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 Cassel College, a patriarch of the European Secret Party, was named after the famous tyrant in the history of ancient Rome.
In the distant sky, young men in white shirts were jumping quickly between the rooftops of small buildings. The MP5 submachine guns in their hands kept spraying 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 happened to be 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 dared to ignore his questions like this was 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 the nobility of an emperor cultivated since childhood. They are the same kind of people.
"Preparatory student, Lee Yong-yeon."
The handsome young man nodded and responded in kind.
"I heard that you played well with the Desert Eagle. Let's 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. The expression on his face was as if he was watching a stage crew, he smiled and clapped his hands and said, "Let me do something for you."
"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 the supreme power to control 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 flower, and the air was faintly cut and whistled, it was extremely sharp. The gorgeous and exquisite appearance does not affect its practicality.
Li Longyuan remembered that he had watched a movie called "Ip Man Gaiden: Zhang Tianzhi" in which there was a classic line, "Seven steps away, the gun is fast, within seven steps, the punch is fast." Paired with the protagonist's subwoofer-like voice The sound and depth of skills are just cool.
But now, there is not only a twenty-step distance between him and Caesar, but the two nearby teaching buildings have more than three meters of Tianzhansha. With only a half-meter-long hunting knife, it is indeed 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 the sole of his foot, 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 roared 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 not a problem at all in Caesar's hands. His good figure that can move a horse on 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 were superb, even better than Si Yao, the elite of the branch family that Li Longyuan had 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. Like an excellent chess player on 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 tranquilizer bomb 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 slashing!
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 numbers. An 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 anesthesia 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 gently turned it, and began to quickly load a new magazine. , stood up and continued firing with both guns.
Every time the Desert Eagle pistol, which is 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 bullet is pushed forward by huge force in the barrel, crazy. A deafening shock wave squeezing the air around the muzzle.
But the "Dictator" was still moving forward, splitting Frigga bullets one after another with precision and power under the wielder's wave, fully revealing the dictator's domineering majesty.
There were constant jingling sounds from the sharp tip of the knife, and the metal bullet casings were chopped into the sky by various diagonal slashes, and then fell to the ground feebly. None of them could really cause real harm to the person behind the sword.
The handsome young man arrived at the rooftop opposite, pointed his narrow hunting knife diagonally at the ground, leaned down slightly, and rushed forward quickly.
Within ten steps, the sword is fast!
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 thrown his command knife to the young man in front of him so boldly before, it 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, delicate three-edged heavy sword bayonet towards 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 ground so hard.
"Those who have nothing to do with it are out."
The handsome boy turned to look 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, slightly adjusted his messy blond hair, and took the knife in a very coquettish lunge posture.
He is very confident when holding a weapon. What he has been best at since he was a child is fencing lessons. Even the old palace coach who once won the world championship was defeated by him without hesitation 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.
The two emperor-like men raised their knives, approached at high speed and then collided with each other. This is a close combat in the true sense, and it is a collision between Western swordsmanship and Eastern swordsmanship.
The same outstanding elite mixed race, the same prominent 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 Xin Cun's subordinate members feel that they were a little 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?
Others have gold and jade in front of them, so if you go up and fight on your own, it will be just like piscem natare doces (Latin translation means teaching fish to learn to swim, similar to Chinese sayings, swinging a big ax in front of Luban's gate, and wielding a big knife in front of Guan Gong's gate, etc.).
What's more, someone took out a white iPhone directly from the breast pocket of his combat uniform and took photos while browsing the Night Watch forum. I have to say, how big of a nerve do you have to use your mobile phone as a breast protector?
"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.
With 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. If you ask him why he doesn't leave, he will say that he loves this land so deeply! He will dedicate all his light and heat here.
It's pure nonsense, it's all because of the door-to-door failure and the door-to-door renovation, which keeps happening over and over again. This was the first time that the college leaders were worried because a student could not graduate. For a school like theirs that cultivates elite dragon slayers, there had never been such a precedent.
Of course, it was impossible for them to process Fingel's withdrawal from school. This would simply tarnish the reputation of Kassel College. It would be more reliable to tie him up secretly and throw him into the crematorium.
What? Fingel? There is no such person in our school.
Under the leadership of such an excellent minister, the Ministry of Information often used eye-catching entries, in addition to the beautiful seniors with black stockings and innocent seniors with white stockings who were admired by countless boys, as well as tough guys who were 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.
