Chapter 155 Cold Weapons Class

On the fourth day after the New Year, the Holy Blood Hall received an invitation letter from Caesar Gattuso.

"I'm not interested in his balls and drinking parties."

The sound of the blades clashing was continuous, like an exciting march.

Lu Mingfei and Yuan Zhennu each held swords made by the Equipment Department and fought fiercely in the center of the hall. In the giant paintings hanging on the wall, holy and noble angels were watching these two rapidly flashing figures.

Although she is a redeemer, her strength cannot be ignored.

He was once an "extremely evil ghost" and belonged to the "Emperor" level within the mixed race just because of his bloodline. However, due to the limitations of Minamoto's young girl's personality, the ghost's strength was not fully unleashed.

"It's not a dance, he wants to invite you to attend tomorrow's cold weapon combat class."

Chu Zihang glanced at the invitation letter briefly. The member of the student union who was responsible for delivering the invitation letter beside him was already dumbfounded.

"Qiang!"

Dazzling sparks flew up, and the sparring ended with Yuan Jingnu's sword being knocked away. Yuan Jingnu fell to the ground, her face as delicate and beautiful as a girl's was red, and she was panting.

The golden light in his eyes was gradually fading - he had indeed exhausted all his strength.

"Tomorrow's practical class? Does it have any special significance?"

Lu Mingfei put away his sword and exhaled a long breath of turbid air. His exposed skin turned as red as fire, and white steam visible to the naked eye came out.

After a while, with the crackling of the bones in his body, his body returned to its original state.

"I don't know...just refuse."

Chu Zihang said.

Now he even began to choose to skip some meaningless practical classes, and the time he saved was used to directly practice with Yuan Jingnu - real-life actual combat and the trial of hunting the savior in "Dream Tapir".

"...Just go there."

Lu Mingfei thought about it carefully and decided to agree to take a look. Caesar gave him a very good impression.

"Okay, I'll go with you tomorrow."

Chu Zihang walked into the arena, picked up the long sword dropped by Yuan Zhennu, and started to warm up.

The swordsmanship of the Blood Angels is unique to the Astartes and cannot be controlled without strong physical fitness. Even if Chu Zihang wants to practice one and a half moves taught by Lu Mingfei, he still needs to use "violent blood" to force it. High physical strength.

In short, no matter what, as long as the swordsmanship can kill the enemy, it is a good swordsmanship.

In addition, several new members who have joined the Weeping Angels Society also have to undergo the test of the bolt gun. The .70 caliber finger cannon insists that not everyone can control the ferocious recoil of the gun.

Unless Lu Mingfei speaks up, the madmen in the equipment department will only think of ways to make this Tutu guy stronger and cooler instead of optimizing the recoil.

Lu Mingfei estimated that he should be able to form a scout team of new recruits in March, and wait until the freshman season in August to absorb a wave of potential new blood.

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The time came to ten o'clock in the morning the next day.

Chu Zihang took Lu Mingfei to a gym next to the Hall of Heroes in the academy. When they arrived, the spacious classroom with the style of the Children's Palace Kendo Hall was already overcrowded.

Lu Mingfei's arrival caused a commotion. Who would have thought that this S-class who had missed the entire semester would "come here" before the end of the semester.

"There are a lot of people, most of them are from the student union."

Chu Zihang glanced at the students in the gym and whispered.

"I'll go find Caesar and ask what's going on."

Lu Mingfei caught Caesar Gattuso in the crowd at a glance and walked straight over.

"I thought you wouldn't come. Fortunately, once you come, my confidence will be enough."

Caesar smiled and greeted Lu Mingfei.

"Let me take this class...is there anything special about it?"

Lu Mingfei briefly recalled the content of this course. The lecturers were also retired members of the special forces from the school's engineering department, teaching grappling, cold weapon combat, etc.

Naturally, he does not need to learn these basics, but other hybrids in this college do. Laying these foundations will allow them to further utilize the advantages of hybrids in the future.

Because of their dragon ancestry, hybrids are born with stronger motor nerves and reflexes than ordinary people. Lu Mingfei remembered that one day Old Tang was holding a basketball and wanted to have a pleasant practice with some beautiful girls, and then the one he was talking about was wearing white silk stockings. The beautiful dancing girl almost scared him out of her wits by blocking a bullfight shot.

"I want to ask you a favor, can you?"

Caesar moved closer to Lu Mingfei and lowered his voice, "Of course I hope you don't need to take action."

"...Let's be honest, I personally don't like guessing riddles."

Lu Mingfei sighed lightly.

"Do you still remember what I told you a few days ago..."

