"White Emperor City?" Angers stretched out his index finger to push up his transparent rimless glasses, quickly searching for relevant information in his mind.
"Li Taibai has a poem that goes: The white emperor's speech is among the colorful clouds, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are returned in one day." Li Longyuan said.
"There is a mountain also named Baidi. It looks to Kuimen to the east, Baiyan Mountain to the south across the river, Fengjie County to the west, and Jigong Mountain to the north. It is located in the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River. It was also the place where Liu Bei and Liu Xuande retreated after their defeat during the Three Kingdoms period. ." The young people continued to popularize the geographical environment of Baidi City in Angers.
"At the end of the Western Han Dynasty, Gongsun Shu separatized Bashu, called himself Baidi, and started to build Baidi City." Tracing back step by step, this thousand-year-old city has witnessed historical changes and has gone through vicissitudes of life, but it still stands firm.
This in itself is an extremely rare thing.
"Dragon King Norton was Li Xiong, the minister next to Gongsun Shu at that time." Ange suddenly spoke without saying a word. It seemed that Kassel College was not unaware of it at all.
"Yes. In 24 AD, Gongsun Shu separatized Bashu. Norton (Li Xiong), who was a meritorious official at the time, advised Gongsun Shu to "take the high position and make people from far away have refuge". At the same time, he controlled Samson, the dragon servant, and created a The performance of "There will be a dragon emerging from his palace, and there will be light at night" strengthened Gongsun Shu's confidence in proclaiming himself emperor." Li Longyuan's superb memory enabled him to remember every sentence recorded in ancient books.
"It seems it's time to advance the Kuimen plan." Ange looked at the young man in front of him with satisfaction, feeling more and more that his transaction was worth every penny.
"Have you been prepared for this?" Li Longyuan's eyes narrowed and he looked at Ange.
"Yes, don't underestimate the power of Cassel College, young man. Although it has been established for less than a fraction of the time as the orthodox school, it embraces mixed races from all over the world." The old man wearing an Armani suit said in a rare way The deputy education officer said to Li Longyuan.
The boy was noncommittal. Both an environment that is too open and an organization that is too stagnant have their pros and cons. However, compared to the time when Kassel College was established, the enrollment method of "education without distinction" is indeed suitable for its rapid development and growth.
"It's your duty to let me know when you need me." The boy expressed his attitude to Ange, and then he easily turned over while holding down the railing, and jumped straight from the fifth floor without a trace.
Really unconventional. Angre laughed dumbly and continued to lean on the railing, looking at the students coming and going below, the light in his eyes becoming deeper, vaster and fiercer.
His Royal Highness Norton, the King of Bronze, your thousand-year life has come to an end. ......... Kassel Academy, the wooden sliding door of the Kendo Club is covered with plain white window grilles. There is an old cherry tree planted not far in front of the door, with its winding branches symbolizing the blooming vitality.
This is the residence of the Japanese kendo master Tsugumi Hirata, invited by Principal Ange from Tokyo, and the venue where he teaches students kendo knowledge.
But the protagonist of today’s venue is not this nearly 70-year-old old master. Dark brown solid wood floors cover the entire venue, and the walls are hung with calligraphy and paintings by famous masters, all of which have a sense of kendo style.
The golden sunlight shines in from outside, giving it a peaceful and warm feeling. Two figures stood facing each other in the open field, holding cold weapons in their hands, with cold light flashing in their eyes.
There is a young man in the south with black clothes and black hair, holding a slender Japanese sword wrapped in black mackerel skin.
Mitsurugi Murasame. A tall and strong young man lives in the north, with blond hair and blue eyes. Every inch of his exposed muscles has been perfectly sculpted by the Creator, just like the gods in Nordic mythology.
In his hand, he was also carrying a sheathed hunting knife with a handle half a meter long. Dictator, Dictado. The President of the Lionheart Club and the President of the Student Union unexpectedly had a rare private fight. If Fingel's paparazzi found out, it would definitely be another blockbuster news that would appear on the Night Watch forum.
"I have been looking forward to this fight for a long time." Caesar Gattuso is used to saying some opening remarks before the official duel, which also shows a kind of respect for his opponent.
"During my freshman year, I rejected the offer to become the heir to the Lionheart Club after Anwar and chose to directly take over as the senior of the Student Union."
"I told all the members at the succession ceremony that although the current student union is only a student club, it is not as good as the Lion Heart Club, an old organization with a long history and strict discipline. But one day, they will also Bow your proud head before us.”
"You seem to be the proudest person." Chu Zihang looked at the man in front of him.
"Don't you think taking over the student council is more challenging than becoming the president of the Lionheart Club step by step?" Caesar opened his hands like an emperor and smiled heartily.
