The training field was very lively now.
A total of more than 40 newcomers were receiving the training of fighting with empty hands.
Among them, the one with the most fighting talent and the strongest physique was selected separately to receive one-on-one professional guidance from their teachers.
Most of the newcomers were concentrated in the center of the training ground and received unified training.
Merion walked along the training ground and observed them carefully.
A few new fighters attracted his attention, so he stopped and quietly watched them practicing.
He walked to a corner of the training ground and saw York.
York was clenching his fists and receiving the individual guidance of a master.
Merion had met the master of York before. He was the thin one among the two warriors who came with Avodo when Avodo beat him into pig head last time. His name was "wild fox Bush" and he had a good relationship with the Lion Avodo.
"Wild fox Bush" had short golden hair and blue eyes.
"Raise your left fist a little higher to protect your heart."
"Be more consistent when you move."
"Your body is very flexible, but your strength is too small compared to that of other warriors. You must keep your body flexible, find out the opponent's weakness in dodging and blocking, and seize the opportunity to attack. Yes, that's right, when attacking, you should be crisp and sharp."
"Wild fox Bush" was guiding York very seriously, and from time to time, he would help him correct the movements of his fists and feet.
Sweat trickled down York's forehead as he nodded, and he tried his best to dodge and attack.
Wild fox Bush glanced at Merion from the corner of his eye, smiled friendly at him, and walked over.
"Buck Whitman, how many whips did you get from Avodo this morning?"
"It's okay, only once. But I don't think any of you will bring a whip when you are training the newcomers."
"Ha-ha-ha, it proves that you are very talented." Wild fox Bush smiled, "Avodo is the only one who dares to whip a newbie. But don't blame him for being too strict. If it were someone else, he wouldn't be interested in training."
"Does Avodo seldom bring new hands?"
"Yes. The last time he brought a novice with him was seven or eight years ago. He was also a slave fighter who wanted to challenge freedom. Like you, he was also very talented in fighting and had a better physique than you. Unfortunately, an accident happened and he died in more than forty rounds, so Avodo will only train you more strictly than him. Win the fiftieth round is your dream and also Avodo's. Don't let him down!"
"Okay." Merion nodded thoughtfully.
He looked up at the training ground and asked, "Which one is 'leopard Drue'? I want to talk to him."
"Do you want to talk to him? He didn't come to the training ground this morning." Wild fox Bush replied. "Avodo talked to Barney for you. Barney is a businessman. As long as there is a living person who can make money for him, Barney will help you. But the 'leopard Drue' is stingy and holds grudges. You have disgraced him on the spot, so you should be careful of him."
"Okay.".
The lunch was still very simple, with a bowl of vegetable soup and a kilo of bread.
After lunch and a short break, the newcomers were driven back to the training ground.
More than 40 newbies sat on the ground quietly in a circle.
In the center was an empty space.
"'Leopard Drue' was coming."
Merion saw Drue, who had taken off his mask. He was of medium height and had an aquiline nose.
When he stood in the middle of the venue, Drue looked around at all the newcomers and fixed his fierce eyes on Merion.
Merion sat on the floor and looked at him calmly.
"Hand-to-hand combat is practiced every Monday. I'll guide you this afternoon. Do you understand the rules?" Drue asked.
"I see." The newbies answered in unison.
"Today, I want to change the rules a little bit, which is a more severe one, in case you are lazy in your daily training. After knocking your opponent down and being unable to climb up, not to mean the end of the training, you have to fight for ten minutes." Said Drue.
"But in the past, if one was too exhausted to stand up, then the combat would be over..." a newcomer said boldly and doubtfully.
"Shut up!" Drue took off his whip and whipped the green hand violently.
The ground was beaten to dust.
The newbie was so frightened that he shut his mouth immediately.
"Leopard Drue" began to place the names of the green hands one by one, letting them stand in the center of the field to practice the hand-to-hand combat.
He looked at Merion viciously.
Hearing fighting, Merion closed his eyes for rest.
He was wondering who would be his strongest opponent today.
He gradually targeted several people in his mind.
Every time the "leopard Drue" called out the name of a newcomer, Merion would open his eyes and have a look.
He wanted to make sure whether this was the person he was looking for.
More than ten rounds had been finished.
In every round, some people were beaten black and blue, looking very frightening.
But just like what Avodo did to Merion, they were all bruises.
The newbies had a tacit understanding. When there was an obvious difference in strength between the two sides, every time they knocked down their opponents, they would stand aside and wait for them to get up; after they stood up, the two sides continued to fight the next round.
This was not a real fight on the Colosseum. They didn't need to fight to the death.
If his opponent really couldn't move, the stronger one would also deliberately delay the time.
He waited for his opponent to slowly get up.
"Leopard Drue" also seemed to turn a blind eye.
Finally, "leopard Drue" called out the first person that Merion had targeted.
Merion looked carefully at this strong man who was fighting with his opponent's hands.
Obviously, he was much stronger than his opponent. As soon as the two sides fought, his opponent fell to the ground in a few seconds.
"Buck Whitman." "leopard Drue" said, "You go to replace this lost green hand and fight with the won one. "
Merion stood up and walked to the center of the venue.
He had just made a pose with the strong man.
"Wait a minute," "leopard Drue" quickly called out the names of the two new hands.
These two people were the best among the newcomers, Merion thought.
"Leopard Drue" continued, "You two go together. The three of you hit "Buck Whitman", and after you knock down Whitman, don't wait for him to stand up. Press him on the ground and beat him hard."
The two newbies who were called were stunned. They looked at each other and reluctantly stood in the middle of the field.
"Leopard Drue, in the previous training of fighting with bare hands, there had never been three against one..." York was so anxious that his face turned red. He quickly stood up and shouted.
"Yes. The previous fights were all one-on-one." Someone continued.
"York..." Merion interrupted York, trying to stop him.
"It's obviously unfair!" York looked at "leopard Drue" without fear and glared at him.
"I have the final say here today. I can fight as I like." "Leopard Drue" whipped in front of York, squinted at him, and laughed viciously, "Damn it! Why are you so anxious? I'll hit you later. I'll beat you to death today!"
"Leopard Drue" turned around and called out another new hand's name.
"I've changed my mind. Now, you four are against Whitman." "Leopard Drue" said squinting his eyes.
The newbie, whose name was called, looked at Drue and understood what he meant. Without hesitation, he stood in the middle of the field.
This time, all the four people that Merion had targeted in his heart went up to the stage.
Different from the previous three people who only concentrated on practicing eyes.
The last newbie looked at Merion with a murderous look in his eyes.
Deeply anger was hidden there.