Dictator, transliterated as "Dictator", was the supreme governor of the ancient Roman Republic during the extraordinary period. Perhaps the Gattuso family also had feelings for the heir when they gave this hunting knife as a gift to Caesar.
With the same meaning of expectations, during the period of growth, this military hunting knife accompanied its owner through high-pressure training again and again, creating sparks that would light up the entire childhood.
Caesar pounced like an eagle, Dictado's blade was his sharp beak, and he jumped towards Chu Zihang with an absolutely chilling will. Under the light of the colored window, Ju Yiwen slashed diagonally like a fallen leaf, cutting through
The light seemed to leave circles and ripples on it.
Dick pushed the shock on the blade of Ju Yimonji Zezong, and Chu Zihang felt a heavy pressure. Physics says that the greater the density of gas molecules, the higher the pressure, so high pressure will always flow to low pressure, with that real feeling
Waving your arms with a real sense of chilling, mobilizing every muscle fiber to slash at the enemy's neck with force and coldness!
In the first strength comparison, Chu Zihang was at a disadvantage. His jumping ability was slightly inferior to Caesar's. He was knocked down by the heavy blow of the hunting knife and fell into the neatly arranged seats under the church platform.
In the chair.
Caesar succeeded with the blow but did not pursue it. Instead, he stood on the spot with his brows furrowed and moved his hands that grasped the handle of Dick Tudor's knife. His fingers were gently squeezing to relieve the numbness caused by the shock.
, but what could not be relieved was the surprise welling up in his heart.
The emotion of surprise came from Chu Zihang's explosive power when he jumped up to fight him. Although he had the upper hand in the sword fight this time, he clearly understood that this did not mean that he had the upper hand physically.
Whether you are a mixed race or an ordinary person, any swordsmanship or swordsmanship cannot be separated from the most essential point, which is the competition of physical fitness.
Whether it was the ronin era in Japan or the samurai era in China, in any swordsmanship or swordsmanship, everyone must have the best physical fitness among their peers.
For example, all the real military commanders during the Three Kingdoms period were over 1.85 meters tall, and their muscular arms could move horses. However, what often killed the enemy was not their skills with weapons, but their sheer domineering physical fitness.
The knife weighs 82 kilograms and can be used to cut a person's body. The knife can break itself and cut off half of the body. This is a crushing force of absolute power.
For another example, take the portrait of Miyamoto Musashi left in ancient Japanese paintings. Miyamoto Musashi was about six feet long, so his real height should be 175cm. At that time, 1.4 meters and 1.5 meters were the common heights in Japan.
Next, he could beat the 154cm tall Kojiro Sasaki to death with a paddle in his hand. It’s no wonder he became a sword master.
Strength represents the terrifying pressure faced by the bearer. Sufficient strength brings absolute cutting speed. Among normal people, physical fitness can almost smooth out the differences in skills. This phenomenon appears even more among mixed-race species.
Obviously, in close combat, there is no doubt that the side with superior physical fitness will have an infinitely greater chance of winning.
In fact, when Caesar saw Chu Zihang walking into the church, his first impression of the man holding a Japanese sword was of Himura Kenshin in the anime "Rurouni Kenshin"... I can't help it, that samurai-like indifference
The belt was irritating, but after the actual fight, Caesar's impression of Chu Zihang changed. This guy is not Himura Kenshin. This guy is simply Sagara Sanosuke with the reverse blade sword!
In Japanese swordsmanship, the sword is drawn with three points of force. Almost everyone who is proficient in swordsmanship will follow this technique. This means that Chu Zihang's arm strength is only slightly inferior to Caesar's during the fight. If it is completely
If he lets go and presses hard, Caesar may not be able to defeat the opponent steadily, and this also means that the next battle will not be fought as quickly as he expected.
Could be a really troublesome opponent.
Caesar put away his original contempt, his eyes became serious, and he shook Dictado to cut the air and relieve the numbness in his hands.
In the first confrontation, both of them had a basic understanding of each other's level, and both understood that the other party was not just superficially domineering or pretending to be cool, but that he could stand until the end of the free day and there was something hidden in him.
Carrying some goods has its own pride.
