If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon

Chapter 342 Two (6000 words, two in one)

Dictator, transliterated as "Dictator", the supreme officer of the ancient Roman Republic during the extraordinary period. It is possible that when the Gattuso family gave this hunting knife as a gift to Caesar, they also had the same feeling for the heir. The implied expectation, during the period of growing up, this military hunting knife accompanied his master through high-pressure training time and time again, and the collision sparked enough to light up the entire childhood.

Caesar pounced like an eagle, and Dikto's blade was his sharp beak. With an absolute will to kill, he jumped at Chu Zihang. The light seems to have left circles of ripples on it.

Chu Zihang felt a heavy pressure on the blade of Ju Yizi Zezong. Physics says that the higher the density of gas molecules, the higher the pressure, so the high pressure will always flow to the low pressure. Actual chilling swing your arms, mobilize every muscle fiber to slash the toughness and coldness to the enemy's neck!

In the first power comparison, it turned out that Chu Zihang was at a disadvantage. His jumping ability was slightly inferior to that of Caesar. He was hit by the hunting knife first and fell in the wrong direction, and fell into the neatly arranged seats under the cathedral. in the chair.

Caesar got a good blow, but he didn't pursue it. Instead, he stood there, frowning, and moved his hands that were holding onto the handle of Dikto's knife. He kneaded his fingers lightly to relieve the numbness caused by the shock. , but what couldn't be slowed down was the surprise welling up in his heart.

The astonishment came from Chu Zihang's outburst of strength when he took off and confronted 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 mixed races or ordinary people, any saber and swordsmanship cannot be separated from the most essential point, which is the competition of physical fitness.

No matter in the era of ronin in Japan or the era of military generals in China, any master of swordsmanship and swordsmanship must be the group with the most top-notch physical fitness among their peers.

For example, the real heights of the real generals in the Three Kingdoms period were all above 1.8 meters 82, and they were able to walk on horses with their muscular arms. However, it is not the skill of weapons that kills the enemy, but the pure and domineering physical fitness. Slashing someone with a weight of [-] catties can break the knife itself and then cut half of the body away. This is the crushing of absolute strength.

Take another example from the portraits of Miyamoto Musashi left by ancient Japanese paintings. Miyamoto Musashi is about six feet long, so the real height should be 175cm. At that time, 1.4m and 1.5m were the common heights in Japan. He can beat the 154cm Sasaki Kojiro to death with a paddle in his hand, no wonder he can become a sword master.

Strength represents the terrifying pressure faced by the bearer. Sufficient strength brings absolute slashing speed. Among normal people, physical fitness can almost smooth out the differences in skills, and this phenomenon occurs even more among mixed races. Obviously, in melee combat, there is no doubt that the side with superior physical fitness will have infinitely magnified chances of winning.

In fact, when Caesar saw Chu Zihang walking into the church, his first impression of this man holding a Japanese sword was Himura Kenshin in the anime "Rurouni Kenshin". No way, the samurai-like indifference is too eye-catching Yes, but after the actual fight, Caesar's impression of Chu Zihang changed. This guy is not Himura Kenshin, this guy is simply Sagara Sanosuke who is holding a reverse blade knife!

In Japanese swordsmanship, almost everyone who is proficient in swordsmanship will follow this technique. It means that Chu Zihang’s arm strength is only slightly inferior to Caesar’s in the confrontation just now. If you let go of your hands and feet and press hard, Caesar may not be able to take down the opponent steadily, and this also means that the next battle will not be as quick as he expected.

Could be a really troublesome opponent.

Caesar put away his original contempt, his eyes became serious, and he shook Diklado to cut the air while relieving the numbness in his hands.

In the first confrontation, both of them have a basic understanding of each other's level, and they both understand that the other party is not just superficially domineering or pretending to be cool and handsome. Wearing some goods has its own pride.

Among the seats of the church, Chu Zihang was standing on a row of chairs, the chrysanthemum characters in his hands were vibrating, and the blurred afterimage was a copper spring that was moved, but the person who struck Diktodo There is no trace of any broken blades in the place, which is enough to represent that the two ancient knives are equal in alchemy technology.

He was not surprised to be beaten in the strength competition. In terms of body shape, he was also far behind Caesar. After all, he never wanted to develop in the direction of bodybuilding. Compared with the monster with pectoral muscles who couldn't stretch the combat uniform in front of him, it was still a lot inferior.

You can't win purely by strength, although you don't necessarily lose, but there are great risks.

Chu Zihang walked out of the seat area and slowly twisted his wrist, fixed his eyes on Caesar's "water moon", and began to walk cautiously, moving towards Caesar step by step, every move was not More than thirty centimeters, as if he was pacing, the tip of the knife pointed at the enemy with a cold light all the time.

