"Will the sun shine when you face the stage?" York asked.
"Yes. The last time we participated in the first show of newbies, it was 8 a.m. and we fought for about an hour. At that time, the sun was not too strong, so we did not notice this problem." Merion said, "From nearly 10 a.m. to 5 p.m., the sun on Colosseum is very strong."
"I remember that there seemed to be a lot of well-dressed people sitting on the stage when the first show was held, and they had a thin golden cloak on their heads."
"Yes, that's the only place that someone dares to put a cloak on. It's easy to tell in the arena." Merion explained, "I once watched a fight on the stage. The cloak was provided by Colosseum with neat and rules, so I don't have to worry that I can't find them on the stage."
"Oh, you used to be a rich man." York asked enviously, "How do you feel sitting on the stage and watching the competition?"
"Very good. I didn't notice the sun and was attracted by the fierce battle on the field."
"But we can't always turn our back to the stage." York said, "In the fight, both sides are constantly changing their positions."
"Don't bother. You only need to deliver a fatal blow to the opponent's back and start it. At this time, when the opponent just turned around, he happened to face the bright sunlight on Colosseum. When the weapon fell from the air, the opponent's reaction will not only become slower than usual but also the light of the iron and the sun merge very well."
"Wow, 'Lion Avodo' is so awesome!" York couldn't help but marvel, "Last time when I was present, I didn't think about it at all."
"Yes. He has fought so many matches on Colosseum, and he must attend 1-3 selection shows for new players every month, so he is very familiar with the environment on Colosseum. For a top master like him, the other party's life or death is at the moment when his flaws are revealed or the opportunity is seized by him."
"You are also very powerful. You have calculated the position of your back to the grandstand in only one day."
"Avodo reminded me. I happened to sit on the stage and watch the fight performances."
York showed an envious expression again. "From now on, every time he teaches you in person, you will choose something useful to me and teach me."
"Okay." Merion agreed without hesitation.
York whispered, "Did you notice the newcomer? He is the one who has been looking at me all the time."
Every time the newcomers had dinner together, Merion and York would sit at the same table.
The other newcomers were a little afraid of Merion, so they didn't want to have a table with him.
Drinking the green vegetable soup, Merion raised his head and looked at the green hand following York's eyes. "I didn't pay much attention to him. His name seems to be Berger or something. What's wrong?"
"Before you came to have dinner, he had been sitting at this table and accosting me. As soon as you came, he slipped away. In the future, when I met him in the arena, I had to teach him a lesson." York said angrily.
"What did he do to you?" Merion was surprised.
"He just wants to pester me and talk to me as soon as he finds a chance. Every time he has dinner or meets me on the training ground, he looks straight at me. I don't want to talk to him at all!"
Merion couldn't help but burst into laughter. The vegetable soup in his mouth almost spilled on the table in front of him. "Do you hate the free and unrestrained hobby of Cabul, the free trade city?"
"I don't hate him. It's normal for him to have that kind of hobby." York said, "There are few women in the whole Colosseum, and the gladiators rarely see women. There is nothing strange between the men, but this person is very obscene, and every time he sees me, his eyes are very obscene."
Merion stood up and said, "Let me talk to him for you."
"No, thanks." York said, "I will see him in the arena."
Saturday.
Today was another day for Avodo to teach him in person.
Merion woke up before the guards opened the door.
"Green fighter, get up and train." The guards were shouting.
Merion rushed out of the room.
"Lion Avodo", as usual, crossed his arms over his chest and waited for him in the training yard.
Behind Avodo.
Two huge wooden swords were placed side by side against the wall.
Looking at the two swords, Merion stood happily in the center of the cattle hide sandbag array. "Today is 46 minutes."
"Yes." Avodo took out the sand clock and said, "Every grain of sand in it must be missed out. You can't miss one less."
The last three minutes were still the hardest.
The training of the cattle hide sandbag array ended in 46 minutes.
"Good. Every time you get hit by a sandbag, you were hit in the last few minutes." Avodo looked at Merion, whose chest heaved violently.
Today, Avodo didn't turn around and walk out of the yard.
The eight strong men who were responsible for pushing the cattle hide sandbags greeted Avodo and Merion and left together.
Half an hour later, Merion took a rest.
"Lion Avodo" walked to the open space in the yard.
He gestured for Merion to stand opposite him.
"You must have been taught some basic fighting skills by a teacher before." Avodo said, "So I'll train you in actual combat. You must constantly sum up your fighting skills in actual combat. Now let's start with barehand combat."
"Lion Avodo" stretched out his hands and said directly, "Take this as an arena. I won't show mercy. Come on."
Seeing that Avodo, who was 1.93 meters tall and had made a pose.
Merion didn't dare to neglect and immediately took an attacking posture.
Every time he stood in front of Avodo, Merion felt like he was surrounded by death.
But he was so determined that he still pounced on him without hesitation every time.
In the blink of an eye, the two men were fighting.
Avodo's height and arms were longer than Merion's. Merion didn't dare to let him control the distance between them in the fight.
Generally speaking, the method of close combat was adopted.
However, in Avodo's defense and attack.
Every time Merion tried to block Avodo's powerful fists and used his arms to separate his fist.
His arms hurt badly.
Avodo was very flexible in the fight. He was good at sweeping legs and kicking the side.
Merion had no choice but to dodge his fists and legs.
The attack of Avodo was not only very sudden but also very consistent. It was often a violent fist, mixed with unexpected footsteps.
Merion couldn't avoid it occasionally.
He could only lift her legs to block his sidekick and whip his legs.
It was also very painful.
Fortunately, after so many days of practice in the cattle hide sandbag array, he was smashed back and forth by one or two hundred kilos of heavy sandbags.
Merion was used to the pain.