The blonde man was completely enraged by Xia Yan's poisonous mouth, his eyes were extremely cold, his muscles were tense and bulging, and he was ready to fight at any time.

"Hopefully your fists will be as hard as your mouth." The man said indifferently.

"You can try it." Xia Yan said in a playful tone: "The dead muscles that you grew by eating protein powder also want to scare me?" ”

The man took a deep breath to calm the anger in his heart, he was used to fighting with reason, although it was a little more troublesome than winning with pure violence, but he had to admit that a man with a brain can always win over a man without a brain.

"First of all, I'm not afraid of you." Xia Yan looked at the angry golden retriever and teased: "How about fighting in a more professional place, I don't want to lose money inexplicably because I accidentally damaged the public goods of the academy." ”

"Yes." The golden-haired man replied indifferently: "Caesar Gattuso, at this moment, I officially invite you to a duel in my capacity as the president of the student council of the Kassel Academy. ”

"As for you wanting to change places, I don't think there's a better place to do it than the kendo club's training ground. By the way, do you need to pick an auspicious day that is in line with your Eastern metaphysics? Caesar sarcastically said.

"You really understand me, I'm a very superstitious person." Xia Yan replied nonchalantly: "But forget it this time, because the feeling you give me is very ordinary." ”

"Good, at least you didn't flinch, but fought like a man." Caesar's tone was both complimenting and disdainful.

There were many students of the Kassel Academy gathered next to the fountain, and many of them were Caesar's subordinates in the student council, and they watched the two of them talk about the smell of gunpowder.

"As soon as he entered the school, he made an appointment with the president of the student union, and he did not have the traditional politeness and humility of the Oriental." Someone scoffed, "It's time for Caesar to teach him a lesson." ”

"yes, I don't think Caesar could really take him away." Someone retorted, "I just came from Instructor Masashi Toyama, and I heard him say that the two freshman awakened spirits are the ones who are quite low in the serial number ranking. ”

"The awakening spirit is powerful, which can only show that his bloodline is relatively pure. Besides, there are not many A-level students in the academy, and Caesar can be called the best among them, could it be that this freshman can still overpower Caesar? He's nothing more than an A-class. ”

"What's the noise?" One person said disdainfully: "Swords and soldiers face each other, and the superior judges themselves." ”

Kendo Department of the Kassel Academy.

Since most of the Kassel Academy's courses on hand-to-hand combat and advanced weapons are held in the morning, there are only a few members of the Kendo Club training ground in the afternoon.

However, there is naturally special treatment during the special period, because the news of the appointment between the freshmen and the president of the student union has spread, and a large number of people who have come to eat melons have poured into the originally empty training ground.

"Almost all the A-level students in the student council have been abused by Caesar here, right?" One of the student council members muttered.

"Heh, if our Lionheart Society's A-level shot, will he still be arrogant?" Next to him, a member of the Lionheart said haughtily.

The member of the student council glanced at the burly Lionheart man next to him, snorted and turned his head.

It is true that the members of the Lionheart Club generally outrank the student council, which is the consensus of all students of the Kassel Academy.

However, it is precisely because of the attitude of the Lionheart Club towards the excellence of its members that many students who do not belong to their eyes have reluctantly joined the student union. Therefore, the two major forces in this academy, one side is strong and strong, and the other side is a large number of soldiers, and there is no obvious distinction between superior and inferior.

Many of the members of the student council were here to cheer for their boss, Caesar, who had been elected president for only a few months since his freshman year, but he had completely conquered the student council with his strength and unparalleled leadership qualities. Of course, this also has a lot to do with the fact that he holds family dinners and pool parties at the Norton Pavilion at every turn.

However, there were also many old students of the Lionheart who came to watch the battle, and most of them were not used to Caesar's high-flying and costly and corrupt lifestyle, and they had an attitude of hating the members of the student council. They hope that this A-level freshman can work a miracle and break the illusion of the student council members.

In anticipation, Caesar finally entered, and his dazzling curly blonde hair was his most striking business card.

When he arrived, the cadets, who were crowded together from the entrance to the training ground, spontaneously made way for him to make way for him, reminiscent of Moses' splitting of the sea.

Caesar entered the arena without squinting under the gaze of the crowd on both sides, and entered the arena with his head held high, waiting for his opponent.

This is the majesty and momentum of the lion king in the lion pack! Many members of the student council were overjoyed, their faces full of pride, and even those veteran students of the Lionheart Club couldn't help but nod secretly. Caesar had always believed himself to be predestined, but those who knew him well knew that his pride was not a posturing, but a natural outpouring of emotion.

However, Xia Yan, who entered the dojo immediately after, disappointed everyone.

