The swords and knives were constantly clashing, and the young man's body shape and steps changed accordingly, with a certain special pattern.
In the angry golden eyes of the two men, the high fighting spirit turned into actual sparks. The wind was cut, and the tip of the knife pressed against the equally sharp tip of the knife. The harsh metal friction sound produced made people's scalp numb.
Li Longyuan did not intend to activate the dragon bone state, nor did he intend to use the spirit of speech. He just relied on his physical fitness to fight against the strong golden-haired man in front of him.
Caesar is a rare opponent, just like the bellows and charcoal furnace for tempering swords, which can help him further understand the order of bones in the body, become proficient in force-generating techniques, and improve the state of the keel.
Of course, some people become more courageous as they fight, while others feel inexplicable.
Caesar now has mixed feelings in his heart. Even if the modern forging process of the three-edged epee bayonet in his hand is extraordinary, it is not as comfortable as Dictado's.
The most important thing is that the opponent used his own hunting knife to chop him, and he did it so vigorously and smoothly, which made him feel even more uncomfortable.
Although he was thinking this in his mind, Caesar's movements in his hand were not slow at all. He grasped the handle of the knife with the metal hemispherical guard and stabbed forward, which was a typical thrust in Western fencing.
The hunting knife slashed down, directly cutting the military bayonet made of fine steel into two pieces.
Caesar's face twitched slightly, and he smashed down half of the sharp blade in his hand again, as if it was going to penetrate the boy's heart.
The sudden damage to his weapons made him realize that the time had come for a desperate fight, and his pride did not allow him to lose like this.
The smooth and mirror-like fracture of the military spur shimmers with cold light. Even if it is broken, it can still pose a substantial threat.
Dick Tuduo pulled over with his backhand, and Li Longyuan slashed diagonally from bottom to top with an astonishing speed and power. This time, he cut directly on the fragile butt of the sword, and the remaining half of the silver-bright and sharp bayonet was spinning in the air.
, then flew out feebly and fell to the ground with a clanking sound.
Caesar only held a guarded knife handle in his hand, and in his heart ten thousand alpacas were galloping past.
But he still punched down, even though the hunting knife might twist his arm to pieces. Under the gray-blue combat uniform, his body as strong as marble gradually stretched, and the broad back opened and closed, causing unimaginable movements.
The power far exceeds the limits of ordinary people.
What he is best at is hand-to-hand combat!
Li Longyuan flicked his palm and directly pushed Dick into the far wall. This was a rare sparring match. He needed to use this whetstone to find out his problems.
The two fists then hit each other hard, and the tough bones and skin temporarily isolated the pain. Caesar groaned and backed away. The handsome boy in front of him was like a savage beast with astonishing strength. In just a short exchange, he was defeated
The bones in his hands were numb from the shock.
Let’s test our skills again.
With fists and legs raised, the entire rooftop has now become a battlefield for the two of them. Every body part has become a weapon capable of killing people. Only the dull sound of physical contact constantly sounds from the arena, and the fists hit the flesh.
The fists tore through the air and created strong winds. The two of them exerted their fighting skills with all their strength. Every palm and every elbow was filled with deadly murderous intent.
Bajiquan, Bengquan!
The handsome boy adopted a weird posture to exert force. While lunging forward, his right fist came straight out and hit Caesar's strong pecs like a dragon swimming across the river.
"boom!"
Caesar was immediately hit by the force and fell on his back, and began to cough violently.
The Baji of Bajiquan originates from "Huainanzi·Zhen Xingxun" of the Han Dynasty, "Between heaven and earth, there are the eight Jis of Kyushu". Today it means "the energy can reach the farthest places in all directions".
Its movements are unpretentious and powerful, making it the most ferocious killing punch in ancient China.
Caesar also underestimated the distance of this direct punch in an instant and did not react, so he was defeated so quickly.
But the battle is over, not really.
The handsome young man looked back, coldly pulled out a Type 92 automatic pistol from his waist, and prepared to shoot from a distance of a hundred meters.
The girl who handed Caesar the knife before ignored his warning and continued to raise the M24 sniper rifle and aim it at herself.
"Let her go, I admit defeat."
Caesar sat half-sitting on the ground and coughed again, and smiled helplessly.
"You will lose if you don't admit defeat."
The boy turned around and said seriously. He looked like a arrogant child who had a strong desire to compete in games.
Caesar was rarely angry. He even felt that the boy in front of him had the potential to become a qualified tyrant. The Gattuso family elders may be looking forward to such a person to lead the family.
It's a pity that the girl didn't understand Caesar's kindness at all, and still pulled the trigger her own way, wanting to shoot herself a hundred meters away with a pistol. What's the trick?
Deafening gunshots rang out, and the boy turned around faster than a sniper rifle bullet, directly picking up Caesar from behind and using him as a human shield. The red anesthesia mist exploded from his strong pectoralis major, and he scored twice.
The amazing assist from his teammates made the Italian nobleman's eyes darken and he fainted.
At the same time, Li Yongyuan held up the Type 92 automatic pistol and coldly pulled the trigger. Bullets hit the girl who was kneeling one after another. The huge impact made her body tremble like a sieve, and her gray-blue combat uniform was covered with bullets.
Bright red "blood stains".
"Really, there's no pity at all, it's not fun."
The beautiful red-haired girl under the combat mask curled her lips. Until the moment she fell to the ground unconscious, bullets were still whizzing towards her with deadly accuracy.
