"York, raise the shield on your left hand a little higher. Don't block the eye."
"Lift your right arm and point the short sword forward."
"That's right. Don't always point the sword tip at the ground!"
"Block first and find an opportunity to stab forward with the short sword. If you can't stab, withdraw your right leg immediately and raise the shield with your left hand to block the opponent. You just practice for only an hour as if you have used up all your strength."
On the training ground, "wild fox Bush" was teaching York seriously.
"Be a little faster. I know the square shield is very heavy, but it can't affect the speed of your block, nor can it destroy the next time you attack,"
"The sword attack with the right-hand needs to be agiler. If we slow down, we will let go of the opponent's flaws, and the situation will return to the starting point."
While teaching "wild fox Bush", he kept showing York with his hands and feet.
It seemed that Bush was not as easy as York who was receiving training.
Beads of sweat were rolling on his short golden hair, flowing through his blue eyes.
"Wild fox Bush" quickly wiped the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand, and his eyes were still fixed on York.
York seemed to have just been pulled out of the water, and his clothes were all wet.
Merion stood beside the training ground.
It was more than 10 meters away from them.
As soon as he arrived at the training ground, he rushed here and stood quietly at the side of the field to watch the training of the two. It had been a long time.
There was no expression on his calm face.
After correcting York's main points of skills, "wild fox Bush" indicated York to continue training. He ran to the field, frowning and in a daze, looking very distressed and worried.
Merion hurried to greet him.
"Hi, 'wild fox Bush'."
"Ah!" Bush awoke from his trance, "'Buck Whitman', did Avodo agree to your request of coming to the stage in advance?"
"Yes, he thought it was a good choice."
"Then my professor York will be less stressful. He doesn't have to go to the stage in advance." The man said with a smile, "I have never seen a fighter with a developed mind and simple limbs as flexible as him. But I have never seen a fighter as thin and slender as him. Even if I have been given three months, I still can't train him to be a strong man!"
"He is so smart. The most suitable position to apply for him in Colosseum is accountant, not a fighter. Or he can use his eloquence to help Barney negotiate a few profitable businesses." Bush teased.
"The traditional shield that the gladiators usually use is too heavy for him." Merion replied, "Short swords may not be the most suitable weapons."
"What kind of weapon do you think is better for York?"
"What kind of gladiators' performance do the audience like the most? The weapon there is the easiest and most suitable for York."
"What's the audience's favorite?" "Wild fox Bush" showed a somewhat understanding expression on his face. "There is a kind of 'special thunder Gladiator', with a left hand holding a square shield and a right hand holding a dagger. The performance of that kind of Gladiator does not win with strength, but its performance is very wonderful, not winning with strength, and its flexible skills are dazzling. It is very popular in the arena, and the audience likes to watch it!"
"What if we give up the traditional square shield and let York use the two daggers? The requirement for height and strength is lower, but for flexibility and skills is higher."
"Double Daggers? What a bold and beautiful skill! But there is no such kind in the current gladiators."
"No, there's no one." Merion said, "It can be called 'Fres Gladiator', the latest type of Gladiator. The two daggers can give full play to the flexible fighting of slender figures, and their skills are more dazzling than the traditional 'thunder'. They may be very suitable for York."
Merion added, "Besides, the fighters nowadays are all tall and strong. Once this kind of fighters who can exert their agility to the extreme appear, in the eyes of the audience, it is difficult to be replaced by others in terms of the aesthetic aspect of the fight for the time being."
"Ha-ha-ha..." "No wonder 'Lion Avodo' appreciates you so much. You are not only brave and talented in fighting, but also good at judging the situation."
"Wild fox Bush" stopped York, who was practicing square shield and short sword. "In the afternoon when you practice weapons pair training, go and try the light dual daggers. If it is suitable, it can avoid your lack of height and muscle strength."
"Wild fox Bush" untied his knitted brows, looked at Merion, and said, "I believe that the slave owner, Barney, will also be very happy that you have helped him expand the types of warriors and become the next one in the arena, which is not only making money but also good-looking."
On the training ground for newbies who were practicing weapons.
The "Goat Euler", who was responsible for teaching weapon pair training, hadn't arrived yet.
More than ten newbies stood in front of the weapon rack, carefully choosing their suitable weapons while waiting for the coach "Goat Euler".
On the several rows of weapon shelves were the commonly used weapons of the warriors, including short swords, knives, spears, maces, iron sticks, triangle forks, iron nets, shields and other more than 10 kinds.
With a red face, "Gazelle Odda" followed at Merion and York in front of the weapon rack.
Obviously, his mind was not on the weapons in front of him.
Suddenly, "Gazelle Odda" put its hand on Merion's shoulder and said with a red face, "Buck Whitman, I have something to tell you..."
"Please go ahead." Merion turned around immediately.
"Gazelle Odda" quickly grabbed the iron badge on York's chest, which represented the nickname of a gladiator, "Buck Whitman, last night, 'Cat York' went to my teacher 'leopard Drue'. 'Leopard Drue' told me that he admitted defeat and asked me to apologize to you. Please don't mind what he did to you on the training ground yesterday. He said that he would never speak ill of you to me or anyone else."
"Gazelle Odda" gasped and finished the sentence. "Buck Whitman, do you think this apology is enough?"
Merion came to his senses and asked, "Did your teacher, 'leopard Drue', taught you that?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, please convey my message to him. In fact, I don't blame him. I don't know that the man on the stage is his brother, but in that case, I must make a choice. Please understand."
"Okay. I've completed my task. I'll convey it to my teacher.
After saying that, "Gazelle Odda" breathed a sigh of relief and went to the weapon rack to pick up the suitable weapons.
"Cat York." York picked up a pair of daggers on the weapon rack and couldn't help laughing. "People like me, who haven't even won a battle on Colosseum, would be respectfully called the nickname only belonging to victors."
"That's another kind of respect." Merion asked, "What do you think of the weight of the daggers?"
"It's very light and comfortable." York easily turned the two blades in his hands and said, "Every day when I cook on my hometown's farm, I use such a simple knife to cut vegetables. Give me a chopping block, and now I can cut it for you. Even if I bring a cow from the neighbor, I can accurately divide it in half an hour."
Merion put his hand on York's shoulder and smiled happily.