Nearly half of the entire "Red Circle" gladiators came to the square.

Todd, who had just sighed that the heavy burden on his shoulders was invisibly facing the pressure brought by more than 300 people.

"you……"

After saying this word, Todd didn't know what he should say next.

A soldier from the Kitajima with his right eye and covered in scars stood up from the crowd and shouted: "I am not afraid of death, but I would rather die on the battlefield of charge than in a cage for people to watch!"

Amid the echoes of everyone, another strong barbarian with oil-colored tattoos stood up: "Mr. Boyle, your reputation and kindness have spread throughout all tribes. We are willing to swear to the ancient gods and exchange loyalty and life for your protection!"

Seeing everyone talking and wanting to say something, Todd stretched out his hands and pressed down, signaling everyone to rest assured.

"I understand that no one is willing to end his life in a hurry. If you look back at the moment of death and life is just wasting time meaninglessly, then what is the difference between it and a walking corpse?" Todd's voice spread throughout the square, and these words made everyone nod and agree.

Sighing, Todd continued, “I will do my best to teach you everything I can about fighting performances, not for vanity, but for life.”

After obtaining Todd's promise, everyone present cheered, and some even knelt on the ground, proclaiming the kindness of the Red Champion.

Turning back to the room, looking at Ackerman with a blushing face, Todd said viciously: "Didn't you say that these people are your friends? Put all their information out and leave it to me!"

Ackerman's face suddenly collapsed: "Everyone? There are more than 300 people outside!"

Casper glanced at him: "You deserve it."

In the following days, Todd simply started a big class in the training ground on the ground floor of the gladiatorium.

Recalling and recreating the action scenes of previous life movies and games in the soul space. Todd separated every link of the combat performance from the basic countermeasures and movements as the starting point, using theoretical knowledge and practical operations as the means to teach the gladiators who came to class.

Then, we picked out a large number of highly viewable combat moves, such as the Wrath of Spartan in the "God of War" series, the Blade Dance in the "Devil May Cry" series, and the Assassin's Creed series, and used move routines to inspire these students so that they could combine and match the gladiator skills themselves.

Finally, according to the schedule arranged by the arena, Todd will conduct attack training specifically for those gladiators who are about to appear. Actions, positions, weapons and even expressions. He strives to ensure that these people can bring the audience the greatest sensory enjoyment and get the best viewing effect.

More than half a month later, some obvious changes occurred in the "Red Circle".

First of all, the changes of gladiators. More and more gladiators are learning from Todd. Except for those minorities who adhere to the "combat tradition" and refuse to compromise, others, men, women, young and old, gathered under the Red Champion. They used their loyalty and oath to exchange for opportunities to learn and the survival of gladiator.

Then there was the change of the audience. People who came to watch the battle in "Red Circle" were surprised to find that the battle between gladiators was no longer boring and boring chopping, but obvious progress and improvement in movements and tactics. The battle became more intense, the fighting became more exciting, and the viewing ability of gladiators rose sharply. More and more people came to Ama City from all directions to watch gladiators. Some particularly exciting battles even saw sky-high tickets.

Next is the economic situation of "Red Circle". When the previous supervisor was alive, the financial situation of the arena was in a deficit for a whole year. Since Todd introduced the combat performance, the number of audiences has increased sharply and the ticket prices have risen rapidly, which has ignited a new vitality in the entire arena and solved the urgent need of "Red Circle" from the side.

Finally, these changes also caused some people's dissatisfaction. For example... the king's confidant minister, Furgar.

In the chamber of the Ulster Palace, Concherber looked at the box of gold coins in front of him, and his mouth couldn't close even when he smiled.

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it! Foggs's son, my younger brother, has such great business skills! He turned a loss-making arena into a money tree!"

Speaking of this, the king glanced at his confidant Fugal next to him with a mocking look, then inserted his hand into the box, picked up a full hand of gold coins, and let them fall down.

Furgar stared at the box of gold coins in front of him, his face turned pale.

