Chapter 342 Two (6000 Words in One)

Dictator, transliterated as "Dictator", was the supreme governor of the ancient Roman Republic during the extraordinary period. Perhaps the Gattuso family had the same feelings for the heir when they gave this hunting knife as a gift to Caesar. It implies expectations. During the period of growing up, 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 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 there with his brows furrowed and moved his hands that grabbed the handle of Dick's knife. His fingers were gently squeezing to relieve the numbness caused by the shock. , but what couldn't be relieved was the surprise welling up in his heart.

The emotion of surprise came from Chu Zihang's sudden burst of 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.

Regardless of whether they are mixed race or ordinary people, 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, everyone in any swordsmanship or swordsmanship 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 eighty-two 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, the common heights in Japan were 1.4 meters and 1.5 meters. 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 races. Obviously, in terms of 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". There was nothing he could do about it, that samurai-like indifference was too eye-catching. However, 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 as quick as he expected.

Might be a really troublesome opponent.

Caesar put away his original contempt, his eyes became stern, and he shook Dictado to cut the air while relieving 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 side was not just superficially domineering or pretending to be cool, but that there was something hidden in each other who could stand until the end of the free day. 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 in the place, which is enough to indicate that the two ancient knives are equal in terms of alchemy technology.

He was not surprised to be outclassed in the strength competition. In terms of body shape, he was also far behind Caesar. After all, he had never thought of developing in the direction of 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 his combat uniform, he was still much inferior.

You cannot win purely by strength. Although you may not necessarily lose, there are great risks.

Chu Zihang walked out of the seating area and slowly twisted his wrist, staring at Caesar's 'water moon'. His steps began to become more cautious, and he moved towards Caesar step by step, making every move without hesitation. More than thirty centimeters, as if pacing, the tip of the knife was 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 kill them with one blow.

Caesar, who was used 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. The distance between them was less 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 sound 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 can't 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 nostrils to breathe in fresh air. The moment his brain was intoxicated with oxygen and distracted, he launched an attack!

The length of Kikuichi Monji norimune's sword is 78.48CM, which is considered extremely long among Japanese swords, while the Dick Tudo is only about half a meter. In terms of sword length, Chu Zihang has the advantage. He seizes this advantage and cuts with one strike. He grabbed Caesar's wrist and struck the sword with such ferocity that he was rushing to destroy Caesar first!

Kendo is inherently a cruel and cold killing technique. Often, victory cannot be achieved by chopping off the opponent's head when facing an enemy. Most of the practical kendo's preferred attack routes are 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 as if it had been hit by a rubber tire. It was instantly lifted up by the force of Caesar's block, and the completion was completed. Got the cassock slashing stance!

At this time, Chu Zihang had already raised the knife and charged towards Caesar's inner circle fiercely like a hyena. The cold light fluttering in his black pupils seemed to cut 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 Ju Yimonji Zong in his hand slashed down. The strong wind at the speed of 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 faced it boldly. Just looking at it made people scalp. Feeling numb, he rushed towards the incoming cassock. He raised his left hand and pushed hard, and unexpectedly accurately and accurately caught the falling Juyi Monji Norizon Sword.

The blade stopped almost close to his nose, slicing the epidermal layer of the tip of Caesar's nose just a centimeter short of turning 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 forward. However, he did not push Caesar. When his killing move was blocked by the opponent, he After the opening, 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 once 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, preventing Caesar from pulling out the dagger's handle.

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 they are 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. Ichimonji Sect's blade 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 strength in their hands, and their faces were about to bleed. 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 whole 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 it together with him. The people's heads were tilted back to accumulate strength and then collided with each other. Their forehead bones made a rather frightening sound, and their brains were instantly shaken and their eyes were blackened.

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. Pressing down, his eyes turned black while 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 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, grabbing the opponent's collar and pulling him towards him. He burrowed down. This was a counterattack technique in the fighting class. If the person being dragged does not handle it 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 enough that his whole body was almost hit on the floor. He never expected that Caesar was tough enough to fight back effectively in this situation. The one 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 Monjisune on the side. The long knife spun and landed at Chu Zihang's feet, "Continue."

Chu Zihang picked up the chrysanthemum, and Zong Bao jumped up and slashed it horizontally. 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 tried to cut his throat with a knife, but he saw Chu Zihang bumping into him without dodging, and swung his right hand like a whip, as if he was going to use all his strength to chop out. One knife. Just when Caesar was about to parry the obvious blow, his waist was suddenly hit by a huge force. He took a breath of cold air to hold back the pain, and at the same time, there was even more violence in his eyes. Dictado falls faster and faster!

Just then, a gunshot rang out, and the deafening sound of gunfire filled the entire church.

The Dictado in Caesar's hand burst into a cloud of red mist. The huge impact of the bullet caused the hunting knife to fall sideways. The falling blade 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 dark red-haired girl held a sniper rifle in one hand and pointed the Glock at Chu Zihang with her right hand, "Don't move."

Chu Zihang was stunned for a few seconds, then took a step back without saying a word and raised his hands.

He couldn't win a two-on-one fight with fire support.

"I didn't ask you to interfere."

Caesar, who was kicked on the ground until his chest was tight, 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 on the ground dumbfounded, his face covered with a mask of blood.

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 still be proud, but now there is a god of plague standing behind her, and now she just wants to be direct fainted.

Lin Nian removed the Glock from 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 became tense.

"It's good to know."

Chen Motong held back his breath and raised his foot to step back, ready to 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, and her whole body was spun around twice, breaking the guardrail and flying away. When he got out, Lin Nian reached out and grabbed his ankle before 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 very indecent to walk, but at least I fainted easily.

"Don't you know each other?" Caesar looked a little dazed looking at this fierce combination of punches, with a strange look on his face.

"We just met once." Lin Nian pulled Chen Motong back and threw her on the stairs. "I didn't expect that she was actually your sniper."

"It's the tradition of the student union that only those who are able will 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 faintly, 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 already clear, and Chu Zihang hit Caesar in advance.

"The back-to-back sword is a very common sword technique." Chu Zihang said.

"Did you change hands when you raised the knife 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."

After Caesar was silent for a while, he raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth and 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 looked back at Lin Nian. At this time, Chu Zihang, who was behind him, patted Caesar's 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, along with a tooth that fell 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 walked 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 of them looked down at Caesar and nodded as if something was wrong. The former even lightly clenched his fist and shook it.

ps: Update a bit late. none.