Unfortunately, before the competition began, Bruce Wayne, a freshman with high hopes, was arrested on the spot by the Discipline Committee for illegally possessing a hot weapon at school for a serious violation of school rules.

Professor Manstein, who was on the verge of a myocardial infarction, roared and let his retired Navy SEALs rush up, pressing Baxmmann, who was still posing on the stage, to the ground, allowing him to enjoy the ultimate courtesy of the Great Empire - left and right for the man to be the front and back of the man and the man on the man.

Wayne, who was full of big men, was not convinced, and he was still shouting with only his head exposed: "I said that I will do it with real knives and guns, where did I break the rules, can't I afford to play?!" ”

As he spoke, he twisted his neck vigorously, looked at the area where the "vice principal" was located, and angrily told the grievances and injustices he had suffered: "Vice principal, I want to report it, this competition is shady!" I suspect that someone in the Discipline Committee has taken black money! ”

"Shut your mouth up for me!" Professor Manstein's face turned red with anger, and he stretched out his hand and pointed to the door and gritted his teeth, "Hurry up and carry him away, I don't want to see him again." ”

Several members of the Discipline Committee who were two meters tall and muscular enough to participate in bodybuilding competitions, and hurriedly left with their strong arms between Wayne, who was still struggling, and the voice of the man with unyielding will was still in the air: "I am not convinced, I want to appeal, I want to send a lawyer's letter-"

Pressing his eyebrows hard, Manstein suppressed the anger in his heart and the crazy surging blood pressure, glanced at the old cowboy opposite who was more difficult to suppress than AK, and secretly scolded that these two old guys were too indulgent to the students, so that the freshmen who had just entered the school did not pay attention to their discipline committee at all, and dared to destroy the campus facilities in front of him and attack his classmates with guns.

If this is left unchecked, sooner or later it will lead to a flood of guns in the academy, and it is inevitable that someone will organize a large-scale fire among students, destroying the school building to a dilapidated state.

Fingal watched Wayne happily sent away, and the indifferent expression on his face was almost unbearable.

Seriously, he just regrets it now, very much regrets, why he created the news department in the first place, why he recruited those living treasures.

Obviously, his previous painting style was so rigorous, indifferent and efficient, but after getting along with the Four King Kongs for a long time, he became more and more down-to-earth, and he might have to be grounded in the underworld if he didn't care about it.

Looking at the eyes of the students around him, he felt that his image of a cold male god in their minds was collapsing day by day.

And Xia Di next to him seemed to see through Shufen's thoughts, and symbolically comforted: "It's good to get used to it, if you can't resist, then try to enjoy it." ”

Fingal nodded, not knowing if he had listened, stood up and moved his hands and feet slightly, and then walked towards Yuan Zhisheng, who was standing quietly not far away, as if he had just experienced a boring farce.

The students who were still laughing at Bruce Wayne saw the ace of the academy appear, and instantly restrained their unbridled laughter and gave them great respect.

Cassel has always respected the strong, everything here is based on strength, even if you are from a prestigious family, you can't make up for the gap in blood, after all, it is rare for a half-breed wealthy family to send the core children of the family to Ange's mouth.

Why can the Lionheart Club firmly dominate the school's right to speak, and squeeze the student council that should be in the school into a marginal role, so that people who meet the Lionheart Club don't even dare to let out a fart, not only because they have a long history, but also because they are too capable of fighting.

And Fingal, who can subdue the Lionheart Church in terms of combat power, will naturally gain more respect.

Yuan Zhisheng quietly watched Fingal who was slowly coming, and his hand involuntarily pressed on the hilt of the knife.

At first, he thought that this ace of the academy had long been unknown to everyone, and after coming to Kassel, he learned about the other party's bad deeds and felt that he was not worthy of being his opponent, but two days ago, the other party took the initiative to provoke, and his aura was so strong that he had the illusion that he was facing everyone's master, and immediately knew that this person might be hiding something like himself.

At this moment, Fingal was dressed in simple casual clothes, with long gray hair tied in a ponytail with a leather band, and walked up empty-handed, casually pulling out the European long sword stuck in the ground.

After weighing it a little, it was barely usable.

When teaching Lu Mingfei his homework before, the two of them actually often talked about the characters and plots of martial arts together, and Fingal also practiced a rather chic starting style.

I saw him stepping on a T-shaped step, his left hand behind his waist, his right hand holding the sword obliquely pointing to the ground, his posture was tall and slightly sideways to the front, and his momentum was calm like a generation of kendo masters.