At the beginning, when he heard the king handing over the position of the gladiatorial supervisor to Fiocha, his first reaction was that the boy who could only dance swords and swords would sooner or later make the business of "Red Circle" worse. When things went so hard that it was uncontrollable, he proposed to the king to take over, which would not only take advantage of the situation to attack his political enemy, Fouges, the father of Fiocha, but also consolidate his position in the king's mind.

But I never expected that the "Red Circle" fight has become popular recently, and even the Kingdom of Connaught, which is far away in the east, has many citizens come to watch it.

Thinking of the reason behind this, Furgar turned his eyes and complimented the king: "To be honest, your Majesty, you are good at employing people and sent Fiocha to manage the arena."

Concherber, who chose to forget his original intention, patted his belly and laughed: "Yes, my younger brother is so capable! I have long been optimistic that he can take on this position!"

Furgar smiled a few times, then asked in confusion: "But what's strange is that Fiocha is not proficient in these financial and business matters..."

Concherber was stunned, followed Furgar's thoughts and said, "That's his father, Foggs is helping him...is not right..."

Everyone in the kingdom knows that Fogges likes to be entertained and entertained on weekdays and basically does not care about civil affairs, otherwise he would not have given up the throne at the beginning.

Concherber lowered his head and pondered: "So who is helping Fiocha run the arena?"

Furgar looked to the ceiling and pretended to be careless, "I heard that the prisoner named Boyle has been quite active in the "Red Circle" recently."

Conscientious Concherber sat back on the throne, held his chin with his hands and said, "Tell me in detail."

"He gathered a large group of gladiators who were afraid of death, designed combat actions, arranged combat details, and deceived the audience with fake gladiators to achieve the goal of winning people's hearts."

Furgar paused for a moment, waiting for the king to digest the news, and then said softly: "There are about 400 gladiators in the entire arena, and he has absorbed them into his name."

Concherber was startled, stood up from his chair, shouting loudly, "Four hundred people? Doesn't Fiocha control such things?!"

Furgar lowered his eyelids and lengthened his tone: "Yes, why don't Lord Fiocha take care of it?"

Sweat slowly oozed out from the king's head.

"Is it... impossible!" Concherber loudly refuted the deepest fear in his heart: "Foghurs loved my mother deeply and even gave up the throne for this. He would not betray me!"

Furgar shrugged: "Master Foggs may not be interested in the throne, but what about his son Fiocha?"

Concherber's body was stiff in place.

The royal bloodline has always been the biggest taboo deep in his heart.

At that time, Foggs, the former king's brother, gave up the throne because of love and passed the crown to the queen's illegitimate son Concherber at the request of the queen. This behavior itself aroused many oppositions in the Kingdom of Ulster.

People have questioned how a person without the orthodox blood of the royal family can sit on the throne?!

Therefore, Fiocha's intention to seize the throne is not only reasonable in the eyes of others, but also has the support of most people.

And this "brother" who has already taken the lead in righteousness and status is the only thing missing is one thing - the army.

Boyle's appearance made up for this shortcoming.

Thinking of this, cold sweat wet Concherber's back, and he shouted loudly: "Cancel Fiocha's position as the director of the arena! Let him go home!"

"Your Majesty, this is not suitable." Furgar said calmly, touching the gray beard, "Fiocha did not make any mistake. If you suddenly transfer him from his position, you will be said to be jealous by others."

Like an angry lion, Concherber shouted at Furgar, "Then what should I do?! Tell me!"

"If you want to destroy the burning bonfires, watering is not the best way to take away the wood that serves as fuel, so that you can fundamentally solve the problem."

"What's the meaning?!"

"What can provide military power for Fiocha is the "Red Circle" arena. What we have to do is to get rid of the leaders of the gladiators and make those people become a mess again."

Concherber fell back into the throne and slowly repeated Furgar's suggestion: "Get rid of the gladiators' leaders?"

The latter looked at the king and nodded slightly, "At the end of this month, in order to celebrate the victory in the south, Connaught's envoys come to the kingdom. We can prepare a gladiator for those people at the celebration, a gladiator that will never be able to win..."
Chapter completed!