A tall and burly young man stood on the rooftop, his long golden hair blown by the wind, revealing rare blue eyes.
His facial features were as handsome as a chisel, and his gray-blue tight-fitting combat uniform could not hide his strong figure, just like the statue of David carved by the famous Italian Renaissance sculptor Michelangelo.
At this moment, the young man was pressing his hands on the metal railing of the rooftop, looking down at the battlefield below, with a faint smile on his face. He looked more like an approachable emperor than a gentle boy next door.
Caesar Gattuso, the heir to the Gattuso family and one of the directors of the Cassel College, the patriarch of the European Secret Party, was named after the famous tyrant in the history of ancient Rome.
In the distant sky, young men wearing white shirts were jumping quickly between the rooftops of small buildings. The MP5 submachine guns in their hands continued to spray fierce flames, and large numbers of student union members fell to the ground.
In the end, the boy passed through five levels and defeated six generals until he came here, and all the ammunition for his submachine gun was used up.
"Member of Lionheart?"
Caesar looked with interest at the handsome young man standing on the rooftop opposite. This war finally welcomed an interesting person. He had been lonely for too long.
"Are you the supreme commander of this academy's military operation?"
The visitor did not answer Caesar's question, but asked instead.
"The current student union president of Kassel College, Caesar!"
Not only was this blond Italian man not angry, but he actually felt a little strange.
Anyone who dares to ignore his questions like this is usually either an illiterate fool or a respectable opponent.
His judgment was of course the latter. This young man had the same temperament as him, and had an emperor-like nobility cultivated since childhood. They were the same kind of people.
"Preparatory student, Li Yongyuan."
The handsome young man nodded and responded in the same way.
"I heard that you played the Desert Eagle well, take it out and have a look." The boy stood on the edge of the rooftop, facing the wind and said in a familiar voice. But the expression on his face was as if he was watching a stage crew, he smiled and clapped his hands and said to me,
Have fun.
"I generally don't like to use guns against unarmed people." Caesar's eyes narrowed, with the pride of an emperor.
"Just give me your command knife." Li Longyuan took aim at the long and narrow hunting knife beside the tall young man.
"Dictado? I really don't know what you think about someone like you who goes to the battlefield without weapons."
Caesar followed the young man's gaze and looked at the hunting knife decorated with dark gold and magnificent patterns, then picked it up and threw it away, not caring about this approach of staking the enemy.
In his opinion, this is recognition of the enemy and respect for himself.
The young man pushed the long sword out of its sheath and carefully observed the unique pattern on the sword, which was like a sand mandala, the legendary Higan flower lace.
Dictator, a famous dictator in the history of ancient Rome, held supreme power and controlled people's life and death, which indeed fits the meaning of this flower of hell.
The young man casually used this hunting knife to hold a sword, and the air was faintly cut and whistled, and it was extremely sharp. The gorgeous and exquisite appearance did not affect its practicality.
Li Longyuan remembered that he had watched a movie called "Ip Man: Zhang Tianzhi" before, and there was a classic line in it, "Seven steps away, the gun is fast, within seven steps, the punch is fast." It was paired with the protagonist's subwoofer-like voice.
The sound and deep technical skills are simply cool.
But now, not only was there a twenty-step difference between him and Caesar, but the two nearby teaching buildings also had Heavenly Slashing Demons that were more than three meters long. With only a half-meter-long hunting knife, it was really difficult to win.
But Li Longyuan would never think so much. Nothing could make him retreat. No matter what was in front of him, he could just cut it all.
The handsome young man simply started running on the rooftop, stepped hard with his feet, raised the hunting knife in his hand, and slashed down in the direction of Caesar.
He took the most unwise course of action and chose not to use the Word Spirit.
Caesar did not let down his guard because of this seemingly suicidal attack. He took out two golden desert eagles from the waist pockets on both sides of his combat uniform, raised his gun and shot the young man in the air.
The large-caliber Frigga bullet roars out with the roar of the barrel. The performance of this pistol actually has many flaws, such as high recoil and small magazine capacity.
But these problems are no problem in Caesar's hands. His good figure that can move a horse with his arms is enough to handle the impact of this continuous shooting.
Moreover, it has advantages that other pistols cannot match. It is powerful and has a muzzle kinetic energy close to 2000J. Even an ordinary rifle is no more than that.
Caesar's spear skills are very superb, even better than Si Yao, the elite of the branch family that Li Longyuan has seen. If what Si Yao pursues is to draw a gun and fire more bullets in an instant.
Then Caesar is more focused on maximizing the effectiveness of every bullet fired. Just like an excellent chess player in front of the chessboard, he is unwilling to make any waste. Every large-caliber Frigga bullet carries extreme purpose.
To block all possible paths forward for Li Yongyuan. The metal anesthetic bombs with huge kinetic energy forced him to retreat.
But of course Li Yongyuan, who was in the air now, couldn't retreat.
Ancient swordsmanship, shadow slash!
The Dictado raised in the hands of the handsome young man slashed down head-on with a speed that exceeded the human eye's ability to capture. The shape of this long, narrow and magnificent hunting knife began to blur in an instant, gradually extending from the handle to the tip, and divided into several parts.
The illusory bright knife shadow.
It seemed that what Li Yongyuan cut was not a straight and sharp vertical line, but an arc that could crush all metal objects coming towards him into pieces.
This is also true. All the large-caliber Frigga bullets that Caesar drew and fired were chopped off by this majestic hunting knife with silver light, and the red powder on the bullets exploded into red mist.
The illusory knife shadow instantly merged into one, attached to the real body of the hunting knife, and emerged from the diffuse red anesthetic mist.
