Global Shelter Game

Chapter 184: Chapter 180: Recruitment 2

The audience in the stands enjoyed the bloody visual feast, while the gladiators’ fates hung by a thread, ready to be snatched away at any moment.

Ordinarily, once someone became a Gladiator, it was almost impossible to leave.

Gladiators without strength would quickly die under the claws or in the gaping maws of mutated beasts. As for the powerful ones, although their living conditions might be better, they were their slave master’s cash cows and could never leave the arena.

But this man had managed to escape the fate of a Gladiator and appear in October Town, which Bena found a little surprising.

He studied Munich carefully, trying to find some clue about him.

"You said you were once a Gladiator. How did you escape that life?" Bena asked.

A flash of pain crossed Munich’s eyes. Clearly, that experience was not a pleasant one for him.

"I was originally one of the Mercenaries. I was captured in battle and forced to become a Gladiator."

Munich said in a low voice,

"My strength was decent enough, so I could always defeat the mutated beasts."

"To survive as long as possible, I always hid my true strength, making every fight look like a narrow escape."

"Later, the arena’s slave master provoked someone from the Academy. The slave master’s entire operation was uprooted, and we Gladiators were set free."

"After that, I wandered from place to place until I ended up here."

Munich looked at Bena.

"I don’t want to keep wandering with merchant caravans."

"If you’re willing to have me, I’m willing to join you."

Bena sympathized with Munich’s story and was also interested in his strength.

Gladiators were Warriors who had undergone rigorous training and been tested in real combat. Their fighting techniques and survival skills were exceptional.

If Munich truly had been a Gladiator, then his strength was not to be underestimated.

"May I test your abilities?" Bena asked.

Munich nodded in agreement.

Since the man claimed to be a powerful Gladiator, Bena decided to test his mettle personally. This way, he could see if the man was a clumsy liar or if he truly had some skill.

Bena stood up and motioned for Munich to follow him to the open space outside the tavern.

He didn’t want to fight inside the tavern and cause unnecessary trouble or damage.

Munich followed close behind, and the two of them arrived at a wide-open area outside the tavern.

Bena gestured for the surrounding crowd to move back, clearing a space for the impending fight.

Bena took off his jacket, revealing solid muscles.

After training for so long, Bena’s physical condition had far surpassed that of an ordinary human; he was starting to cross the threshold into the inhuman.

He stretched his limbs, producing a series of sharp CRACKS. The muscles over his bones rippled like flowing water, creating an exaggerated sense of rhythm.

He drew the short sword and round shield from his back.

Munich, in turn, drew a greatsword. Its wide blade glinted with a cold light.

He tightened his grip on the hilt, his eyes flashing with fighting spirit.

Munich was also very experienced in combat. Just by seeing Bena warm up, he knew his opponent was no simple character.

The two exchanged a look, then immediately launched into a fierce clash.

Munich’s Swordsmanship was broad and powerful. Every swing whistled through the air as if it could split the very wind.

Bena countered with agile footwork and exquisite bladework, his short sword and round shield working in concert for both offense and defense.

The two clashed fiercely in the open space outside the tavern. Amid flashing blades, the clang of metal on metal was incessant.

The more Bena fought, the more alarmed he became. He found Munich’s strength and speed to be astonishing. Each swing was heavy and powerful, as if it could shatter mountains and split stone.

Moreover, his combat technique was superb. Every attack aimed for a vital point, with no wasted movements.

Bena decided to change tactics. He began to press the attack, his short sword becoming a blur of cold light striking at Munich’s vitals.

The fighting spirit in Munich’s eyes intensified. He swung his greatsword even more rapidly, parrying Bena’s attacks one by one.

Their battle grew more intense. The surrounding crowd was dazzled, cheering for the skill both men displayed.

Just as their fight reached a fever pitch, Bena suddenly changed his move, his short sword flicking upward in a diagonal thrust aimed straight at Munich’s throat.

A flicker of surprise crossed Munich’s eyes, but he quickly regained his composure, blocking Bena’s short sword with a horizontal sweep of his greatsword.

However, Bena’s move was just a feint. His real target was Munich’s wrist.

The short sword twisted, stabbing directly at the wrist of Munich’s sword hand.

Munich couldn’t react in time and could only loosen his grip, letting his greatsword fall to the ground.

Bena didn’t press his advantage. Instead, he withdrew his short sword and gestured for Munich to pick up his greatsword and continue the fight.

A hint of gratitude flashed in Munich’s eyes. He picked up his greatsword, and the two clashed once more.

This time, Munich was clearly more reserved. He no longer fought with such broad, sweeping attacks, instead focusing more on defense and counter-attacks.

Bena also changed his tactics, no longer attacking relentlessly but starting to look for an opening in Munich’s defense.

The two went back and forth, the fight becoming a stalemate. The surrounding crowd held their breath, afraid of missing a single detail.

Just then, Bena suddenly quickened his offensive rhythm. His short sword became a series of afterimages, enveloping Munich completely.

Although Munich did his utmost to defend, Bena found an opening. The short sword came to a stop, its tip just two centimeters from his heart.

"I’ve lost."

Munich looked at the gleaming blade, sheathed his greatsword, and conceded defeat to Bena.

Munich, after all, was a Gladiator who had clawed his way through life-and-death struggles.

A moment ago, he felt their strengths were about equal. However, seeing how easily Bena had halted his attack changed his mind.

He realized that Bena had been holding back the entire time and hadn’t used his full strength. Otherwise, he never could have controlled his movements with such ease.

’My own strength has always been terrifying; otherwise, I never would have survived so long in that bloody arena.’

’Yet this man, Bena, could face my terrifying strength and still hold back. It can only mean his power is likely greater than my own.’

Bena retracted his short sword and clapped Munich on the shoulder:

"You’re very strong. Welcome to the team."

Munich nodded, a resolute look in his eyes:

"I will contribute all my strength to the shelter."

In the following days, Bena and his team continued to post recruitment notices in October Town while also searching for potential talent within the town.

Under Bena’s leadership, Zhou Mei, Hawke, Neil, and Zhou Yiming all did their part, hoping to bring fresh blood to the shelter.

While Bena and the others were recruiting in October Town, Ye Yun was also monitoring the new shelter’s development.

After building the warehouse and dormitories, the Blood Saber Factory’s development gained more and more momentum.

Ye Yun immediately opened the building list and began constructing more facilities in the Blood Saber Factory.

He built more dormitories to increase the new shelter’s population cap.

As the various facilities were built, both the population cap and the security of the Blood Saber Factory were significantly improved.

Ye Yun believed that as long as he continued to invest resources and manpower, he could develop this new shelter quickly.

Meanwhile, Bena’s team had also achieved some results in October Town.

After several days of recruiting and screening, they found a few promising young people.

Although these youths had limited strength for now, Ye Yun believed that given enough time and resources, they would surely grow into the shelter’s core strength.

After all, training rooms could be built in the shelter.

As long as they had enough potential and good innate qualities, their development was just a matter of time.

Seeing that the fifth crisis was drawing ever closer, Bena finally concluded this round of recruitment.

He looked at the newly recruited personnel behind him and nodded in satisfaction.

The recruitment period hadn’t been very long, but they had managed to gather a decent number of people.

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