Before Caesar could finish his words, he was interrupted by a burst of more restlessness and exclamations.

A figure stepped onto the wooden floor of the gym. It was an old man with a temperament like an old gentleman. He had gray hair and a kind demeanor, but the bulging muscles that stretched out the suit on his upper body told people that this old man was anything but simple.

"It's the principal!"

The students screamed in surprise, and some girls even covered their mouths to prevent themselves from screaming impolitely.

"It's a rare trip back to the academy. I just happened to catch up with the last cold weapons practical class before the end of the semester. On a whim, I planned to substitute for my dear students." Hilbert Jean Angers took off his suit with a smile. Jacket, "It seems like you don't welcome me very much?"

The students all shook their heads and scrambled to defend themselves. At the same time, they quickly found their seats and sat down obediently, looking forward to what kind of lessons Angers would bring to them today.

His reputation in the college was unparalleled. All students, professors, and department heads respected him. Even the most difficult junior high school students in the equipment department were impressed by Angers.

"Is this why you invited me here?"

Lu Mingfei tilted his head slightly, and he was also a little surprised by Angre's arrival.

When he was in Japan, he had never heard of the history of Angers defeating all the masters of the eight Sheqi families at that time and asking them to sign a contract to establish a Japanese branch.

How could the most powerful avenger of the secret party not have two brushes?

"Yes, I received word in advance that the principal is coming to take over this class."

"The application I submitted for the 'Free Day' activity a few days ago was returned. The principal replied that if anyone can satisfy him in today's kendo class, he will agree to the application."

"Free day? What kind of event is that?"

"It's a free competition similar to real-life CS. The students are divided into two parties and start fighting until only one person is left standing to win. How about it? Doesn't it sound exciting?"

Caesar's blue ocean-like eyes were filled with excitement.

"……good."

Lu Mingfei wanted to say that he might as well come to the Holy Blood Pavilion to do this. His memory dream of Planet Sotis was the best battlefield.

The problem is that it is too much for Yuan Jingnu to have too many people together. His "Dream Tapir" field can only affect up to three people at the same time.

"So you want me to play?"

"That's right, you should be the only one in the college who can have a head-to-head discussion with the principal," Caesar smiled and patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder, "But let me play first when the time comes. It's not my style to back down because I'm afraid of failure. style."

Fight against Angers?

Lu Mingfei became interested. He also wanted to know the strength of this old warrior. He had once faced an alien at the Dragon King level and survived.

Then another thought arose in his mind. If there was a chance, he would drag Angre to the Holy Blood Pavilion and use Yuan Jingnu's voice spirit to enter that memory again to see the strength of the Dragon King-level alien.

"Chinese Wudang Tai Chi swordsmanship, Cossack cavalry swordsmanship, Russian bear claw assassination... There are many excellent and long-standing cold weapon tactics in the world, but this class only lasts fifty minutes, so I will talk about the ones I am personally better at. Japanese swordsmanship.”

Angers started his lesson. He rolled up his sleeves and grabbed a bamboo sword for practice. His whole body naturally transformed into the starting hand position of "holding the sword in the middle" of Japanese swordsmanship.

The practice bamboo sword, which was nearly four feet long, was held in Ange's hand like a truly sharp killing weapon. Every movement was filled with a sense of tyrannical power. Many students subconsciously took a step back, as if under the influence of the sword. In a moment, Ange was about to step forward and swing his sword.

"A warrior indeed."

Lu Mingfei nodded, the title of the strongest hybrid was not unfounded.

"Japanese kendo also has a long history. The emphasis of kendo lies in the fundamentals. The steps, postures, and moves cannot be mastered overnight."

"In these short fifty minutes, I will only teach you a basic technique and movement, as well as a sword theory."

The students stood up from the ground one after another and stood two meters apart. They imitated Ange's posture and held the practice bamboo sword in the mid-hand position.

"Relax your shoulders, the hidden momentum is accumulated in the right foot in front of you, and the palm of the hand holding the knife is in the center..."

Angers walked down with his sword in hand and corrected the movements of the students one by one starting from the first row.

Chu Zihang naturally integrated into the course. He had taken relevant courses on the basics of kendo when he was in the Children's Palace. Japanese swordsmanship and Qi family swordsmanship were also tempered in battles against people and Deadpool. Angers' She nodded appreciatively as her eyes swept over him.

Ange's eyes raised slightly when he glanced at Lu Mingfei, as if he didn't expect that Lu Mingfei would also come to class.

But when he saw Caesar next to Lu Mingfei, he seemed to understand something. He shook his head helplessly and smiled, correcting Caesar's non-standard movements.