Among the seats in the church, Chu Zihang stood on a row of chairs. The chrysanthemum characters in his hands were shaking. The blurry afterimage was of a copper spring being moved. However, the one that struck Dictado was shaking.
There are no traces of chipping of the blade, which means that the two ancient knives are equal in terms of alchemy technology.
He was not surprised that he was outclassed in the strength competition. In terms of body shape, he was also far behind Caesar. After all, he had never thought about developing into bodybuilding. Although his figure had never been out of shape, he was not as good as Caesar.
Compared to the chest muscle monster who couldn't even stretch out the combat uniform in front of him, he was still much inferior.
You cannot win purely by strength. Although you may not lose, there are great risks.
Chu Zihang walked out of the seating area and slowly twisted his wrist, staring at Caesar's 'water moon'. He began to step cautiously, moving towards Caesar step by step, making every move without hesitation.
More than 30 centimeters, as if pacing, the tip of the knife is always pointed at the enemy with a cold light.
Caesar frowned as he looked at Chu Zihang who was slowly approaching. This was a standard Japanese kendo-style pressure. Tea ceremony, archery, kendo, etc. all pay attention to the word "quiet". He maintained himself in silence without any worries.
Flaws, constantly pressuring the opponent to expose the loopholes and then kill him with one blow.
Caesar, who was accustomed to opening and closing, and winning with reaction and strength, had a headache when faced with this serious comparison of sword skills. He could only watch Chu Zihang slowly approaching him, and the two
The safe distance continues to shrink until it approaches the dangerous red line.
The two were in a stalemate for about ten seconds, with the distance from each other not more than one meter, and both of them couldn't help but hold their breath.
Chu Zihang stared at the bridge of Caesar's nose, as if waiting for something. Suddenly, the moment Caesar's nose twitched slightly, his whole body shot out with a 'clop' sound like a bowstring stretched to the extreme.
——That was the noise caused by his school uniform jacket.
He has been waiting for Caesar to take a breath. When any situation reaches a certain level of stalemate, both parties in the stalemate will not be able to help but hold their breath. Just like a sniper when aiming, it can greatly improve the concentration and accuracy of the attack.
This is a human habit.
And Chu Zihang took advantage of this habit. When Caesar held his breath to the limit, he subconsciously twitched his nose to breathe in fresh air. The moment his brain was intoxicated with oxygen and distracted, he launched an attack!
The Kikuichimonji norimune sword is considered to be extremely long among Japanese swords, while the Dicktado is only about half a meter. In terms of sword length, Chu Zihang had the advantage. He took advantage of this and slashed at Caesar.
His wrist was so ruthless that he was just rushing to depose Caesar first!
Kendo is inherently a cruel and cold killing technique. When fighting against an enemy, victory cannot be achieved only by chopping off the opponent's head. Most practical kendo's preferred attack route is the enemy's wrists and ankles. Cutting off the palms or soles of the feet will effectively break them off.
There is almost no difference between heads, the outcome is determined by victory or defeat!
Caesar's reaction was not slow even when his face changed. Even though he lost the opportunity, he calmly withdrew and pushed out the hunting knife stand. But when Ju Yiwen fell on the hunting knife he had set up, his heart suddenly trembled.
Suddenly, because Chu Zihang's strength was too light, this knife was not intended to cut off his hand at all, but a feint attack!
When Kikuichimonozume slashed Diklato, no sparks were erupted. Instead, the soft object bounced up strangely, as if it had hit a rubber tire. With the power of Caesar's block, it instantly rose up. Completed
The starting position of kasaya chop!
At this time, Chu Zihang had already raised the knife and rushed towards Caesar's inner circle fiercely like a hyena. The cold light fluttering in his black pupils seemed to cut open the man in front of him bloody. He quickly lowered his head to avoid Caesar's rescue.
The hunting knife slashed at his head, and the chrysanthemum in his hand suddenly slashed down. The strong wind at the speed of the falling arm pressed the school uniform firmly on his arm, drawing out the lines of his arm muscles!
At this time, Caesar's excellent fighting sense also clearly understood that if he retreated, he would be hit by a full-force cassock chop. The kid in front of him was more ruthless than he imagined, and there would be no chance of holding back.
