Sparta: Many childrens, Many Blessings, Starting from the Gladiator Chapter 4 4

The training ground outside the cell was always filled with the stench of sweat, dust, and the clash of tal.

The mont Lynx walked out shirtless, the noisy field fell silent for a brief second.

Dozens of eyes turned toward him — so wary, so curious, but most filled with open hostility.

"What are you looking at?" Lynx rolled his shoulders and grinned. "Never seen a dead man co back to life?"

No one answered.

The ordinary gladiators silently looked away and continued practicing with their wooden swords and shields.

They were mostly slaves or war captives who had learned when to keep their heads down.

This newcor had killed an overseer with one punch and even caught Batiatus's attention. For now, he was untouchable.

But there were always those who didn't believe in luck.

"Hey, newbie."

A rough voice ca from the sand pit.

Lynx turned and saw three burly gladiators walking over. The leader was a bald man with a fierce scar running from his left eyebrow to the right corner of his mouth.

The other two were also muscular, holding training wooden swords, surrounding him with bad intentions.

It was Dog (Scarface), one of the top troublemakers in the ludus, second only to Crixus.

He used to be a bandit and had killed before — much fiercer than average gladiators.

"Sothing wrong?" Lynx raised an eyebrow.

Dog looked him up and down, especially the scabbed whip marks on his back, and sneered. "Heard you're pretty good at fighting? You must have ambushed that useless Brutus, right?"

Lynx said nothing, just stared at him.

This attitude irritated Dog even more. He stepped forward until he was almost nose-to-nose with Lynx, spitting as he spoke. "Kid, being loud-mouthed won't help you here. Master Batiatus gave you a private cell? Why? Just because you can put on an act?"

The two lackeys joined in.

"Yeah! Big Brother Dog trained for two years before he got a private cell!"

"Newcors should act like newcors! Go clean the toilets first!"

The rest of the training ground stopped what they were doing, ready to watch the show.

Even Crixus, who was lifting stone weights in the distance, looked over with his arms crossed and a cold smirk.

Lynx counted silently: one, two, three.

"System, this counts as provocation, right?"

[Three gladiators detected verbally and physically provoking the Host. Task conditions t.]

"Perfect."

Lynx suddenly smiled.

Dog was stunned. "What are you smiling at?"

"Smiling because you three picked the perfect ti."

Lynx said, "I just ate. I need to stretch my muscles a bit."

Before he even finished speaking, he moved.

No warning. No trash talk.

His left foot stepped forward, right hand ford a palm, and he struck like lightning toward Dog's throat!

The move was unbelievably fast!

Dog didn't even see it clearly. He only felt a sharp pain in his throat. His breathing was cut off as he staggered back, clutching his neck, face turning purple.

The other two lackeys finally reacted and roared, swinging their wooden swords.

Lynx didn't dodge.

He raised his left arm and blocked directly!

Bang!

The wooden sword slamd into his forearm with a dull sound.

The lackey was stunned — it didn't feel like hitting flesh, more like hitting a leather-wrapped wooden post!

The next second, Lynx's right foot kicked hard into his stomach.

"Ugh—!"

The lackey bent like a shrimp, dropped his sword, and fell to his knees vomiting.

The third lackey's sword finally arrived, swinging at Lynx's waist from the side.

Lynx turned slightly. The sword grazed past his skin.

He grabbed the man's wrist, twisted and pulled, then drove his knee brutally into the man's ribs!

Crack!

A clear sound of bones breaking.

The lackey scread and collapsed, clutching his ribs and twitching.

The entire fight lasted less than five seconds.

The training ground was deathly silent.

Everyone was stunned.

Dog was still coughing and clutching his throat. The other two were already on the ground, unable to get up.

Lynx was barely breathing hard. There was only a faint red mark on his left arm.

He walked over to Dog, squatted down, and patted his face lightly. His voice was soft but audible to everyone:

"Now… who's going to clean the toilets?"

Dog's face turned bright red, but looking into Lynx's cold eyes, he finally squeezed out one word through gritted teeth: "…"

Lynx stood up and scanned the crowd.