With a smile on his face, the blond young man continued to fire the last bullet with both hands and rolled over on the spot. When the empty magazine he took out fell, he hooked his finger on the trigger and turned it slightly, and began to quickly load a new magazine.
, stood up and continued firing with both guns.
This chapter is not over, please click the next page to continue reading! Every time the Desert Eagle pistol plated with pure gold is fired, it is accompanied by the roar of angry flames. It is caused by the hammer hitting the thimble, and the thimble hitting the primer. The large-caliber Frigga
The bullet is pushed forward by a huge force in the barrel of the gun, crazily squeezing the air around the muzzle, creating a deafening shock wave.
But the "Dictradito" was still moving forward, splitting Frigga bullets one after another with precision and power under the wielder's wave, completely revealing the dictator's domineering majesty.
The sharp tip of the knife kept making tinkling sounds, and the metal bullet casings were chopped into the sky by various diagonal slashes with the knife, and then fell to the ground feebly. None of them could really cause substantial harm to the person behind the sword.
The handsome young man arrived at the rooftop opposite, pointed his long and narrow hunting knife diagonally at the ground, leaned down slightly, and rushed forward quickly.
Within ten steps, the sword is sharp!
The young man's figure was like a vigorous cheetah, holding a knife, and he slashed forward like a shooting star. With the help of a moment's transformation of potential energy, he could split anything in front of him.
The metal railings on the edge of the rooftop were cut flatly, producing a noise like electric welding and violent sparks. Caesar promptly dropped the heavy Desert Eagle in his hand and nimbly dodged sideways, which gave him a chance to turn around.
He suddenly regretted that he had so boldly thrown his command sword to the young man in front of him before, which was like adding more power to a tiger.
"Caesar, take the knife."
Not far away, on the rooftop of the top floor, a figure wearing the same blue-gray combat uniform appeared, wearing a mask, and the voice sounded like a woman.
She threw a long and delicate three-edged heavy sword bayonet at Caesar.
Almost in the next second, a military dagger was swung by the handsome young man's right hand, and was thrown violently in the air. With a roar that cut the air, it was stuck half a meter in front of the woman's heel. The sharp blade flashed silver in the sunlight.
Glossy, it pierces the reinforced concrete floor so hard.
"Those who have nothing to do with it are eliminated."
The handsome boy turned around and looked at her, the flame in his golden eyes flashed away, like the most ferocious beast showing a threatening warning, causing the girl's legs to weaken slightly for a moment.
"It's not a gentleman to bully a girl."
Caesar, who gripped the military bayonet tightly, slightly adjusted his messy blond hair, and made a lunge forward gesture with the knife in a coquettish manner.
He is very confident when holding a weapon. What he has been good at since he was a child is fencing lessons. Even the old palace coach who once won the world championship was defeated by him in an honorable manner when he was eleven years old.
Li Longyuan turned his head again, grinning, showing his neat white teeth. It seemed that this guy had to re-evaluate himself.
Two men who looked like emperors raised their swords, approached at high speed, and then collided with each other. This was a real hand-to-hand encounter, and it was a collision between Western swordsmanship and Eastern swordsmanship.
The same outstanding elite mixed race, the same distinguished family background, the same young man with the same ideals.
It is very difficult to find someone who can compare with them in this world, whether as a rival or a friend, they will not feel lonely anymore.
On the rooftop of Kassel College, fierce fighting broke out in two places almost at the same time. The warring personnel also included the presidents of the two major societies holding the "Freedom Day" event.
This made the surviving subordinate members feel that they were somewhat redundant. When they saw the other party's combat personnel approaching, they were not as tense as before, but instead raised their hands to greet them enthusiastically.
What else to do?
People have gold and jade in front of them, so if you go up and fight on your own, it will be just like pism natare doces (the Latin translation means teaching fish to learn to swim, similar to Chinese sayings, swinging a big ax in front of Lu Ban's gate, and wielding a big sword in front of Guan Gong's gate, etc.).
What's more, he took out his white iPhone directly from the breast pocket of his combat uniform and took pictures while browsing the Night Watch forum. I have to say, how smart do you have to be to use a mobile phone as a goggles?
"Surprise! The Lionheart Club and the Student Council President encountered a mysterious and powerful enemy and are in a dire situation?"
The news headlines in today’s forum are still the same familiar formula and the same familiar taste.
Thanks to the unremitting efforts of sixth grader Fingel, he finally gathered a group of like-minded (colluding) paparazzi reporters in the college to search for gossip entertainment peripherals in the college.
He retained the position of Minister of Information with his dog-like keen awareness of gossipy news and his qualifications as a repeater.
As for why he was re-elected, it’s because he has stayed!
The spirit that has endured generation after generation and is as deeply rooted here as an old tree is touching. You ask him why he doesn’t leave, and he says that he loves this land so deeply! He wants to give all his light, all his The heat is all dedicated here.
It's pure nonsense, it's all because every door has failed and every door has been renovated, and it starts over and over again.
This was the first time that the college leaders were worried about a student failing to graduate. For a school like theirs that cultivates elite dragon slayers, there had never been such a precedent.
Of course, it is impossible for the school leaders to process Fingel's withdrawal from school. This will undoubtedly tarnish the reputation of Kassel College. It would be more reliable to tie this guy up secretly and find him a cremator for cremation.
What? Are you looking for Fingel? Sorry, our school has not had this person since its founding.
It is under the leadership of such an excellent minister that the Department of Information often uses eye-catching entries, in addition to the beautiful seniors with black stockings and innocent seniors with white stockings who are admired by countless boys, as well as tough guys who are popular among girls. Anwar, a high-quality single young man like Caesar.
Even the past love history of the bad old man with a beer belly, the vice-principal, was endlessly revealed, which shows the skill of Fen Dog.