The slashing knife was about to turn red when it fell, and the second attack almost drove him to death.
In an almost desperate situation, Caesar made an operation that ordinary people would never dare to think of. He took the initiative to step on the diagonal church seat and boldly faced it. Just looking at it made people scalp.
Feeling numb, he pounced on the cassock that was coming towards him. He raised his left hand and pushed it hard, and actually accurately and accurately caught the falling Kikuichimonji norizonso sword.
The blade stopped almost close to his nose, slicing the epidermal layer of the tip of Caesar's nose only a centimeter away before it turned red.
Chu Zihang did not insist on pressing the knife down to slice Caesar's face. Instead, he immediately changed his grip on the knife and pushed it forward... but did not push Caesar. After his killing move was blocked by the opponent, Chu Zihang
After taking the risk to break open, the only thing that can follow is the opponent's counterattack that seizes the opportunity.
Although the Japanese sword has a large cutting range, it can limit the samurai's sword swings if it is close to the body. This is why every samurai carries a ribs around his waist for close combat, but Chu Zihang now only has a chrysanthemum and one moji norimune.
There is no gap, and being pulled into the distance is actually detrimental to himself!
At this distance, long weapons were of little use. Caesar immediately gave up Dictado, threw away the only alchemy weapon that could compete with Kikuichimonji norimune, and reached out to draw the weapon hanging on his waist.
An alloy dagger, but Chu Zihang's reaction was no less than his. He slapped it with his right hand and pressed it to death. Caesar grabbed the handle of the dagger on the back of his hand to prevent him from pulling it out.
The movements of the two people at this moment are no different from "horse steps". The muscles of their legs are as hard as steel and rooted in the ground. The hand holding the dagger wants to pull it out, and the hand holding the back of the hand presses in, chrysanthemum.
The blade of Ichimonji Sect kept getting closer to Caesar's face, and Caesar's palm holding the blade was almost bleeding from the pressure.
In the end, it turned out to be a violent situation. The dagger was pulled out and Chu Zihang was stabbed to death; Ju Yiwen Zezong was suppressed and Caesar's head was split open.
Both of them were exerting different powers with their hands, and their faces were almost bleeding. They were staring at each other's eyes that were gradually turning golden, just like a lion and a tiger competing for the sharpness of their fangs, locking each other's neck with all their strength.
He used all his strength to drive his masseter muscles, and his entire body exuded a fierceness that meant he would either die or live.
In the end, it was Chu Zihang who forcibly ended the strength competition, because he felt that he could no longer suppress Caesar. This blond man was really like a lion, full of vigorous power. Under the unreserved force, that
The body muscles are not just beautiful. Chu Zihang may not lose in terms of explosive power, but he has to admit that Caesar does have the advantage in terms of endurance.
Chu Zihang suddenly pulled Caesar's wrist holding the dagger, and brought him to the ground with him, hitting him with a headbutt, but he didn't expect that Caesar actually thought of him together, and the two of them
The people's heads tilted back to accumulate strength and then collided with each other. Their forehead bones made a terrifying sound, their brains were shaken instantly and their eyes were black.
Even when Caesar fell to the ground and was suppressed by Chu Zihang, he did not forget to place the dagger on Chu Zihang's neck. Chu Zihang grabbed the opponent's wrist holding the dagger and did not let go. He used all his strength to stab Chu Zihang.
He pressed down, his eyes turned black, and at the same time he let go of Kiku Ichimonji Norimune and punched him down.
Before Caesar's vision recovered, he couldn't see where the fist came from, but his ears could vaguely hear the sound of the wind. Several cracks were made in the floor tiles next to his head, and Chu Zihang's finger bones hit the ground with a crisp sound.
There was a sound, and the blood on the skin soaked into the gaps between the floor tiles. He pulled it out with the skin intact and started to hit Caesar a second time without hesitation. This time, he hit Caesar firmly in the face.
Caesar took a punch and his head became inexplicably clearer. He could see Chu Zihang clearly on his body. He grabbed the opponent's collar and pulled him towards him. He burrowed down. This was a counterattack technique in fighting class.