As for Lu Mingfei - he didn't need to think about any other posture and steps at all, it had become instinctive after a hundred years of fighting.

Even with different styles of swordsmanship, Lu Mingfei can show off a perfect prelude to killing just by looking at them.

After a lap, Angers returned to his original teaching position and signaled the students to put down their bamboo swords:

"The change of moves after this action can be freely changed, whether it is a step-up slash with the sword, a whirling diagonal slash, a reverse cassock, etc. The consistent use of sword moves is equally important. The relevant kendo courses will be opened in the next semester, so I will not introduce them here. Tell more.”

"Who can tell me next, what is most important in a one-on-one confrontation between cold weapons?"

"Pre-emptive strike!"

Caesar immediately raised his hand.

Everyone's eyes were turned to Caesar, and at the same time they looked at Lu Mingfei beside him.

The most low-key S-class and the recently popular student union president are together, and it is easy for people to have some kind of daydream.

"Get out of the queue."

Angers raised his eyebrows.

Caesar grabbed the bamboo sword and walked out of the path separated by the students for him, his dark blue eyes eager to challenge.

"Caesar Gattuso, our youngest student union president, has a rare 'A' grade pedigree."

Angers rolled up his cuffs and drew an elegant sword arc with the bamboo sword in his hand. "Your answer is correct. In a one-on-one confrontation, whoever can strike first will have the opportunity to win the battle."

"Then you draw the knife first."

He made a starting move.

The students screamed in surprise, and the students in the front row immediately stepped back, leaving enough room for the two of them.

"Please give me some advice from the principal."

Caesar took a deep breath and his expression became serious. He did not use the kendo technique he had just been taught. Instead, he held his bamboo sword down and used his skilled Polish cavalry swordsmanship to fight.

He stared intently at Angers, who was smiling, and his mind was running rapidly, calculating the angle, strength, and moves of the next attack.

About ten seconds later, Caesar suddenly stepped forward and charged, like an arrow from the string. The bamboo sword "unsheathed" in his hand and performed a dazzling sword dance. The students could not even reach the speed of Caesar's explosion. If you can't see it clearly, forget about the intention in the erratic sword dance.

The sword dance only lasted less than half a second. The nearly four-foot-long bamboo sword completed the slashing angle during the sword dance, and struck Angers waist in a tricky position!

The opponent is Hilbert Jean Angers. Even a practice session is worthy of everyone present’s all-out effort. He is a living legend among mixed races.

"Snapped!"

There was a clear sound, and before everyone could understand what was going on, the bamboo sword in Caesar's right hand had been knocked away. Angers did not move at all, but the bamboo sword in his hand had already made a whirling slash. Oblique arc.

But Caesar's sprint did not stop, nor did his movements falter in the slightest.

He was less than half a meter away from Angers. He leaned down like a cheetah hunting for prey, took out a second shorter bamboo sword from his arms with his left hand and stabbed Angers in the heart!

This is the assassination sword skill of the Assassin assassin!

Assassins often hide their weapons on their bodies and never reveal the edge of their weapons until they are killing people. The assassination technique named as an assassin naturally only exists for that fatal knife. Everything before that is in service of this knife. !

The students let out a burst of exclamation. If it had been them, they would have defeated the opponent's weapon and chased him - and then their lives would have been ended with a fatal knife.

"Snapped!"

There was another clear sound.

Caesar's long-planned assassination knife missed the target. Angers was already standing beside him, holding a bamboo sword and maintaining the slashing action. The impact point of the bamboo sword was Caesar's golden head.

There was a burst of exclamation from the students in the gym. It all happened so fast that they were a little dazzled.

"Last come first."

Angers moved the bamboo sword away from Caesar's golden hair, "It is true to pursue preemption in battle, but we can be one step ahead of it, penetrate the opponent's intentions at the moment the opponent raises the sword or steps forward, and then take the lead. Attack the opponent's vital points in one step."

"But at this moment, the 'latest striker' opportunity requires observation, prediction of precursors, summary judgment of combat experience, and personal instinct to fight for it. Classmate Caesar's performance was very good, and his hidden sword was used in the battle with powerful opponents. Enough to achieve complete victory.”

Angers smiled and helped Caesar up, who looked helpless, "But it's a pity that my reaction speed is so much faster."

Thunderous applause erupted in the gym, and the students clapped their hands for Caesar's wonderful performance and the principal's strength.

"Anyone else want to step forward and give it a try?"

Ange said with a smile, but his eyes passed through the students in the front row who raised their hands excitedly, and fell directly on Lu Mingfei, who had a calm face.