Dragon Clan: Dragon Slayer Wizard, professional dragon slayer

"You won't take care of it?"

On the rooftop of the swimming pool, Caesar, who was wearing a casual shirt, looked at the somewhat turbulent crowd below. He couldn't help but look up at the young man lying on the lounge chair next to him, with his arms resting on his pillow, and asked with interest.

"What the hell?" Long Kui tilted his head, leisurely sipping on the colorful ice drink placed on the glass table next to him, and said leisurely while wearing sunglasses:
"I'm not their nanny. They will solve the troubles they caused themselves."

After hearing what the other party said, Caesar couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and said with a somewhat inexplicable smile:
"Logically speaking, this shouldn't be caused by them, right? After all, it's Fingel who has lost his sights on money."

"But they also got enough attention, didn't they?" Long Kui casually picked off a crystal grape from the tray on the table, threw it gently into his mouth, and said calmly:
"I can't guarantee Lu Mingfei, but Chu Zihang should be in need of this kind of attention the most now. If he wants to enter the Lion Heart Club, or even become one of its core members, how can he do it without a certificate?"

"Hey, hey, hey, isn't it good to say such heart-wrenching words in front of me?" Caesar walked back from the floor-to-ceiling window and sat on the lounge chair next to him.

"Didn't you say you don't like Chu Zihang? Isn't that just right? It's not your student union that the other party wants to join." Long Kui said lazily.

“It’s up to you whether you like it or not, but when it comes to recruiting talents, I never judge based on my own likes and dislikes. Just like the Beichen Sword below, even if I hate the Japanese very much, the student union will still be unbeatable every week. Send him an invitation."

Caesar lay on the deck chair, enjoying the sunlight above, and yawned lazily.

"Really? But looking at your current behavior, I can't support the kind of love in your mouth.
ah. "Long Kui exposed it without mercy.

"My sincerity is in the face of real gold. The freshman below has not yet proven his worth." Caesar stood up slightly, raised the height of the lounge chair below, and looked down at the center of the crowd from top to bottom. The two people confronting each other slowly raised the corners of their mouths and said softly:
"Whether he is worthy of me sweeping the bed to greet him or not, we have to see if he can pass the test of fire and become real gold."

"Hey, hey, this fire of yours is no ordinary fire. According to what we Chinese say, Beichen Sword is a Samadhi True Fire." Long Kui pulled down his sunglasses, stood up and looked at Caesar.

"That's why it's interesting, isn't it? Don't you also want to see the limits of the new student you brought?" Caesar picked up the goblet on the table, took a leisurely sip, and said with a smile.

Long Kui lowered his head slightly and fell into silence.

After a moment of silence, he raised his head, his brown eyes calmly looked at the two people facing each other below, and said in a slightly serious tone:
"What do you think the odds are?"

"Let's go." Caesar replied calmly.

"The winning rate is so low?" Long Kui raised his eyebrows.

"Beichen Jian is not someone to be trifled with. Before you came, the entire academy could say that he could be defeated with close combat. Only Abbas, the former president of the Lion Heart Society, and even I could only use hot weapons to defeat him." In a comprehensive battle, he is better than him."

"So... you don't think highly of Chu Zihang?" The corners of Long Kui's mouth curved upward in an inexplicable arc.

"Not optimistic." Caesar lowered his head slightly and shook it slightly. Then he turned his attention to Long Kui beside him. After thinking for a while, he added:
"Unless he is the second you, but I don't feel the same pressure from the other party as you do, so the situation of him being the second you is approximately zero."

"Let's wait and see." After leaving these words, Long Kui put his arms behind his head and lay down again.

He put on his sunglasses again and slowly closed his eyes.

Long Kui actually knew a little bit about Chu Zihang's strength.

If he hadn't gotten the parchment from the Lion Heart Society yesterday, it could be said that Chu Zihang's chances of winning against Beichen Sword were indeed slim.

But as far as Long Kui knew, Chu Zihang actually didn't sleep all night last night.

He had been studying the information at the table all night, and judging from the aura he sensed from the other party when he got up this morning, Chu Zihang should have gained quite a lot.

There is never a shortage of banned books in the library of the Lionheart Club, and to gain access to these banned books from this ancient organization, the qualifications of an ordinary member of the Lionheart Club are definitely not enough.