"Don't say it, you really look like a swordsman." Xia Di sat up straight, and didn't forget to comment to Eva who was dressed in disguise next to her.

Eva, who covered up her posture a little by a third, but still did not fall behind in front of a group of half-breed beauties, smiled and nodded, Fingal is used to using knives, but his swordsmanship is not bad, especially this European two-handed greatsword can also be used as a swordman.

When Yuan Zhisheng pulled out his sword and looked at Fingal in the same posture, everyone tacitly stopped talking, and the quiet needles of the kendo hall could be heard on the ground.

Neither side saluted, but their eyes collided fiercely in the air, as if an invisible spark was flickering.

"Kassel Academy Japan Branch, Gen Zhisheng, please advise." The voice of the young master of the Eight Yuan Families of Snake Qi was cold, with a sharp edge like a piercing cold.

There was no kendo etiquette in this fight from the beginning, and Dad said that he didn't have to be too low-key at the Kassel Academy, and he could show his domineering attitude appropriately.

And this battle is not only the grudge between the newcomers of the academy and the old king, but also the contest between the members of the Japanese branch and the elite of the headquarters, the headquarters of the Kassel Academy has been suppressing the Japanese branch intentionally or unintentionally, and the Japanese branch has always left an indelible psychological shadow on the commissioners sent by the headquarters, and the contradictions between the two have accumulated for a long time, just waiting for someone to detonate one day.

Because of this, he did not report the school of kendo he had learned.

Fingal's expression did not change in the slightest when he heard this, and he spoke in a calm and deep tone: "The headquarters of the Kassel Academy, Fingal. ”

The status of the two is not on the same level, Fingal is the trump card of the headquarters, and Yuan Zhisheng is only a freshman from the Japanese branch who came to study, and he is too far behind in terms of age and prestige to be worthy of Fingal's "teaching" at all.

Everyone present could keenly catch the growing smell of gunpowder in the air, and just as everyone was waiting for the two on the field to present an unforgettable final showdown for everyone, the tense atmosphere was suddenly interrupted by an untimely chuckle.

"Hehe, I don't even have a lottery head just like this, and it's not mellow at all, why don't you gamble?" Xia Di, who was pretending to be the vice principal, sat with Erlang's legs crossed to watch the play, raised the goblet in his hand, and made a suggestion that would make Professor Manstein's blood pressure soar.

Manstein, who was almost infuriated by Wayne into a myocardial infarction, had just suppressed his anger, and was almost suffering a cerebral thrombosis by his unobtrusive father, and he tried to keep calm and squeezed out the warning words from between his teeth: "Vice principal, please don't instigate students to gamble." ”

Hearing this, Xia Di glanced at the bald son of the night watchman, and wondered if the old guy had inherited his son's baldness by wearing a cowboy hat all year round, but he still squeaked for the last time in cooperation: "OKOK~ Whoever wins, who wins, will get this bottle of my cherished son red." ”

This was originally intended for Wayne, thinking of encouraging him to invite Yuan Zhisheng to eat a few peanuts in the fierce battle as much as possible, but the kid was not angry, and it didn't come in at all to eat the wolf jelly, and he was sent away by pleasure at the beginning.

And the two people who confronted each other on the field took the words of "vice principal" as the wind in their ears, and at this moment they only had each other in their eyes, completely shielding the interference of idle people.

A super hybrid from the Eight Families of Snakes, and Fingal, an enhanced version of Xia Di after escaping death, both of them are confident in themselves and are sure that they can slash each other without revealing their true strength.

Without hesitation, when the momentum was at its peak, the two started to kill each other at the same time.

"Bang-"

It was like a spring thunderbolt, and in the blink of an eye, the two of them crossed a distance of several meters, and the European greatsword and the spider collided together, making a deafening explosion, which made everyone present lose their minds for a moment.

Feeling the tremendous power of the weapon, both Fingal and Yuan Zhisheng had a kind of joy when they saw the hunting heart, obviously they were just holding the sword in one hand, but they were stiff and stiff together, as if they were wrestling with each other.

The muscles of his arm that were not particularly thick bulged and he held the spider and pressed down hard, a glint flashed in Yuan Zhisheng's eyes, he had already used sixty percent of his strength, but he was just fighting evenly with the other party?

If the Kassel Academy's highest rating for bloodlines is S, then Gen Zhisheng, as the future emperor of the Eight Snake Families, can at least get a double S rating, and it is irresponsible to say that he is a dragon in human skin, and he has an overwhelming advantage in the face of half-breeds with bloodlines below the S level.

