I Became a Gladiator in the World of Gender Reversal - I Became a Gladiator in the World of Gender Reversal chapter 67

67 – Mountain Climbing-2

Now I could accept this cheering sound as a familiar feeling.

It may be conceited, but the life of a gladiator gradually felt like everyday life. Everything was expected, and most things were familiar.

“Evan! Evan! Evan!”

“Shoot it away! Make sure to win!”

The dividend that the person who voted for me in the win-loss bet has also been infinitely lowered.

Just like when I first entered the event, ‘Of course the man will rig the game so that he can win, right?’ It was not a dividend that originated from a meaningless delusion.

People believe in me. After thinking, ‘No matter how much Evan won’t lose this time,’ the bettors on the opposite side of me are betting on me, saying, ‘Even if I lose more money, I can’t bet on reverse.’

In the sense of cheering me on, there must be no one who bet money without thinking about winning or losing. Well, I couldn’t easily tell the two apart.

It takes a lot of work to dare to look for my sword fighting.

It is a game where you have to pay a lot of money and buy a priority ticket in advance, or keep checking whether you win or not in a situation where you don’t know if you will be able to see it or not.

The former had high stability. Those who once watched my sword fights, would watch my sword fights again and again.

People who simply heard my win rate in numbers and people who saw the actual fight had to have different thoughts.

How wounded I was, how dangerous I was, what kind of fights I had. Even if you weren’t a person with deep knowledge of sword fighting, you couldn’t help but know if you kept watching.

I was winning. That, too, was winning fiercely but not so painfully.

Calm enough for them to believe that they will go up to higher places in the future.

“Hmm…”

Even considering that, the shouts at me were louder than usual.

Perhaps one of the reasons was that the opponent had a lack of fans.

It was a common occurrence. Even if you are a person who used to watch gladiator fights, it wasn’t profitable to watch ‘Evan’s match’ to see my opponent, not me.

Still, it wasn’t that there weren’t diehard fans of the original gladiators.

Feeling that a man like me invaded women’s space, there were also people who misrepresented my success as fake success.

Or, there were people who genuinely liked the gladiators they were rooting for so much that they didn’t like my heterogeneous appearance and the new influx of fans.

However, it seemed that this opponent had no supporters like that.

I thought it might be a bit lonely, but her expression didn’t look timid at all.

Mental is also a specification. For a class like hers, improving her skills is just as important as keeping her feet from being blunted by accusations and jeers.

Because the opponent in this fight was Letiarius.

The scale-patterned dress made of transparent and thin fabric exposed her body.

“You seem quite confident these days, where should I… See your skills?”

It wasn’t a person I didn’t know the face of, but I didn’t see him often.

It is said that Retiarius has a lot of things to do, so maybe that’s why he was like that.

“Whoa…”

I feel overflowing confidence. To her smile, the crowd responded with boos.

“A mean b*tch who wants to eat sword fighting raw!”

“Aren’t you ashamed to use a net cowardly?”

She was enjoying the criticism.

“Ah, keep talking. Let’s see if you can say such a thing even after the face of that handsome prince you worship has been mangled.”

“It’s spicy…”

Well, it must have been half an act. She came to me yesterday and said, ‘I’m going to say some harsh things, but don’t get hurt or anything like that. Got it?’ ‘Cause she warned me in advance.

In fact, she didn’t even seem that bad of a person. Her shrewd attitude, which she is building now, is a kind of acting.

In order to create a conflict structure, a villain is needed. Letarius had enough elements to become that villain.

It has a slightly different appearance from the impression people usually have when they think of gladiators.

The fighting style is also stabbing with a spear, throwing a net at a decisive moment to restrict the opponent’s movement, and then aiming for vital points.

“Where do you want to fight once? Are you better than a man?”

However, from her point of view, I couldn’t easily accuse her of being ‘cowardly’.

Tying people up with nets also required a lot of effort. Besides, it wasn’t necessarily strong enough to be called invincible.

“Yes. There’s no reason to brush your mouth for a long time.”

She was strong, not for any other reason, just because of her skills.