No one dared et his gaze.

Even Crixus in the distance frowned, lowered his arms, and looked serious.

This kid… his moves were strange, ruthless, and completely different from traditional gladiator styles.

"Anyone else want to 'teach' the rules?" Lynx asked.

Complete silence.

Lynx shrugged, walked to the weapon rack, picked up the lightest training short sword, weighed it in his hand, and began practicing slow, casual slashes.

His posture wasn't standard, even a bit sloppy, but every swing had a sharp, tricky angle.

Ding!

[Defeated 3 provoking gladiators. Task Progress: 3/4]

"Still one more to go," Lynx thought. "Looks like I can finish it today."

For the rest of the afternoon, no one dared provoke him again.

Lynx enjoyed the peace and focused on getting used to this body and the combat skills in his mind.

He realized "Basic Combat Mastery" gave him more than just moves — it gave precise control over his muscles.

Power generation, force redirection, and dodging all felt incredibly smooth.

"This is the real benefit of system enhancent…" he thought as he swung the sword, listening to the sound it made. "Way more effective than ten years in a gym in my previous life."

In the evening, Batiatus personally ca to the training ground with two guards, wearing his usual businessman smile.

"Gather up!"

The instructor shouted.

Twenty-plus gladiators ford two loose rows.

Lynx stood at the back, observing Batiatus's expression.

"Tomorrow, the citizens of Capua need so entertainnt," Batiatus said as he paced. "Lord Varo is throwing a coming-of-age ceremony for his son and wants a performance… a bloody one."

So gladiators looked excited, others fearful.

"Our ludus will send two n," Batiatus stopped and scanned the group. "Crixus, you are one of them."

The blond giant puffed out his chest and grinned, showing yellow teeth. "Leave it to , Master. I'll tear the opponent apart."

Batiatus nodded, then turned his gaze to the end of the line.

"The other one…"

He paused, his smile deepening. "Marcus."

The entire field erupted in whispers.

Crixus's smile froze.

Sending a complete newcor to a noble's performance match? Usually, new gladiators fought beasts or weaker slaves first.

And pairing him with Crixus?

This was either extre favor… or they wanted him dead quickly.

Lynx remained expressionless and simply nodded. "Understood."

Batiatus stared at him for a few seconds, as if trying to read sothing, then clapped his hands. "Good! We leave tomorrow morning. Prepare well."

After Batiatus left, the gladiators began murmuring.

"The newbie sure is 'lucky'…"

"Varo's performance match? I heard four gladiators died last ti…"

"Paired with Crixus? Haha, let's hope he doesn't get accidentally killed."

Crixus walked up to Lynx, looked down at him, and said in a low voice, "Kid, stay close to tomorrow. If you drag down…"

He made a throat-slitting gesture. "I won't mind cleaning up the trash myself."

Lynx looked up at him and smiled. "Don't worry, I'll stay far away from you. After all…"

He lowered his voice, "I'm afraid your stupidity might rub off on ."

Crixus's veins bulged on his forehead, fists cracking, but he didn't attack — Batiatus had forbidden internal fights before the performance.

"You just wait."

Crixus spat the words and walked away.

Lynx shrugged indifferently and returned to his cell.

Night fell.

Moonlight slipped through the small window.

Lynx sat cross-legged on the straw mat, reviewing the day's gains.

Three provocateurs dealt with easily. Task almost complete.

Tomorrow's first real fight… was both an opportunity and a test.

"System, show my status."

[Host: Lynx] [Physique: Spartacus-Level (Beginner)] [Skills: Basic Combat Mastery] [Points: 0] [Task: First Show of Strength (3/4)] [Special Status: None]

Still broke.

"Need to find a way to earn points…" Lynx rubbed his chin. "There should be many won in the audience tomorrow… noble ladies and such. I wonder how the hidden condition of 'conquering the audience' is calculated."

Just as he was thinking, footsteps sounded outside the door again.

Light footsteps — a woman's.

Lynx raised an eyebrow. At this hour…

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