He wears a white T-shirt, khaki shorts, an unknown pair of white sneakers, and a green jade pendant hanging from his neck.

In the eyes of the audience, although Xia Yan's figure is tall but not athletic, it is far from the appearance of a muscular warrior in the impression of Westerners, and a high school student has no combat experience, so he may not be Caesar's opponent at all.

It's an A-level anyway, so it should be okay to pass two moves, right? The crowd thought.

Xia Yan has always been a casual person, and he has been isolated for a long time, always thinking about how to be comfortable and how to come. Being stared at seriously by so many people at once reminded him of the feeling of standing on the podium in the playground of Shilan Middle School.

It affects whether people play well or not, Xia Yan complained in his heart.

"I heard that you Chinese are all per capita sword saints?" Caesar asked, picking up a long-handled hunting knife from the weapon rack.

"We Chinese are like this, but I still prefer to be called a weapon master rather than the title of Sword Saint." Xia Yan walked over to Caesar and took out a tasseled gun from the gun basket next to the weapon rack.

Xia Yan is not modest in this regard, when he was in the second grade of primary school, the school gave their class a new physical education teacher, a bald man about thirty years old, who looked very fierce, not only the students were afraid of him, but even the teachers also respected him.

Only Xia Yan is not afraid of him.

But it's not appropriate to say this, because Xia Yan has really never been afraid of anyone since he was a child, and the only thing that can scare him is the sudden appearance of demons and monsters that occupy the entire screen in horror movies.

So adhering to the attitude that people don't reject me and I don't reject people, the bald physical education teacher and Xia Yan had an all-round, in-depth and multi-angle close exchange.

After the two got acquainted, Xia Yan knew that this bald man was the leader of the junior martial arts school when he was young, and he was violently beaten by a monk for some reason. So he went around to learn from teachers, and after thinking that he had succeeded, he went to the Shaolin Ancestral Court in the Central Plains to provoke, and the result was that he was beaten up by a monk.

In the end, the bald man converted to Shaolin martial arts, shaved his degree, but did not have a scar on the top of his head, and became half a warrior monk.

After practicing on the mountain for a few more years, he finally merged with hundreds of schools, washed away the lead, and returned to the basics. The bald man wanted to go back and sweep the martial arts arena, but he was urged by his father and mother to make a major event in his life, and he found a relationship and stuffed him into the school as a physical education teacher.

Daddy's original intention was to let him find a female teacher to fall in love and get married, but the bald man had just returned to society and was not interested in this, but he fulfilled Xia Yan, a little monster.

Xia Yan, who is bald and determined to be able to run a thousand meters in three minutes in the second grade of primary school (in fact, it can be faster), is really a rare good seedling of the family, so he insists on passing on his martial arts to Xia Yan during various holidays and free time.

The bald man himself passed on from generation to generation, and he couldn't go against his parents' wishes to start a family, so he had to pass on his dream of dominating the martial arts to Xia Yan, who didn't have his parents to meddle in things. The bald man believes very much that Xia Yan, who has no father and no mother, is the template of the protagonist in the novel, and he will one day become famous in Kyushu.

And Xia Yan didn't disappoint him, the moves of various sects were all at once, and after practicing it a few times, he immediately looked like it. Later, it even became Xia Yan complaining that there were few things in the bald club, which was not enough for him to learn.

To this day, Xia Yan still remembers the afternoon when he was separated from the bald man when he graduated from elementary school.

He and the bald man sat on a stone pier in front of the school, each holding an old popsicle. They looked at the orange sky reflected by the setting sun, and took a bite of popsicles, and after finishing the popsicles, the bald man went to the nearby shop to buy two bottles of iced blackcurrants.

Xia Yan took the white prostitute blackcurrant and touched a glass with the bald man, and then drank it with a bang. The bald man glanced at him, picked up the bottle and drank it all.

Until the night approached, when the two parted with each other, the bald man sighed faintly and said with affection: "The sky is high and the earth is far away, and I feel that the universe is infinite. Happiness and sorrow come, and there are many things to know the void. ”

What Xia Yan didn't expect was that after inheriting the mantle of the bald man, he was forced to face internationalization before he had time to conquer the domestic martial arts, and he didn't know how much strength the martial arts taught him by the bald man could make a difference in the face of foreigners.

"The training equipment of the martial arts department is not open, you don't have to be afraid." Caesar kindly reminded.

"It's okay." Xia Yan replied: "Even if I am given a hammer that can only smash people, I have no opinion. ”

Caesar laughed, and he finally asked, "Do you need a referee?" ”

"What kind of referee do you want?" The boy said: "The eyes of the masses are bright. ”