At least you have to become a core figure in it to have the capital to have free access to those taboo powers.

The Lion Heart Club will never recruit mediocre people. The entry threshold for ordinary personnel is B+, let alone core figures such as managers.

A-level bloodline is only a stepping stone to enter the Lion Heart Club. Whether he can completely break through the door of the core members depends on whether Chu Zihang has a certificate of nomination.

As for Beichen Jian, the head of the Kendo Department, this certificate of submission is just tough enough.

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In the middle of the pool.

At this time, the crowd here had already emptied, and other people gathered in a large circle with the attitude of watching the fun, and everyone's eyes were focused on the two young people inside.

One has a soft and handsome face, with an indescribable sharpness.

The adjective for the other person is just one word - cold.

I saw Chu Zihang looking at the young man in front of him with indifferent eyes, and all the muscles in his body could not help but tighten slowly.

On the opposite side, Beichen Jian looked at him with a relaxed expression, and then calmly pulled out two assembleable brooms from the collection bucket on the side.

Then he skillfully removed the head of the broom, leaving only two sticks.

Beichen Jian casually threw it forward, and a slender wooden stick drew a beautiful parabola in the air. Chu Zihang raised his head and caught the wooden stick that was thrown towards him from the sky, and accurately caught it.

As soon as he held the wooden stick in his hand, Beichen Jian's plain voice reached his ears from the front:
"I am a person who always goes all out when facing challenges, so... I will use my swordsmanship to teach him a good lesson."

Beichen Jian walked on the road in the center of the swimming pool holding the wooden stick in his hand like a samurai sword.

The clear and transparent light yellow champagne in the swimming pool cuts the sunlight from the sky into crystal clear pieces, and reflects directly on the road paved with tiles, converging into sparkling waves.

Chu Zihang silently and calmly looked at the feminine man slowly walking towards him. There was no emotion on his face. He just put his hands on the front end of the wooden stick very simply, and then put it straight in front of him, quietly. Waiting for the other party to come.

"You should have made the first move."

For twenty seconds, Beichenjian took the initiative to end the silence.

He was seen standing only three meters away from Chu Zihang, looking at the expressionless boy in front of him, and said softly:
"Now you've missed your only chance to win."

As soon as he finished speaking, a strong gust of wind instantly rose throughout the lengthy corridor. Beichen Sword held the long stick in his hand and put it into his waist like a normal sword.

Just like a long sword returning to its sheath, the next second, his eyes suddenly opened. A sharp strong wind accompanied by turbulent violence, accompanied by the long stick being unsheathed, instantly drew a wonderful line in mid-air. Arc!

Chu Zihang held the wooden stick in his hand upright by his side. The moment he saw the exposed arc, his pupils suddenly shrank, and then without a trace of hesitation, he instantly cut the long stick in his hand across his chest.

"Bam—"

The two wooden sticks were connected together instantly, and a dull roar of explosion broke out in the moist air!
Chu Zihang suddenly felt numb in the tiger's mouth, and a powerful force that was not like a human being instantly came from the seemingly calm wooden stick on the opposite side. It spread to the weapon in his hand in an instant, and then passed to Chu Zihang in an instant. hands.

"Buzz!"

At this moment, Chu Zihang could only feel the constant roaring in his ears, and his whole mind fell into a state of confusion.

When Beichen Jian saw the opponent's momentary absence, his sharp eyes like poisonous snakes narrowed for an instant. Then he withdrew the wooden stick in his hand, turned around and stepped back with strength, and pounced directly like an eagle, with the ordinary stick in his hand The body of the wooden stick was his sharp beak, and it jumped towards Chu Zihang with absolute killing intent!
Beichen's sword strikes like an eagle!
When the Beichen Sword's stick was only a few centimeters away from Chu Zihang's forehead, the latter forcibly pulled his spirit back in an instant.

"clang!"

Under the sparkling light reflected by the swimming pool, another wooden stick slashed diagonally like a fallen leaf, and the light that passed through seemed to leave circles of ripples on it.

Beichen Jian finally woke up. After Chu Zihang struggled to block his decisive blow, a look of surprise appeared on his face, and then the strength of his hands increased mercilessly.

The wooden stick in his hand instantly struck the center of the opponent's wooden stick again. Chu Zihang suddenly felt a heavy pressure, and a real sense of chilling suddenly hit his face!

