Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 427 Goodbye Cowardice
Inside the bell tower, Caesar looked at Angers who was wearing pajamas in front of him, pursed his lips, let go of his right hand, and smashed the hammer in his hand to the ground.

Anger raised his eyebrows: "Nicholas loves his floor very much, you will make him very troubled."

"But it's okay, isn't it, principal?" Caesar put the gun off the safety and threw it on the sofa beside him: "Gattuso will compensate for all these losses."

Now, Caesar has disarmed. He is as unarmed as Angers. The two men are looking at each other. This is the staring of the leaders of the new and old generations. They are all waiting, waiting for each other to show their flaws.

"Fortunately, it was you who came here. Even if you are broken, you can still recover, right?" Angers smiled so kindly, but what he said made Caesar shudder. Under the pressure, he moved.

There is no speech, no magic, no magic, there is only the most simple physical collision, even wearing a silk pajamas, Anger's body is 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 a right uppercut. Angers' fighting style, even if he didn't have the spirit of speech, was as fast as ever, so fast that the fist became an afterimage, in the dark , that invisible fist shadow is more terrifying than a third-generation species.

But would Caesar be afraid? As the eldest son of the Gattuso family and the dragon descendant of the platinum dragon god Bahamut, Caesar did not have the word fear in his dictionary.

Faced with Angers' blow to his chest, Caesar did not dodge or evade, and abruptly blocked Angers' attack with his own arm. The huge power combined with the speed almost paralyzed his left arm, but this is worth it.

He has rushed in front of Angers, and now it's time for him to make a move.

Caesar knew very well that Angers would not give him a second chance like this. His body leaped high, and his strong core force drove his body to spin. Since he couldn't use his hands, he kicked with stronger feet!

Capoeira, commonly known as the Brazilian war dance, is a martial art created by slaves in South America to resist slave owners. At that time, the muskets could not be fired continuously, and the reloading time was very slow. The slaves were bound. In a duel, they only had one chance to rush to the side of the slave owner, and then use their lives to launch a fatal blow.

It is also because of this that in such a martial art disguised as a dance, there are a lot of kicking skills that sacrifice one's life, but there are almost no hand movements.

Now, Caesar will use this technology to defeat the slave owners at the top of Kassel and realize true freedom.

Caesar's feet were tense, cutting the surrounding air in the spin, he felt it now, felt the happiness that Angers said was brought by speed, Caesar smiled, the corners of his mouth curled up, and his feet went straight Hot temples kicked away.

At the moment when the kick was about to kick, Caesar turned his attention to Angers' face. At this moment, what kind of expression would Angers have? Is it despair, appreciation, or...

neither.

Angers, he yawned, it was a boring yawn, this duel, for this old man who has been born and died on the battlefield for decades, is really...

so boring!

But for Caesar, the yawn that he was trying to hide was the greatest insult to him. His waist and abdomen tightened, and the speed of kicking was a little faster.

Then, he saw the real extreme speed.

Without the spirit of speech, would Ange still be the strongest and fastest man?
No one knew, and no one dared to test it, but today, at this moment, Caesar knew that Angers was still the fastest man even without words.

He felt his ankle being caught and held by a warm hand, and after that, he couldn't resist spinning around.

The terrifying power that could crush human skulls was as light as a feather in Angers' hands. Under his control, Caesar's body spun and hit the ground. The severe pain came from all over the body, making Caesar feel his own pain. The body is like a piece of glass, which was shattered in the battle just now.

"You shouldn't have done that." Ange clapped his hands lightly, as if he was afraid of hitting non-existent dust.

"No, this is the only way to defeat you."

"But too slowly."

"Too slow? As long as the strength is strong enough, it will be fine."

Caesar stood up again, posing in a boxing pose, and Ange smiled: "That's it, face me, don't do any tricks."

Angers' teaching philosophy is very simple, perhaps because of the influence of the events of the year, he always advocated living to death, allowing students to face the enemy that is almost impossible to win in the most realistic scene.

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 that cannot be defeated. He is powerful, as light as a swallow but as cunning as a fox. What Caesar needs most now is not strength, not speed, but courage, and he knows what he can't do. of courage.

Under Angers' gaze, Caesar moved again, his bones were whining, a cross-shaped light appeared behind him, and the magic spell: Crusader cloak was inadvertently used on him.

"Ah!" He roared, and Caesar himself eliminated the spell attached to his body. He wanted to stand on an equal footing with Angers. The halo creaked and then dissipated into the air, but Caesar's aura became more and more terrifying.

At the top of the bell tower, two figures were intertwined, and iron fists hit each other's body, making a shocking muffled sound.

Only Caesar knew that he was actually a coward who hated the family, but was unwilling to leave, deceived himself with the so-called honor, and was finally tied to a chariot by the family and merged into one.

While he was drunk and dreaming in the college, watching the ballet Baisi girl troupe, showing affection with Nuonuo unscrupulously, and enjoying the compliments from the student union, Chu Zihang was performing tasks and practicing.

He used to be too slack, but now, he is different. The cowardice from the youth has become as hard as steel, and this hardness turned into Caesar's fist, hitting Angers.

He no longer wants to escape, and there is no need to escape. 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 skirt and wearing a crown that he didn't know if it was real or not, lying on the bed waiting for the knight. coming.

But he was wrong, the bed was empty, and the princess had escaped the claws of the dragon.

(End of this chapter)