If the person being dragged does not handle the situation properly, he will be hit on his face and hit the ground, or at least suffer a comminuted fracture of the bridge of his nose.
Then Chu Zihang's face did hit the ground, but not from the front, but from the side, but it was so painful that his whole body was almost hit on the floor. He never expected that Caesar would be tough enough to fight back effectively in this situation.
The only person who took such a punch from him was Lancelot. That guy is probably still sleeping peacefully in the sycamore forest.
Caesar quickly got up from the ground, blinked hard and tried to wake up. He spat out blood and found that there was actually a tooth wrapped in it. He couldn't help but look at Chu Zihang, who was also getting up slowly and rubbing his cheeks, with something wrong on his face. He
After moving his upper and lower jaws, he kicked Kikuichi Monji Norizon on the side. The long knife spun and landed at Chu Zihang's feet, "Continue."
Chu Zihang picked up the chrysanthemum, Zong Bao jumped up and slashed with his sword. At this time, both sides seemed to let go. Caesar also twitched Dictado and slashed him on the head. In just a few dozen seconds, the two of them started to fight.
He made dozens of slashes, relying entirely on instinct for attack and defense. The blades collided with each other, making a dull and horrifying sound like iron. Anyone who made one mistake would definitely end up losing his arm.
Maybe it was because Chu Zihang's face hit the ground so hard that he didn't recover, and his strength in swinging the sword was somewhat reduced. On the contrary, Caesar hit harder and harder, and gradually began to suppress Chu Zihang's passive retreat defense.
During a knife hunt, the chrysanthemum in Chu Zihang's hand was almost rolled up by the blade of the hunting knife and lifted up to the sky.
Chu Zihang took three steps back, and Caesar took three steps forward. He cut with a knife and tried to seal his throat. However, Chu Zihang bumped into him without dodging, and he swung his right hand like a whip, as if he was going to use all his strength to chop out.
A knife. Just when Caesar was about to parry this obvious blow, his waist was suddenly struck by a huge force. He took a breath to hold back the pain, and at the same time, his eyes were filled with tears.
Violently, Dictado accelerated his fall!
At this moment, a gunshot rang out, and the deafening sound of gunfire filled the entire church.
The Dictado in Caesar's hand erupted into a cloud of red mist. The huge impact of the bullet caused the hunting knife to fall sideways. The falling back of the knife smashed a corner of the church seat into pieces, sending sawdust flying.
Chu Zihang seized the opportunity and kicked Caesar in the chest. Just as he was about to pounce, four bullets hit his feet, and the rising red mist forced him to retreat.
At the stairs of the church, the girl with dark red hair held a sniper rifle in one hand and raised the Glock in her right hand and pointed it at Chu Zihang, "Don't move."
Chu Zihang was stunned for a few seconds, then took a step back without saying a word and raised his hands.
It is impossible for him to win in a two-on-one situation with fire support.
“I didn’t let you interfere.”
Caesar, whose chest was tight after being kicked on the ground, coughed twice violently, climbed up and looked at Chen Motong on the stairs behind him, his voice a little cold.
“If I hadn’t intervened, the knife strike just now might have killed someone.” Chen Motong said calmly without putting down the pistol he held.
"I am sensible." Caesar said calmly, "You don't need to intervene. There is still a problem outside the door. If you are interested, go and solve the problem outside."
Before Chen Motong could say anything, the door of the church was suddenly opened from the outside. She immediately turned her gun and pointed it at the door. When she saw the person walking in quickly, her expression froze.
As if he had seen a ghost, he subconsciously pulled the trigger and poured out all the bullets in the magazine in one go.
"What's going on?" Mandy rushed in outside the church and yelled. She was hit in the head by a bullet from a magazine. The first bullet accurately hit her head, and blood mist continued to burst out all over her body.
All his limbs danced, and he lay stunned on the ground, his face covered with blood and a mask.
Chen Motong stared blankly at the strange blond girl on the ground. She realized that she had hit her teammates hard, and she couldn't help but be a little dazed. At this time, she was also patted on the shoulder from behind. When her expression changed, she was about to pull out the tactical dagger, but only then
The wrist that grabbed the handle of the knife was immediately twisted, and he stood on tiptoes in pain, "It hurts, it hurts."