Caesar also frowned as he watched Chu Zihang slowly approaching. This is the standard Japanese kendo-style oppression. Tea ceremony, archery, kendo, etc. all pay attention to the word 'quiet', and keep himself in silence Flaws, constantly oppressing the opponent to let the opponent reveal the loopholes and kill him with one blow.

Accustomed to opening and closing, Caesar, who wins with his reaction and strength, felt a little headache when faced with such a serious swordsmanship comparison. He could only watch Chu Zihang slowly approaching him. The safe distance is continuously reduced until it approaches the dangerous red line.

The two stood in a stalemate for about ten seconds, the distance between each other was no more than one meter, and each other couldn't help holding their breath.

Chu Zihang stared at the bridge of Caesar's nose, as if he was waiting for something. Suddenly, at the moment when Caesar's nose twitched slightly, his whole body shot out with a bang like a bowstring stretched to the extreme. ——That was the sound of his school uniform jacket.

He has been waiting for Caesar to take a breath. When any situation is deadlocked to a certain extent, both sides of the stalemate can't help but hold their breath, just like a sniper can greatly improve the concentration and accuracy of moves when aiming. This is an inherent habit of human beings.

And Chu Zihang just took advantage of this habit. When Caesar held his breath to the limit, he subconsciously twitched his nose to breathe in the fresh air, and launched an attack at the moment when his brain was intoxicated by oxygen distraction!
Ju Yizi’s Zong Dao is 78.48cm long, which is considered extremely long among Japanese swords, while Dick Tui’s length is only about half a meter, and Chu Zihang has the advantage in the length of the sword. He seized this advantage and slashed at He cut Caesar's wrist, and the knife was so ruthless that he rushed to destroy Caesar first!
Kendo is originally a cruel and cold killing method. Often, when facing an enemy, it is not possible to cut off the opponent's head to win. The preferred attack route of most actual combat schools of Kendo is the enemy's wrist and ankle. There is almost no difference in the head, it is all about the outcome!

Caesar was not slow to react to the changes in his face. Even though he had lost the opportunity, he pulled back extremely calmly and pushed out the hunting knife holder. Suddenly, because Chu Zihang's strength was too light, this knife was not intended to chop off his hand at all, but a feint!
Ju Yizi Zezong did not shoot sparks on Diktodo, but a soft product like a rubber tire bounced up strangely, and was instantly lifted up by the force of Caesar's block, completing the project. The starting gesture of cutting the cassock!

At this time, Chu Zihang was already holding a knife and rushing towards Caesar's inner circle fiercely like a hyena. The cold light fluttering in the black pupils seemed to want to cut the man in front of him bloody, and he quickly lowered his head to avoid Caesar's remedy. The hunting knife slashed at his head, and the chrysanthemum in his hand slashed down. The speed of the falling arm and the strong wind pressed the school uniform firmly on his arm, drawing out the lines of the arm muscles!
At this time, Caesar's excellent fighting awareness is also clearly understood. If he retreats, what awaits him is to be slashed with all his strength. The kid in front of him is more ruthless than he imagined. The machete was about to turn red when it fell, and the second counterattack almost drove him to death.

In an almost desperate situation, Caesar made an operation that ordinary people would not even dare to think about. He took the initiative to step on the church seat on the sideways, and boldly faced the The numbed cassock rushed towards him, raised his left hand and slammed it up, unexpectedly pinching the falling Ju Yizi Zong Dao Tan accurately and precisely.

The blade almost stopped against his nose, cutting the epidermis of Caesar's nose only a centimeter away and it would turn red.

Chu Zihang didn't stubbornly press down the knife to cut Caesar's face, but immediately changed his move and pushed forward with the knife. But he didn't push Caesar, when his ultimate move was risked by the opponent After opening, the opponent can only seize the opportunity to counterattack.

Although the Japanese sword has a wide range of cutting, it can limit the samurai's swinging sword when it is close to the body. This is why every samurai wears a rib on his waist for close combat, but Chu Zihang now only has a chrysanthemum. There is no rib difference, but it is not good for him to be pulled into the distance!

At this distance, the effect of the long weapon is not great. Caesar directly gave up on Dikto, and threw away the only alchemy weapon that could be used to cut against Ju Yiwen Zezong. It was an alloy dagger, but Chu Zihang's reaction was not inferior to his. He slapped it with his right hand and pressed it to death on the back of Caesar's hand holding the dagger handle to prevent him from pulling it out.

The movements of the two of them at this moment are no different from "zhama step". The muscles of their legs are stretched as hard as steel, and they are rooted in the ground like deep roots. The sharp edge of the blade kept approaching Caesar's face, and Caesar's palm supporting the blade was almost bleeding.