The boy's magnificent golden dragon eyes opened angrily became the last thing she saw, and it was so cold that it made her heart tremble. This was the fate she deserved for provoking the majesty of the monarch.
After firing all the bullets in the straight magazine, the field of Yanling Wind King's Eyes is closed. He precisely grasps the flow speed and direction of the wind to keep the trajectory of the pistol bullets from deflecting after the range exceeds fifty meters. For Yanling, the ballistic trajectory will not deviate.
The use of spiritual power has reached the point of perfection.
Before the freshman Lion King had time to establish his future dominance in the war with the Lion Heart Society, he was pulled off the throne by the sudden arrival of the True King. Wow, that’s a bit miserable!
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! At this moment, Lao Wang's experience is equally miserable, but of course, more decent than Caesar's.
Chu Zihang and Anwar were both holding swords at the moment, standing calmly on the rooftop and blowing in the wind. It was not that they had finished the fight, but they really did not have the strength to continue swinging the swords, so they could only continue to use their eyes and momentum to force their opponents.
The dark red combat uniform of this Middle Eastern man was damaged everywhere, and his wild, lion-like eyes dimmed.
Every scratch on the clothes represents a wound. If they hadn't both maintained their sense and sense of proportion, both of them would have been equally scarred and stained with blood.
"You are very powerful. I am very happy to meet such a brave junior when I am about to enter my senior year. He looks like a newborn lion on the grassland!"
Anwar looked at the cold boy in black in front of him with admiration, as if he saw his successor. With him, the new student who was as proud as the ancient Roman emperor would probably not be able to take away the Lionheart Club's foundation and venue.
It takes some effort.
Chu Zihang didn't reply coldly. The blood agitation caused by the battle just now has not yet calmed down. He vaguely felt that there was still a new layer of power that could be developed, but he could not control it at the moment.
"President, the battle is over."
A member of the Lionheart Club called through a military headset. The man frowned. Are we still insisting on trying to determine who will fall first? We have no vision at all.
"The president of the student union was 'beheaded'."
As if his thoughts had been guessed, the man quickly added, his tone filled with unbelievable horror, but this was a fact.
"What?"
The man who was as calm and strong as a brown bear showed a shocked face for the first time. Even he had to admit that Caesar Gattuso was outstanding, but he was defeated like this, and he was completely defeated. It was not like him and Chu Zihang
Now it’s a lose-lose outcome.
This person is definitely stronger than the three of them, and more than one step ahead. This is the only thought in the man's heart.
"Your friend?"
Anwar raised his head and asked generally.
Chu Zihang could guess the general event from his expression just now, but he didn't expect that guy to behead him as well. Shoot the man first, shoot the horse, and capture the thief first, capture the king. As expected, Du Fu's "Nine Poems Before Going Out of the Fortress·Part 6" did not
White back.
The cold boy smiled, although the smile looked a little weird on his ice face.
"It seems that there are a lot of monsters among the freshmen who are about to enter the school."
Anwar thought this, as Tuoli's eyes quickly turned dark and he fell on his back.
A large part of the reason for supporting him is actually Caesar. He was afraid that the Lionheart Club would lose and the right to use Norton Hall would be taken away from him. Now that it's better, knowing that the other party is worse off than himself, it doesn't matter who the winner is.
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Chu Zihang leaned on Murasame and could barely stand. He was able to kill the veteran president of the Lion Heart Society before he officially entered school. Any other person would be proud of him.
"But this is not enough, far from enough." The cold boy cried in his heart as he fell weakly.
He will never forget the golden pupil hidden under the magnificent dark golden armor, the slowly raised spear made of twisted and tough branches of the world, the eight-legged horse with a sound like thunder and a shape like a hill.
The horse, that rainy night when it was pouring and running away alone in embarrassment.
He lost the most important person in his life.
"Odin!"
The cold boy had an unspeakable murderous intent on his face, and his consciousness quickly fell into darkness.
"What's the situation now?"
Someone posted a question on the Night Watch forum below the main post about the "Freedom Day" military exercise.
"Caesar and Anwar both lost."
Someone broke the news below. A simple sentence instantly aroused the curiosity of all the students who peeked at the screen. This was an unexpected situation that no one expected. Neither of the two parties that started the war won.
"Tell me upstairs carefully, what exactly happened?"
"Did someone discharge a black gun during the duel?"
"Then who is the winner of this game?"
…………
Posts like this are flooding in below.
"They are two Chinese preparatory students who have not yet entered school. The one who defeated Pinval is named Chu Zihang, and the one who defeated Caesar is named Li Longyuan." That person only said this, but gave almost all the information.
With the programming skills of students in this college, it would be almost a matter of minutes to hack into any website in the world that does not have a level five network information security system.
Soon, someone dug up all the information about Chu Zihang from elementary school to high school. He had titles such as the Demon King of Shilan, a basic swordsman, and someone who should be ranked number one on the list.
There are even group photos of him being forced to participate in a school dance with his classmates while holding a colorful ball and a small red flower on his forehead as a child.
"Wow, he has grown from handsome to mature and strong. My little brother is so cool."
"Looking forward to his formal admission."
…………
A girl's avatar left a message below, and it quickly attracted a wave of fans who like the little wolfdog.
"Where's Li Yongyuan? Have you found him?"
Someone else posted a question below.
"No such person has been found..."
Not long after I posted it, someone responded with an ID called Binary. You could tell by his name that he was an IT tycoon.