The next second, Beichen Sword suddenly slashed the wooden stick again. A huge force was like a roaring tsunami, and it instantly hit the opponent's "shaky" wooden stick.

Chu Zihang was caught off guard and was thrown away by the heavy blow of the Beichen Sword. In an instant, he smashed into the large row of neatly arranged seats in front of him like a bowling ball!
"Crash-"

The plastic seats that were originally neatly arranged were instantly shattered by the impact of Chu Zihang who flew out.

After Beichen Sword's successful blow, he did not launch a pursuit. Instead, he stood on the spot, frowning and moving his left hand that was holding the stick. Then he placed the fingers of his right hand on his left wrist, gently kneading it to ease the pain. Numbness from shock.

His wrist slowly recovered, but what couldn't be relieved was the surprise in his heart.

The source of surprise was that the opponent was able to explode with force that shook his arm in an instant.

Beichen Jian's eyes looked directly at Chu Zihang, who was still lying on the "ruins" of a chair with his head lowered. He put away his original contempt, his eyes became serious, and he swung the wooden stick in his hand and waved it. While blowing out a few strong winds, the numbness on the arms was completely eliminated.

In the first confrontation, both sides had a basic understanding of each other's level, and both understood that the other side seemed to be more than just superficially domineering or pretending to be cool.

Among the messy chairs, Chu Zihang slowly stood up from the cold tiles. The wooden stick in his hand was vibrating slightly. The blurry afterimage of the shaking was like a spring being moved. None of these involuntary movements were... It doesn't prove that the head of the Kendo Department opposite is terrifying.

The strength of the two sides is not even the slightest difference.

Chu Zihang's expression became solemn.

He was not surprised to be overwhelmed in terms of strength, but it was indeed a bit unexpected for Chu Zihang to be crushed by the opponent.

Although fighting does not necessarily rely on strength to win, there is absolutely no chance of winning if the strength is too different.

Whether it is an ordinary person or a mixed race, any unarmed or cold weapon fighting skills cannot be separated from the most essential point, which is the competition of physical fitness.

In the overall proportion of physical fitness, strength definitely accounts for a relatively large proportion.

Whether it is the era of military commanders in China or the era of ronin in Japan, any famous general must be the best among his peers in terms of his own strength.

A Guandao weighs eighty-two pounds. When Guan Erye swings it without any skills, it is enough to cut the opponent's weapon in half and cut half of the opponent's body.

This is absolute power crushing!

Strength represents the terrifying pressure that the bearer needs to face, and sufficient strength brings absolute attack speed.

These advantages are already obvious when normal people compete with each other.

And in the world of hybrids, the priority of power has been infinitely magnified!
Especially when engaging in close combat, as long as there is a slight difference in strength, you must use one or even several times other advantages to make up for the difference in strength between the two sides.

But what makes Chu Zihang find it difficult now is not just a matter of a slight difference in strength.

From the fight with Beichen Jian just now, he probably already knew what his final outcome was destined to be.

The difference in strength between him and his opponent is so great that it's so bad that he can't use other qualities at all!

But even so, Chu Zihang still slowly walked out of the chaotic seating area. After gently twisting his wrist, he tightly grasped the long stick in his hand with one hand. He became cautious with his steps and moved towards Beichen Sword step by step. direction.

Each movement does not exceed twenty centimeters, as if pacing, the stick body slowly drags on the cold tiles, and the eye-catching scratch is like a cold light aimed at the enemy!
Beichen Jian looked at Chu Zihang who was slowly approaching, with an expression of interest in his eyes.

As a kendo genius who came from a kendo family, he could certainly tell that the footwork used by the opponent was standard Japanese kendo pressure.

Taking advantage of the state of strolling in the courtyard, he constantly suppresses the opponent's spirit, thus overwhelming the opponent, and then delivers a fatal blow after exposing the loopholes.

Generally, it is a move created by the superior person to reduce risks when facing the inferior person, because he does not want to suffer too much damage.

But what Beichen Jian doesn't understand is that the other party is obviously the one at a disadvantage. How could He De and Neng feel that he would be oppressed by him?

He really wanted to see what the other party wanted to do.

So Beichen Jian stood still, watching with interest as Chu Zihang approached him step by step.

The safe distance between the two is constantly shrinking, and finally...until it approaches the dangerous red line!

(End of this chapter)