If someone had taken his blood for testing, the consequences would be the same as the Japanese bombing of Pearl Harbor, and not only would he have to be tried by the secret party, but the Japanese branch would also be subject to a great purge by the Kassel Academy and the secret party.

Fingal held the European greatsword in one hand, his muscles congested and his casual clothes bulging, and his iron-gray eyes stared at the guy in front of him, as if he was curious how long the other party could hold under his hands.

Sensing that Fingal obviously had any strength left, Yuan Zhisheng no longer did this childish wrestling, although his true strength could crush him in an instant and slash at the opponent's dog's head, but that would be too supermodel, he just dodged and drew a knife to cut the opponent's neck.

Yuan Zhisheng, who took the initiative to make the move, was like an eagle falcon, the spider in his hand cut like a poisonous snake, and spit out letters as fast as lightning, and in just a moment, the tip of the knife broke through the air barrier and touched a few strands of hair hanging down Fingal's sideburns.

"Qiang—"

The extreme speed made the strength of this knife slightly missing, and it was easily swung away with a big sword by Fingal's wrist, and Yuan Zhisheng, who didn't expect this move to work, decisively changed his move when the tip of the knife deviated from the target, and no longer cautiously tried but began to slash wildly like a rainstorm pear blossom.

Mirror Heart Wise Flow Dance!

Gen Zhisheng is the emperor of the Eight Families of Snakes, and the education he received is the strictest and most traditional Japanese education, and he has learned all the existing swordsmanship in Japan, including the purest ancient murder swordsmanship, and his professionalism is not at all something that these half-baked students of the Kassel Academy can understand.

The first of his attempts to receive the title was one of the three major schools of Edo swordsmanship, Kagami-keki-ryu, which seemed to be extremely artistic, but it was destined to not be what it was to be if it was able to gain a foothold in the turbulent era at the end of the Edo period.

"Ding! Bite! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Bite! Bite! ”

The continuous sound of striking iron sounded in the kendo hall, and Gen Zhisheng's figure slammed towards Fingal like a stormy wind and waves, and his every move was just right, elegant and calm, like a dancer with a knife, but the falling blade would always appear at the most appropriate angle and at the right time where it should be.

The onlookers were amazed by Gen Zhisheng's dizzying slashes and graceful steps, and the level of kendo displayed was breathtaking, and if they were caught in it, they would not have been able to hold it for too long.

And Fingal, who was shrouded by the boundless sword, was still calm, holding a twenty-pound sword in one hand or picking or chopping or blocking, blocking every knife that Yuan Zhisheng swung, although he didn't even move his footsteps like in martial arts for a long time, but his position was completely called a leisurely stroll.

Gen Zhisheng could see that Fingal did not use any kind of swordsmanship in the process of blocking, he was like a layman, completely relying on his terrifying reaction speed to block the attack with the long sword.

Ke Yuan Zhisheng has investigated Fingal, this guy is proficient in various European swordsmanship and swordsmanship, among which the most famous Richardner swordsmanship and Mercer swordsmanship in Germany have been practiced since childhood, and the Kassel Academy also has kendo classes and martial arts classes, this guy is definitely not a guy who relies on excellent physical fitness to eat opponents raw.

But even so, the other party's physical fitness is also very rare and strong among the people he has seen, if he is just an ordinary A-level half-blood, he can't really be planted in the hands of the other party.

"It is worthy of being a man who is known as a super A-level, and he really has two hits."

After realizing that Fingal could not be defeated by the swordsmanship of the Mirror Heart Wise Flow alone, Gen Zhisheng did not hesitate and began to put all he could into practice, such as the "Robe Chop" of the Treasure Yuan Stream, the "No Sword Take" of the Yagyu Shinyin Stream, and the "Heart Stick" and "Three Stages Burst" of the Natural Rational Heart Flow......

He has already integrated the tricks of the major genres, and every time he changes his moves, he is extremely smooth, so that people can't be abrupt at all, but he feels that this person's knife skills are extremely unpredictable, and he can't predict that his next knife will come.

And he tried his best to "do his best", which naturally forced Fingal's seriousness, he was no longer as calm as before, the long sword in his hand was impenetrable, and he no longer blindly parried when he saw the moves, and began to fight back rhythmically.

The two were entangled and attacked for two minutes, and the sound of striking iron almost made the teachers and students think that they had strayed into the blacksmith shop, and the sword light and sword shadows were mixed with sparks, as if two handsome blacksmiths were working together to forge a fine weapon.

