out in pain and knelt on one knee.

Lynx seized the chance and stepped forward. His short sword pressed against his throat.

"You're dead."

Lynx said coldly.

Drusus's face turned iron-gray, but he still nodded and withdrew from the fight.

The leader had fallen. The other gladiators' offense obviously slowed down.

Lynx didn't dare delay. He turned and charged back into the fray.

With his addition, the pressure instantly eased.

The four cooperated tacitly — Lynx and Saxa were fast and handled skirmishing and sneak attacks;

Crixus and Octavius had great strength and handled the front line.

Ten minutes later, the sand pit was full of fallen bodies.

All twenty gladiators were "dead".

Lynx's group of four were all exhausted, covered in bruises, but they were the ones still standing.

The instructor watched this scene with a very complex expression.

"Dismissed!"

He finally waved his hand. "Continue tomorrow!"

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