"How did it go?" Mark Reuss rubbed his hands as he looked at Zhang Heng with eagerness.
The latter swung the two Persian swords in his hands and nodded. "Not bad."
"I'm glad you like it. I'm counting on you this time," said Mark Reuss. "For the honor of Victor Arena, we must win the championship of this gladiatorial show."
"I will do my best." Zhang Heng said.
"Very well. I know I can always count on you." Mark Reuss patted Zhang Heng's shoulder with satisfaction, "Other than you; we also plan to send Bach, Habitus, Carnero, Mulkazan, Paral, and Milo. All seven of you will compete with the gladiators from other schools. But of course, I place most of my faith in you. Other than that, I have also asked Gaby to find out about the gladiators from other arenas and mark out the ones you need paying attention to. However, the name list won't come out until tomorrow. Oh, yes, I need you to attend to a dinner tonight."
Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows.