Both Caesar and Chu Zihang looked up at Lin Nian, who was standing behind Chen Motong on the stairs. Lin Nian held the red-haired girl's wrist with one hand and looked at them. Finally, his eyes fell on Caesar, "You
people?"
“Yes,” Caesar admitted.
“Broken rules.” Lin Nian glanced at the red mist in front of Chu Zihang’s feet.
“I know,” said Caesar.
Lin Nian looked down at the girl in front of him who was forced to stand on tiptoes as if dancing ballet. His eyes stayed on the girl's red hair for a while and then said, "Long time no see."
“It’s only been a month, not that long.”
Chen Motong's face was stiff, her whole body was as tight as a bow, and her curves were completely outlined. If it were normal times, she would probably be proud, but now there is a god of plague standing behind her. Now she just wants to go directly
fainted.
Lin Nian took off the Glock in her hand, checked the empty magazine, and reinserted it into her weapon bag. He glanced at the girl and said, "You can interpret it as a public revenge."
“I know.” Chen Motong seemed to realize what was going to happen next, and her face tightened.
“It’s good to know.”
Chen Motong held back his breath and raised his foot to step back, ready to lean back and hit Lin Nian's chin to fight back, but Lin Nian anticipated it in advance and raised his foot to chop Chen Motong's leg in front of him.
Chen Motong lost her balance and knelt down, with her little face pressed together in pain. The flying elbow hit her chin directly, causing her whole body to spin twice, breaking the guardrail and flying away.
When he got out, Lin Nian reached out and grabbed his ankle while he was still in the air. He was hung in front of the stairs with a bang, and his long dark red hair fell silently on his back.
It was a very disgraceful walk, but at least it was easy to faint.
“Don’t you know each other?” Caesar was a little dazed looking at this powerful combination of punches, with a strange look on his face.
“I just met her once.” Lin Nian pulled Chen Motong back and threw her on the stairs. “I didn’t expect that she was actually your sniper.”
“It is the tradition of the student union that the able ones rise to the top.”
“Oh, no wonder he shot me.” Lin Nian nodded, “How long do you have until this is over?”
“It’s over.” Chu Zihang was about to say something, but Caesar spoke in advance.
He threw the Dick Tudo in his hand to the ground, glanced at Chu Zihang lightly, and touched his waist. Lin Nian's eyes also fell on his waist, and he found that there was a trace of blood that had not yet dissipated.
Clear knife marks.
At the moment before Chen Motong fired, the outcome of the battle was actually decided, and Chu Zihang hit Caesar in advance.
“The back-to-back sword is a very common sword technique.” Chu Zihang said.
“What hand did you change when you raised the sword behind your back?”
“Yes, that’s the only way to kill you before you kill me. Even if I can’t kill you, I can still open your belly.”
Caesar was silent for a while, then raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, looked directly at Chu Zihang, "Name?"
“When asking others to state their names, you should state your own first.” Chu Zihang said.
“Okay, Caesar Gattuso.”
“Chu Zihang.” Chu Zihang stretched out his hand.
Caesar looked at the hand, did not avoid it, shook it lightly, and the two parties separated.
“Isn’t it appropriate for you to be awake?” Lin Nian said suddenly and abruptly on the stairs.
“What?” Caesar turned back to look at Lin Nian. At this time, Chu Zihang, who was behind him, also patted Caesar on the shoulder at Lin Nian’s signal.
As soon as Caesar turned around, a fist appeared in his eyes. The punch caused his whole body to spin half a circle and fell to the ground. A tooth was also thrown out.
The campus finally fell silent. The colored glass shone through the sunlight between Chu Zihang and Caesar lying on the ground. There was blood on each other's faces. Two teeth lay quietly on the ground. Lin Nian looked at him from
He went up and down the stairs and picked up the two teeth in front of the fainted Caesar.
“Two.” Chu Zihang said.
“Two.” Lin Nian nodded.
Both men looked down at Caesar and nodded as if nothing was wrong. The former even lightly clenched his fist and shook it.