According to rumors, it is said that she is a person who is not easily defeated even against Dana. She is a woman who has been lucky enough to have won her victory over her a few times.

But she doesn’t have to be nervous. If my prediction is correct, I will be the winner in this fight as well.

“Go!”

I rushed at her first.

Letarius is, of course, strong. Because it was a class that was receiving a lot of criticism and curses, to the extent that poor armor was the last conscience.

However, there is a limit.

Basically, they were the ones who enjoyed the fight by using the length of the spear to hit and run like an outboxer, but they were a little weak.

In the first place, the spears they held were not two-handed weapons. Because you have to hold the net in one hand.

Spears are important, but the truly terrifying thing was that net.

The moment the gladiators, tired of the protracted fight, let go of their tension, they were entangled in that net and collapsed.

“What is it, you have a lot of courage? Just because you caught a few novices, didn’t you become overconfident?”

Instead of hitting her back, she stepped forward and prepared to take my sword.

The saying that the sword does not penetrate deeply was not only applied when cutting flesh, but also when fighting weapon against weapon.

You can’t cut a spear just by swinging the sword clumsily. You might be able to wield it at will and destroy it with the size of the impact, but a gladiator of this level wouldn’t fall for such a clumsy strategy.

“It’s fun, try more!”

Already, the window is fierce.

Every movement is filled with paint. The spear that looked like it would pierce my neck at any moment strangely bent its trajectory and stabbed it elsewhere.

Although not as fast as Florence, this Letarius stood above my head.

No matter which way I wield the sword, she swung the spear as expected.

It was difficult even to get her spear to touch my shield.

“It’s not fun. Try to be more active!”

Perhaps she was excited, her movements sped up.

I thought it would not be easy, but it was beyond my imagination.

Digging through the cracks and poking at the spear, it seemed like he could understand why the other gladiators hated Letiarius so much.

No fatal damage yet. She also seemed to want to focus more on exploration than fighting right now.

Rather than moving hastily and giving me a chance, it seemed that he was measuring how fast I could move while fighting with myself with his body.

“I’ve been watching it since before. Here, it’s really dirty, isn’t it?”

“Big!”

She cocked and stabbed the back of my calf.

As she felt the pain, she reflexively swung her sword.

“Slow!”

However, she smiled and spread her distance again.

Frowning at her, I had to pause and think how she managed to hit that part.

According to common sense, it is an area that cannot be injured. The armor only covered the front part of the calf.

Since I never turned my back on my opponent, there was no experience of this area being attacked.

“Chit…”

This is the end of the window. She hadn’t stabbed me, but had drawn in her spear and made a shallow wound.

It was stabbed by the strangely curved tip decoration and slightly cut.

It wasn’t deep. It’s a little uncomfortable and worth talking about, and it’s a wound that can be easily forgotten if you focus on the fight.

“This, kids who don’t know will definitely get caught. You’ve never fought Letiarius before, have you?”

“Yeah…Until before.”

Previously, they said they used tridents, but at some point they said they were simplified.

In my head, I knew that ‘you have to pay attention to the shape of the spear’, but I didn’t know what actually happened.

“Yes…”

However, it is only a small wound. It was still far from collapsing.

“Okay, the momentum is good!

Far away. It feels like playing rock-paper-scissors a hundred times and losing a hundred times. As if my brain were being read, her window was moving wildly.

It is not simply a matter of widening and narrowing the distance. The sword I wielded was too pointless to block or miss. Every time I see a gap, she applies a tight check, and I take a moderately weak shock and withstand the impact with her armor.

However, I still had no intention of losing.

Her spear strangely aimed at my gap, but it had its limits. Targeting my gap like now is not an act that is done without any risk.

Use your head. Use one’s body Even if they are moving as if to tease me right now, it won’t last forever.

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Only with her spear, and with the defensive attitude she shows now, she couldn’t inflict fatal wounds in the end. She didn’t seem to think so either.

What was important was the attitude, not the wound. Perhaps, she was aiming for that too.

I stared at the net in her left hand.

When that girl’s hand moved, that would be the moment she bet on her.