In the bell tower, Caesar looked at Angers in pajamas in front of him, pursed his lips, let go of his right hand, and hit the page hammer on the ground.
Angers raised his eyebrows: "Nicholas takes good care of his floor. You will trouble him a lot."
"But it doesn't matter, right, principal?" Caesar turned off the safety of the gun and threw it on the sofa aside: "Gattuso will compensate for all the losses."
Now, Caesar has disarmed. He and Angers are bare-handed. The two men are looking at each other. This is the look between the leaders of the new and old generations. They are both waiting, waiting for each other to reveal flaws.
"Fortunately, it's you who is here. Even if you are damaged, you can still recover, right?" Angers smiled so kindly, but the words he said made Caesar shudder. Under that kind of pressure, he moved.
There was no spirit of speech, no magic, no magic, just the simplest physical collision. Even though he was wearing silk pajamas, Ange's body was still as agile as a swift.
Fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee!
Facing Caesar's attack, Angers easily dodged sideways and hit Caesar's chest with his right uppercut. Angers's fighting style, even without the word spirit, was as fast as ever, so fast that the fist became an afterimage, in the darkness.
, that invisible shadow of a fist is more terrifying than a third-generation creature.
But will Caesar be afraid? As the eldest son of the Gattuso family and a dragonborn transformed by the platinum dragon god Bahamut himself, Caesar does not have the word fear in his dictionary.
Facing Ange's blow to his chest, Caesar did not dodge, but blocked Ange's attack with his own arms. The huge strength combined with the speed made his left arm almost paralyzed, but this
is worth it.
He has already rushed in front of Angers, and now it is time for him to take action.
Caesar knew very well that Angers would not give him a second chance like this. His body jumped high, and his strong core strength drove his body to rotate. Since he couldn't use his hands, he used his more powerful feet to kick!
Capoeira, commonly known as Brazilian war dance, is a martial art created by slaves in South America to resist their slave masters. The muskets at that time could not fire continuously, the reloading time was also very slow, and the slaves had their hands tied. In such a situation
In this duel, they only have one chance to rush to the slave owner's side, and then use their lives to launch a sacrificial blow.
Precisely because of this, this martial arts disguised as dance has a lot of self-sacrifice kicking skills, but almost no hand movements. This is a martial arts where the weak defeats the strong, and it is also a martial arts where life is sacrificed for good.
Now, Caesar will use this technology to defeat the slave owners at the top of Kassel and achieve true freedom.
Caesar's feet were tense, splitting the surrounding air as they rotated. He felt it now, felt the happiness brought by speed that Angers said. Caesar smiled, raised the corners of his mouth, and moved his feet straight towards Angers.
The heat kicked away from my temples.
At the moment when the kick was about to kick, Caesar turned his attention to Angers' face. At this time, what kind of expression would Angers have? Is it despair, appreciation, or...
neither.
Anger, he yawned, it was a boring yawn, this duel, for this old man who has been on the battlefield for decades, is really...
so boring!
But for Caesar, the yawn he tried so hard to cover up was the biggest insult to him. He tightened his waist and abdomen and kicked a few points faster.
Then, he saw the real top speed.
Without the spirit of speech, would Ange still be the strongest and fastest man?
No one knows, and no one dares to test it, but today, at this moment, Caesar knows that even without using the spirit of speech, Angers is still the fastest man.
He felt his ankle being caught and held by a warm hand, followed by an irresistible spin.
The terrifying force that could crush human skulls was as light as a feather in Angers' hands. Caesar's body spun and hit the ground under his control. Severe pain spread from all parts of his body, making Caesar feel that his
The body is like a piece of glass that was shattered in the battle just now.
"You shouldn't do that." Angers clapped his hands lightly, as if he was afraid of dusting off non-existent dust.
"No, this is the only way I can defeat you."
"But it's too slow."
"Too slow? As long as the power is strong enough, it will be fine."
Caesar stood up again and made a boxing stance. Angers smiled: "That's it, face me, don't use any tricks."
Angers' teaching philosophy is very simple, perhaps due to the influence of events that year. He always advocates living toward death, allowing students to face enemies that are almost impossible to win in the most realistic scenarios.
This is a common thing when slaying dragons, and it is also something these students will face every moment in the future.
And now, Angers is the dragon king who is impossible to defeat. He is infinitely powerful, as light as a swallow but as cunning as a fox. What Caesar needs most now is not strength, not speed, but courage, knowing that he cannot do anything but doing it.
The courage of it.
Under Angers' gaze, Caesar moved again, and all the bones in his body were moaning. A cross-shaped light appeared behind him, and the magic spell: Crusader Cloak was used inadvertently.
"Ah!" He roared angrily, and the divine magic attached to his body was eliminated by Caesar himself. He wanted to stand on an equal footing with Angers. The halo made a creaking sound and then dissipated in the air, but Caesar's momentum became more and more terrifying.
At the top of the bell tower, two figures intertwined, and their iron fists hit each other's bodies, making a frightening muffled sound.
Only Caesar himself knows that he is actually a coward who hates his family but is unwilling to leave. He uses his so-called honor to deceive himself. In the end, he is tied to a chariot by the family and becomes one.
While he was drunk and dreaming in the academy, watching the white-silk ballet troupe, and Nono showing off their affection unscrupulously, and enjoying the compliments of the student union, Chu Zihang was performing tasks and practicing.
He used to be too lazy, but now, he is different. The cowardice from young people has become as hard as steel, and this hardness turned into Caesar's fist and hit Angers.
He no longer wants to run away, and there is no need to run away anymore. Caesar and Angers are attacking each other, and they are evenly matched. Yes, this is the real Caesar Gattuso, the real conqueror standing on top of the world.
!
"I hope the boss is okay." Lu Mingfei shrugged and opened Xia Mi's room in front of him. He thought he would see Xia Mi wearing a tutu and wearing a crown that was not sure whether it was real or fake, lying on the bed waiting for the knight.
's arrival.
But he was wrong, the bed was empty and the princess had escaped from the clutches of the dragon.