Professor Manstein and Professor Guderian stared at the two warring sides, although the two of them could not see the sword and sword that were about to turn into afterimages at all, but one of the two elders was worried that the student would not be able to control his dereliction of duty because of the brawl, and the other was worried that the student he was most proud of would be stabbed in the back by little Japan, so he was always ready to call for rescuers to give first aid as soon as an accident occurred.

"When ——!!!"

It was another sword collision, and in the sound of gold and iron, Fingal and Yuan Zhisheng staggered by, turned around and were five meters apart, and there was a kind of "Hey, why is this kid so durable" in his eyes.

Looking at the hand-forged European broadsword in his hand, after hundreds of slashes, there have been countless gaps on the blade, even if it is repaired, it can only change from a big sword to a thin sword, from a macho man to a sissy.

The spider cut in Yuan Zhisheng's hand is different from the European broadsword forged by a mixture of high-carbon steel and spring steel, it is a real alchemy weapon, whether it is the texture or toughness of the broadsword with the curling blade, it is different from cloud mud, and there is no damage at all on the knife except for a few scratches.

Seeing that Fingal's weapon had been badly damaged, Yuan Zhisheng did not want to take advantage of the weapon, so he reached out and prepared to lend him the boy Che Angang, who had not been unsheathed at his waist.

Fingal, however, saw his intentions, shook his head slightly, and for the first time put his hands on the hilt of his sword, as if he was ready to make a move.

Seeing this, Yuan Zhisheng also held the sword in both hands, ready to show his true swordsmanship level.

In fact, whether it is the swordsmanship that Fingal learned or the kendo school mastered by Yuan Zhisheng, they all need to hold the sword with both hands to exert the strongest power, but the two guys who want to save face rely on the strong physical fitness of the half-breed to slash each other with a sword in one hand for a long time.

Taking a deep breath, Yuan Zhisheng held the knife in both hands and came to kill again, this time he used one of the mysteries of the Mirror Heart Wise Flow - the reverse scroll blade flow, the mystery of this move lies in the "roll", when swinging the knife, it seems to be constantly winding layers of silk around the knife body.

This is the opposite of the famous "curling blade flow", the curling blade flow is getting faster and faster, the silk is stretched tighter and tighter, and the speed of swinging the knife against the curling blade flow is gradually slowing down, but the power attached to the knife will continue to multiply, until the accumulated power is at the moment when the last knife falls, like a wall pushing down a building, people have nowhere to escape.

Master Xia, who was sitting not far away knocking melon seeds, saw this, and the corners of his mouth hooked: "Hey, isn't this the cloak hammer method, you already have a way to die, elephant tortoise." ”

The last knife of the "Reverse Scroll Blade Flow" "Balance One Text" slashed towards the European greatsword that was already on the verge of being scrapped, and a trace of appreciation flashed in the eyes of Yuan Zhisheng Gujing Wubo, although the other party will undoubtedly lose if this knife goes down, but after all, he has the advantage of weapons, and it is not easy for Fingal to fight with himself as an emperor to such a point.

His current performance is already a little beyond the range of strength that an A-level hybrid should have, so in order not to be noticed by others, it doesn't matter if he wins with weapons, anyway, this is the United States, just like when the bald eagle didn't talk about martial arts and dropped an atomic bomb on their heads, equipment is also part of the strength.

Fingal, the ace of this department, get ready for your defeat!

The light of the sword pierced the air in front of him like electricity, and in an unstoppable posture, he slashed the scarred European greatsword in two, and seeing that the tip of the knife was about to cut into Fingal's neck, Yuan Zhisheng's pupils shrank suddenly:

The force from the blade is wrong!

Looking down, I saw Fingal, who was holding a sword and slashing diagonally from the bottom up, only relying on his left hand to pull the blade, and the actual strength of his body was concentrated on his right hand, and when the big sword was broken, the German iron-blooded lone wolf had already clenched his palm into a fist, and a punch came in an instant.

"Adogan ——!!!"

Accompanied by Fingal's whisper, a standard Ascending Dragon Fist slammed into Gen Zhisheng's jaw, sending the future emperor of the Eight Snake Families flying two meters into the air.

Fingal, who was holding one hand high, looked at the audience, and there was only one meaning in his eyes: Boss Xia, I have completed the task!

Recommend a friend's book.,Friends who like to read Douluo fancy can take a look~.

(End of chapter)