In the end, it was still a situation of tamping force, the dagger was pulled out, Chu Zihang was stabbed to death; Ju Yizi Zong was suppressed, and Caesar's head was opened.

The two hands are exerting different forces, their faces are about to bleed, they are staring at each other's golden eyes, like a lion and a tiger competing for the sharpness of their fangs, locking each other's neck and trying their best. Driving his occlusal muscles with all his strength, his whole body exuded a fierceness that either you die or I live.

In the end, it was Chu Zihang who forcibly ended the power competition, because he felt that he was about to be unable to hold down Caesar. This blond man was really full of vigor like a lion. Body muscles are not just good-looking, and 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 violently pulled Caesar's wrist holding the dagger, and brought him down to his side. He hit him with a headbutt, but he didn't expect Caesar to go with him. The heads of the people leaned back and charged up, and they collided with each other. There was a rather scary sound from the frontal bone, and the brain was concussed instantly, and the eyes turned black.

Even though Caesar fell on the ground and was pressed down by Chu Zihang at this time, he still did not forget to put the dagger in his hand on Chu Zihang's neck. Press down, and at the same time, his eyes turned black, he released Ju Yiwen Zezong and smashed it down with a punch.

Caesar couldn't see where the fist came from before he recovered his sight, but he could vaguely hear the sound of the wind, and the floor tiles next to one side of his head were smashed into several cracks, and Chu Zihang's finger bones on the ground made a crisp sound With a loud noise, the blood on the skin was soaked in the cracks of the floor tiles. He pulled out the skin and flesh without hesitation and started to hit him a second time. This time, he hit Caesar firmly in the face.

After taking a punch, Caesar's head became inexplicably clearer. He saw Chu Zihang on his body, grabbed the opponent's collar and pulled him towards him. If the one who was dragged didn't handle it well, he would hit his face on the ground, at least with a comminuted fracture of the bridge of the nose.

Then Chu Zihang landed on his face, but not from the front, but from the side, but it was enough that he almost hit the floor. He never expected that Caesar was so tough that he could make an effective counterattack. The one who received such a punch from him was Lancelot, who is probably still sleeping peacefully in the sycamore forest.

Caesar quickly got up from the ground, blinked his eyes hard to try to wake up, spat blood and found a tooth covered in it, couldn't help but look at Chu Zihang who also got up slowly and rubbed his cheek, his expression was a little strange, he He moved his upper and lower jaws, kicked Ju Yiwen Zezong at the side, and the long knife spun and landed at Chu Zihang's feet, "Continue."

Chu Zihang picked up the chrysanthemum, and Zong jumped up and slashed across it. At this time, both sides seemed to let go, and Caesar also twitched Dixo and slashed down on the head. In just a few tens of seconds, the two fought After dozens of slashes, he relied entirely on his intuition to attack and defend. The dull sound of the blades colliding with each other was shocking. Anyone who made a mistake would end up losing an arm.

It may be that Chu Zihang's face hit the ground too hard, so he didn't slow down, and the strength of swinging the knife dropped a little. On the contrary, Caesar hit harder and harder, and gradually began to suppress Chu Zihang and passively retreated to defend. During the first swing of the knife, the Juyi character in Chu Zihang's hand was almost rolled up by the blade of the hunting knife and raised to the sky.

Chu Zihang took three steps back, and Caesar took three steps forward, trying to seal his throat, but seeing Chu Zihang bumping into him without dodging, he swung his right hand like a whip, as if he was going to cut it with all his strength. one knife.Just when Caesar was about to parry this too obvious chop, his waist was suddenly hit by a huge force. He took a breath to hold back the pain, and at the same time, his eyes were filled with violence. Dick pushes down more quickly!
At this moment, the gunshot rang out, and the deafening gunfire filled the entire church.

A cloud of red mist exploded from the Diktado in Caesar's hand, and the huge impact of the bullet caused the hunting knife to fall sideways, and the falling back of the knife directly smashed a corner of the church seat, sending sawdust flying.

Chu Zihang seized the opportunity to kick Caesar in the chest, and when he was about to pounce, four bullets hit his feet, and the red mist raised forced him back.

On the stairs of the church, the dark red-haired girl was holding a sniper rifle in one hand, raised a Glock with her right hand and aimed at Chu Zihang, "Don't move."

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

There's no way he can win two-on-one with fire support.

"I didn't let you interfere."

Caesar, who was kicked on the ground so that his chest was tight, coughed violently twice, got up and looked at Chen Motong who was on the stairs behind him, his voice was a little cold.

"If I don't intervene, the knife just now may kill someone." Chen Motong said calmly without putting down the pistol he was holding.

"I have a measure." Caesar said lightly, "You don't need to intervene, there is still a trouble outside the door, if you are interested, go and solve the one outside."