The members of the Lion Heart Society include Menech Cassel, a famous hero in the history of dragon slaying, Hilbert Jean Angers, and many outstanding dragon slayers.
Before Caesar Gattuso came to this school, student associations such as the Student Union were not on the same level as established associations such as the Lionheart Club.
But just one year after the Italian nobleman arrived, the student union had grown into a behemoth that could compete with the Lionheart Club.
It is undeniable that this guy's outstanding leadership qualities and charisma have conquered a large number of elites in the academy.
Even the former president, Anwar, was anxiously looking for countermeasures and tried his best to persuade Chu Zihang to join the Lion Heart Club to help them survive the crisis that was approaching under the student union led by Caesar.
"When it comes to challenges, I still think what Li Longyuan is doing now is the most challenging." Chu Zihang saw through Caesar's pride and arrogance, and also knew where his capital and strength came from.
"When I defeat you, I will find that monster to fight again." Caesar just grinned and was not affected.
He knew that Chu Zihang and Li Longyuan came from the same place, and he also knew what the relationship between them was.
He regarded Chu Zihang as the last level before challenging the final boss in the game, the most majestic general beside the emperor, and the only way for him to lead the student union to the top.
The eyes of the two became determined in an instant. Chu Zihang stretched out his hand and wiped his eyes, and the black contact lenses were taken off, revealing the golden eyes burning with bright flames.
Caesar suddenly turned his head slightly unnaturally, as if he had been stung by a poisonous bee in the eye. The dragon power contained in these golden eyes was already the second most powerful among the mixed-race golden pupils he had ever seen, second only to Li Longyuan's red golden pupils.
Chu Zihang just lowered his body slightly, took half a step back with his left foot, tightly grasped the handle of the knife wrapped in shark skin with his palm, and then quickly drew out the knife and slashed out.
It was as if a silver light cut directly into the air, echoing the golden light of the sun shining into the wooden house gym, making it extremely dazzling.
This move is called Juhejiyi. Whether it is in the final battle between Sasaki Kojiro and Miyamoto Musashi, or in the hot-blooded anime "Himura Kenshin", this move is the ultimate killer move.
The core pursuit of one
The word "quick" refers to the method of tying the body, starting the hand, and observing as one. It pays attention to surprise. The lethality is generally higher than that of cutting.
Usually a samurai kills with one hit. Although Caesar was slightly dazed by the opponent's golden eyes at first, his hearing was equally sensitive.
The sound of the thin blade constantly cutting the air as it moves changes, and this change is undoubtedly amplified countless times by the keen hearing of hybrids, especially for Caesar, who is both a word spirit and a kamaitachi.
Although they are all now suppressed by the Word Spirit and Discipline field generated by the vice-principal's amplification through the alchemy matrix.
The blond young man's ears moved slightly, and he perfectly grasped the one-thousandth chance of counterattack. After unsheathing Dictado, he slashed downwards, blocking the path that Murasame's blade must pass through.
The two swords cut each other with a harsh clang, and burst out red sparks out of thin air. The weapons that were also engraved with the alchemical matrix were extremely tough.
However, compared to the top alchemy weapon that the Gattuso family has honed for generations and originated from ancient Rome, the material of the Royal Sword Murasame is slightly inferior.
So the hunting knife in Caesar's hand could continue to cut, but the long jade steel knife in Chu Zihang's hand was trembling slightly, like a spring leaf being moved.
The young man with black hair and golden eyes had a calm look in his eyes and was not affected. The palm of his right hand still held the handle of the knife firmly.
Since you can't kill with one hit, try another strategy. Stepping forward, Murasame's slender blade curved through a 360-degree arc and then slashed down on the head again. The sharp blade speed caused the surrounding wind to flow.
Caesar refused to retreat an inch. Dick pushed more and raised the corner of his mouth slightly. As he continued to fight hard one after another, he was sure that the weapon that broke first was definitely not his hunting knife.
The blade of the knife is pressed against the tip of the knife, and the bright silver light of the knife pours out in the field like a waterfall, and like falling flowers and silver butterflies dancing gracefully. There is a murderous intention hidden in this gorgeous scene.
Both sides are swinging their swords, no matter the technique or method, they just want to be as fast and as cruel as possible.
Caesar gradually realized that something was wrong. Chu Zihang's physical strength and nerve reaction speed far exceeded his expectations.
A continuous stream of Japanese swords were still coming from all directions. Chu Zihang made perfect use of the repulsive force from the Diklado blade to connect his moves, turning the shortcomings of the soft jade steel material into an advantage, just like in Tai Chi. Transform yin into yang and overcome hardness with softness.
