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The war was won. The occupation of Salerno connected the Roman inland with the coastline, and there was no need to worry about the Samnites harassing the coast. The entire Campania Plain belonged to Rome from then on!

The Samnites did not panic because they still had a large territory and army. On the one hand, they sent out legions, and on the other hand, they sent envoys to intimidate the Senate and even demanded that Rome pay a sky-high ransom to redeem Consul Rutulus.

The Senate flatly refused and vowed to march to the Samnite capital, force their consuls to kneel down and surrender, and send their own consuls back safely.

The already broken relationship became even worse, and the Samnites began a new round of recruitment, preparing more forces to destroy Rome.

Zhao Yuanlang and Silanus were recalled by the Senate, and they didn't know what was waiting for them. But Zhao Yuanlang was really happy, because he had picked up a commander's head and 7 centurion heads in the Battle of Salerno, and he was very happy.

In the end, Silanus was appointed Governor of Campania by the Senate because of his outstanding military achievements, in charge of the military and political affairs of the entire Campania; and Zhao Yuanlang was appointed Tribune because of his aristocratic status and his amazing performance, and stayed in Rome.

Zhao Yuanlang knew that he seemed to be promoted to the position of tribune for two reasons: First, in order to prepare for this war, the Roman treasury was almost empty, many people began to be dissatisfied, the country began to be in chaos, and various problems surfaced. Under the instigation of several ambitious people, Rome might revolt. If he was in Rome, the heads of those high-ranking people would be guaranteed. Second, he was promoted too quickly, and he had a particularly good relationship with Silanus. Sooner or later, he would enter the Senate and check Silanus' power from now on.

In the Colosseum (note, not the Roman Colosseum, which was not built until 72 AD, but there was a Colosseum before), Zhao Yuanlang, shirtless, looked at a group of gladiators around him, including Romans who were chasing glory and many slaves who were captured because of defeat.

Many nobles in the stands were shouting and cheering wildly, while many young girls and ladies were looking at Zhao Yuanlang with shining eyes.

After all, Zhao Yuanlang was nearly two meters tall, with muscular torso on his naked upper body. Because he had applied a layer of oil before the battle, his originally dark skin looked even more muscular. Many young girls and ladies even unconsciously scanned Zhao Yuanlang's lower body, who was only wearing a battle robe.

The other gladiators in the arena were not very happy. First, they were jealous. After all, the man in front of them had been squatting in the arena for more than a month. He fought every day, whether in groups or alone, and he had never lost. Second, they were afraid. Looking at the giant mace made of a big tree in the other's hand, everyone felt a chill all over their body.

Zhao Yuanlang looked at the foot fighters loosely surrounding him, smashed the huge sword in his hand into the ground in front of him, and shouted: "Come on! Hurry up! You cowards!"

The others who were ready to make a move couldn't help but tremble when they saw the wooden maces, which were thicker than their thighs, smash a big hole in the ground. Some even took several steps back.

What a bunch of cowards! Zhao Yuanlang spat in disdain, picked up the mace in front of him, shouted, and rushed towards the stunned crowd.

After Zhao Yuanlang smashed the best gladiator in the Colosseum to pieces with his mace, most people were so scared that they dropped their weapons and tried to escape from the arena crying.

Unfortunately, the arena would not open unless there was only one person left. Many slaves with shackles on their hands tried to climb up the wall and escape from the arena, but they were stabbed to death one by one by the guards with spears.

The battle ended very quickly. After Zhao Yuanlang smashed the last gladiator's head into a pulp, the entire arena fell silent.

Zhao Yuanlang waved the broken mace in his hand and shouted with red eyes: "Who else!"

The people in the audience seats of the Colosseum cheered wildly, and many young ladies and ladies threw the flowers and scarves in their hands to Zhao Yuanlang.

Many people in the Senate frowned. They knew that if they could not stop Zhao Yuanlang, he would be awarded the title of warrior and would gain more support in the army in the future. It seemed that they had to go all out. Several leading nobles in the Senate whispered to each other.

As the cheers in the arena faded, a representative of the Senate looked at Zhao Yuanlang who was packing up and shouted, "Lantes! We in the Senate are willing to call you a brave man. You have earned our respect. I wonder if you are interested in challenging a giant beast. If you succeed, we will grant you the title of the first warrior! As a hero of our Rome! We Rome, our Roman citizens, and our Roman Senate will all be proud of you!"

Zhao Yuanlang nodded. In his heart, he actually knew what the people in the Senate wanted to do. He didn't say anything, but indicated that he accepted it, because his primary battle cry skill was about to be upgraded to an intermediate battle cry.

"Lantes"

"Lantes"

The arena was boiling with excitement.

As the gate of the arena slowly opened, a huge cage covered with cloth was slowly pushed out with the efforts of more than a dozen people.

Growling and roaring sounded in the cage.

The others left the arena quickly. The last person tremblingly opened the lock of the cage, turned around and was about to run, but was slapped to the ground by a giant beast out of the cage, and then his chest was torn apart with a bite.

What a huge lion! Zhao Yuanlang looked at the beige beast. Although he had seen it in the zoo, it was definitely not this big. After all, lions are also first-class protected animals in the Federation, and there are not many original species brought from the earth.

The people in the stands had already let out low cries. Many women turned their heads away, unable to bear to watch the beast tearing humans apart. Blood was dripping.

The commentator in the stands, the Senate representative, shouted: "This is the descendant of the Nemean lion (the giant lion killed by Hercules)! It took us nearly a hundred people and many traps to capture it. No one could subdue it!"

The Senate representative paused, then pointed with his finger: "This is the pride of our Rome, the nemesis of the Samnites, the superstar of the Colosseum, our undefeated warrior, Lantes. This game will surely go down in history, let's cheer!"

The people in the audience cheered again.

However, an even louder roar was heard, and the giant lion seemed dissatisfied. It raised its huge head and continued to roar with its huge mouth full of blood.

Zhao Yuanlang looked cautiously at the giant lion not too far away from him. There was a trace of sweat in his palms, and he couldn't help but tighten his mace.

The giant lion seemed to have discovered that there was a human standing in front of him, which was a provocation to him. He decided to give the human in front of him an unforgettable death, which should be delicious.

So fast! Zhao Yuanlang was shocked and rolled to the side. It hurts! Zhao Yuanlang felt that his left arm was injured.

The people in the audience only felt a flash of yellow light, and then saw Zhao Yuanlang crawling up from the ground in a mess, with blood dripping from one arm. The people in the Senate in the audience couldn't help but smile knowingly.

The giant lion licked its paws, it smelled so good, the flesh was so mellow, and its eyes couldn't help but turn greener when it looked at Zhao Yuanlang. But it was hit by that human just now, and its butt hurt.

Zhao Yuanlang glanced at his left arm. He was seriously injured. A palm-sized piece of skin and a small amount of flesh had disappeared, and blood was flowing.