Chen Motong pursed her mouth and before she could say anything, the door of the church was pulled open from the outside. She immediately turned her gun and pointed at the door. When she saw the person walking in quickly, her expression froze. Yes, subconsciously pulled the trigger as if seeing a ghost, and poured out the bullets in the magazine in one go.

"What's the situation?" Mandy rushed in outside the church and yelled, and was hit on the head by a bullet from a magazine. His limbs danced, and he lay down on the ground dumbfounded, his face was covered with a mask of blood.

Chen Motong stared blankly at the strange blond girl on the ground, and realized that she had beaten her teammate hard, she couldn't help being a little dazed. At this time, someone patted her shoulder from behind, and she was about to pull out the tactical dagger as soon as her face changed, but just The wrist that grabbed the handle of the knife was immediately twisted, and the whole person stood on tiptoe in pain, "It hurts."

Both Caesar and Chu Zihang looked up at Lin Nian who was standing behind Chen Motong on the stairs. Lin Nian clasped the red-haired girl's wrist with one hand and looked at them. His eyes finally fell on Caesar, "You people?"

"Yes." Caesar admitted.

"It's a bad rule." Lin Nian glanced at the red mist in front of Chu Zihang's feet.

"I know," Caesar said.

Lin Nian looked down at the girl in front of her who was forced to tiptoe as if she was dancing ballet. His eyes stayed on the other's red hair for a while before he said, "Long time no see."

"It's only been a month, not too long."

Chen Motong's face was stiff, her whole body was tense like a bow, her curves were completely outlined, she would probably be proud in normal times, but now there is a plague god standing behind her, she just wants to directly fainted.

Lin Nian unloaded the Glock from her hand, checked the empty magazine, and put it back into her weapon pouch. He glanced at the girl and said, "Then you can understand that it's public revenge."

"I know." Chen Motong seemed to realize what was going to happen next, and sullenly.

"It's good to know."

Chen Motong held his breath and stepped back, ready to hit Lin Nian's chin to fight back, but Lin Nian lifted his foot and chopped it on the bend of Chen Motong's leg in front of him as expected.

Chen Motong lost his balance and knelt down, his face was hurting and he huddled together. The flying elbow hit her chin directly, and his whole body was spun twice, breaking the guardrail and flying away. After going out, Lin Nian reached out and grabbed his ankle in advance while he was still in the air. He hung in front of the stairs with a slap, his long dark red hair drooping on his back without a sound.

It was a shameful walk, but at least he fainted cleanly.

"Don't you guys know each other?" Caesar was a little dazed looking at this set of fierce combined punches, with a strange expression on his face.

"I just met once." Lin Nian pulled Chen Motong back and threw him on the stairs, "I didn't expect her to be your sniper."

"It's the tradition of the student union that those who can be promoted."

"Oh, it's no wonder they shot at me." Lin Nian nodded, "How long are you guys going to finish?"

"It's over." Chu Zihang was about to say something, but Caesar spoke ahead of time.

He threw the Dikto in his hand on the ground, glanced at Chu Zihang lightly, and touched his waist. Lin Nian's eyes also fell on his waist, and found that there was a ray of light that hadn't dissipated. Clear knife marks.

At the moment before Chen Motong shot, the battle had already been decided, and Chu Zihang hit Caesar ahead of time.

"Back to the body sword, a very common sword technique." Chu Zihang said.

"Did you switch hands when you swung the knife behind your back?"

"Yes, that's the only way to kill you before you kill me. Even if you can't kill me, you can rip your stomach open."

After being silent for a while, Caesar raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, looked straight at Chu Zihang, "Name?"

"When asking others to report their names, you should report your own first." Chu Zihang said.

"Okay, Cesar Gattuso."

"Chu Zihang." Chu Zihang stretched out his hand.

Caesar looked at the hand, didn't avoid it, shook it lightly, and the two sides shook hands.

"Isn't it right that you're still awake?" Lin Nian said suddenly on the stairs.

"What?" Caesar turned his head to look at Lin Nian. At this time, Chu Zihang, who was behind him, also patted Caesar on the shoulder under Lin Nian's signal.

As soon as Caesar turned his head, a fist magnified in his eyes, and his whole body was turned half a circle by the punch and fell to the ground, together with a tooth that fell out.

Now the campus finally fell silent. The stained glass shone through the sunlight between Chu Zihang and Caesar lying on the ground. Both sides had blood on their faces. Two teeth lay quietly on the ground. Going up and down the stairs, he picked up the two teeth and brought them to the fainted Caesar.

"Two." Chu Zihang said.

"Two." Lin Nian nodded.

Both of them looked down at Caesar, and nodded as if something happened, and the former lightly clenched his fist and shook it.

　ps: A little late update.none.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)