This is the kendo he learned from Li Yongyuan's techniques after losing to him in the kendo gym. Caesar was keenly aware of the abnormality. He tapped his toes on the ground, stepped back sharply, and took advantage of the situation to draw out the long and narrow hunting knife engraved with golden patterns.
Chu Zihang was always unwilling to leave room for the enemy to breathe in battle. He swung the sword forward again in silence, using the slender blade as a lever, and the strength of his wrist was poured out with all his strength.
Caesar's legs were slightly bent, and his body concealed explosive power. Then he took a step forward, and Dictado swung it into an arc. The pitch-black blade even brought up a blurry phantom due to the extreme speed, and the golden mandala pattern unfolded. Like a winding river of stars.
A violent explosion came from the confrontation, and then billowing sound waves spread out. Both of them withstood part of the force generated by the shock of this extreme confrontation.
Caesar and Chu Zihang put away their knives and looked at each other. At this moment, their eyes were ignited with the flame of desire for victory.
It has nothing to do with the Lion Heart Club and the Student Union, it has nothing to do with the calculation of everyone's ranking, and it has nothing to do with anything else. They just don't want to lose, and they all have reasons why they can't lose.
The tiger's mouth burst open, and bright red blood began to flow down, dripping down the silver or black gold blade onto the wooden floor. These wisps of red were as dazzling as red plums.
Neither Caesar nor Chu Zihang spoke anymore, but tightened their swords again, not caring about their injuries at all.
In the situation just now, they did not choose to discard the long knives in their hands. Although this could avoid most of the reaction force, after losing their weapons, they would be defeated within a single move.
In a cold confrontation two steps away, Caesar was the first to take action. He stepped hard on the wooden floor with his front foot, and rose up from the ground. The dick he held in his hands cut quickly and vertically.
Even if there is a piece of iron or a ton of stone in front of you, it will be chopped open by this sharp sword. He just planned to use this emperor-like and domineering momentum to oppress his opponent, forcing him to roll, turn sideways, and dodge until he lost the courage to draw his sword and face him directly.
It's a pity that Chu Zihang has never been the kind of man who gives up easily and is afraid of the imperial power. When this taciturn young man ignites the fire in his heart, even the gods will bleed for it.
He stopped holding the knife and started to raise his hand. His eyes calmly focused on the blade, and then he suddenly swung it out. At this moment, Murasame perfectly became an extension of Chu Zihang's body. Thousands of slashes were completed in a very short period of time. Each hit on Dick Tuduo's blade would weaken the force that prevented the blade from continuing to fall.
In the last move, Chu Zihang exerted force on his waist and abdomen, pulled the long knife with his backhand and raised it quickly. Finally, the two knives stopped in the air, and the black-gold hunting knife almost touched Chu Zihang's face.
Caesar held the handle of the hunting knife with both hands, and his face was bloodshot and red from pressing down with all his strength, but after all, he could not get any closer.
Because the black-haired young man was carrying the long knife on his shoulder, with the blade on the blade, his left leg arched, and the majestic strength of his body gushed out.
Through Dictado's contact with Murasame, Caesar felt that the power hidden in Chu Zihang's body was awakening, and his golden eyes began to become brighter and more indifferent.
His bloodline is unstable and is gradually spiraling out of control. Looking at the ice-faced Chu Zihang in front of him, Caesar suddenly woke up.
"You are very powerful. Let's call it a draw this time." Caesar, who was always known for his pride and arrogance, made a rare smoothing.
A large part of the reason for this is that they were fighting privately without any bystanders present. So in the end, only the two of them know whether they win or lose.
Chu Zihang also realized the strange changes in his body, and immediately nodded coldly in agreement. His blood factors rioted without warning, greedily thirsting for power, which itself was an extremely dangerous thing.
Base matching time after time will make the dragon blood in his body higher and higher, and he will become more and more like a cold-blooded and ruthless dragon.
"Huh, it's really a big loss. I was injured. I didn't expect it to end in a draw." Seeing Chu Zihang put down Murasame with interest, Caesar sat down on the floor and looked at the tiger's mouth of his palm. He smiled heartily after the wound.
The black-haired young man slowly sheathed the knife, looked down at the wound that was gradually healing under the influence of dragon blood, and remained silent.
The sunlight outside the window has shifted a little, and the old cherry tree still has its circling branches, but the two young people in the venue have already exchanged ideas.
"Unfortunately, it will take some time before I can challenge Li Yongyuan again." This was what Caesar said with a grin at the end. He was still full of confidence in himself.
"That day may be very long." Chu Zihang was as silent as a stubborn stone. He was standing on that road, no matter how many times Caesar hammered him, he stood there impartially.
