"C point, please respond, please respond!"
"C point has been breached, the target is too fast, unable to lock on, unable to lock on!"
"B point encountered ene..."
"B point has been breached, the target is moving towards the main camp, prepare to intercept!"
"President, the target has entered the bell tower!"
"Repeat, the target has entered the bell tower!"
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Inside the bell tower, students holding MP5s, filled with Frigga bullets, beads of sweat on their foreheads, stared wide-eyed at the corner, holding their breath and waiting for the enemy's arrival.
Five MP5s locked down all the spaces in the corridor, even if that person was fast, he had nowhere to hide!
However, accompanied by the roar of collapsing walls, the five students instinctively turned their gun barrels, the target did not enter through the main gate through this must-pass corridor, he entered by breaking through the wall from outside!
As rubble flew and dust billowed, a ghostly figure attacked. Only one person reacted and opened fire, but the intruder wielded a specially made plastic rod and easily blocked the bullets.
The 70-centimeter rod swung in his hand like an exquisite sword!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Five consecutive impacts on the wall, in an instant, the five students guarding the passage fell to the ground. The forceful wind generated by the swing of the rod dispersed the dust from the collapsing wall, revealing the figure of a teenager.
He weighed the special plastic rod in his hand, somewhat dissatisfied. Why could these people use real guns while he could only use such toys?
The war confrontation class for students was not very friendly to users of cold weapons. However, it was understandable. Frigga bullets were non-lethal when hitting the body, just causing anesthesia and unconsciousness. In contrast, during hand-to-hand combat with cold weapons, serious injuries or death could occur.
So, apart from private sparring among students or the occasional free day madness, the war confrontation classes arranged by the academy often provided these types of gel props instead to prevent serious injuries or deaths among students.
However, although they were gel props, they were similar to police batons. With Lu Chen's strength, hitting someone would inevitably cause injury, even if not using full force. These senior brothers might need to rest for a few days.
This was a first-year versus second-year practical combat class, also considered a tradition of Cassell Academy. It was probably to teach senior brothers how to "behave," but today this format seemed to have reversed.
This was the simulated battlefield in the back mountain of the academy. The bell tower here had undergone countless generations of "trampling" by students. Now, the large bell at the top was long gone, leaving only a platform about three meters in diameter, with uneven walls at the edges.
Caesar stood on the top of the tower, calm. This made his deputy also calm down. No matter how powerful the enemy was, if the leader was not panicking, neither would he.
Caesar was the kind of leader who, even if it were the end of the world, standing in front, could still make the masses follow him with peace of mind.
At this moment, he was carefully listening to the footsteps below. Even though spoken language was disabled, his hearing was still far superior to other hybrids.
S-level, Lu Chen, was truly an interesting opponent.
Suddenly, Caesar exerted force in his legs and jumped. The ground he was originally standing on shattered, no, not just his small piece, the entire top of the bell tower was broken through!
Caesar stared in shock at the object that came flying towards him, not Lu Chen as he expected, but a piano! It was placed on the lower level, a standing piano!
Nearly three hundred kilograms of this massive object was thrown up from below by someone, shattering the ground entirely. Caesar's planned combat strategies were all nullified.
Even with Caesar's composure, his eye twitched involuntarily. He had heard about S-level individuals having extraordinary strength, but today he witnessed just how absurd it could be.
He could barely lift a three-hundred-kilogram piano, let alone throw it upwards like a projectile. The member of the student council clearly lacked Caesar's reaction abilities. As he fell from the collapsing ground, he was struck by the piano on his right arm, obviously fracturing it.
Caesar leaped into the air, pulling out his gun, and instinctively fired downwards. The Desert Eagle roared as large-caliber Frigga bullets poured down.
A strong wind blew, dispersing the smoke, and coming towards him was a steel plate! All the bullets were blocked by it.
With a backflip, Caesar stood on the broken edge of the wall, pulling out the Dekevito strapped to his back, aiming it at the black-haired youth who had just landed on the opposite side.
Lu Chen looked at the Dekevito in Caesar's hand and felt like cursing. What was this!?
I suspect the academy is targeting me. They didn't provide cold weapons, but they damn well didn't say students couldn't bring their own! And he had returned the Dekevito to the "public" after his mission.
As a master of cold weapons, Lu Chen could immediately see that Caesar was holding an excellently crafted blade. He didn't even know its properties in the alchemy field. Wasn't this just bullying a poor guy like him?
At this moment, two prominent figures in the academy stood facing each other on the remains of the bell tower. The autumn wind lifted Caesar's dazzling golden hair, while Lu Chen's broken hair danced in front of his forehead. It was like a scene from a TV drama where two masters were dueling at the peak.
However, Caesar's next words shattered the atmosphere. "Throwing objects from a height isn't very polite."
The steel plate landed with a dull thud, fortunately, there were no students nearby.
"Sorry, came from the countryside, never been to a tall building, manners are a bit lacking," Lu Chen said, lowering his body. Although the plastic rod material was special, a collision with the alchemical blades would undoubtedly result in it being broken into two pieces. He wanted to determine the outcome with "normal physical abilities."
However, the next moment, Caesar's actions surprised Lu Chen.
"I don't like taking advantage of others."
Caesar threw the Dekevito down as well, even though he had just said that throwing objects from a height wasn't good.
After coming back to his senses, Lu Chen smiled and tossed the plastic rod aside. "You're really something."
"You too," Caesar replied, moving. However, the 20-centimeter wall under his feet felt like a broad avenue. He moved agilely, circling around to launch a surprise attack on Lu Chen's side.
In the midst of his attack, Caesar aimed for a throat-lock, but it was blocked. The opponent's arm exerted a tremendous force, almost causing him to lose his balance.
But Caesar didn't retreat. Instead, he used the momentum of his forward movement to leap into the air. Like an athlete performing on the parallel bars, he adjusted his posture in mid-air, legs spread apart, arms downward.
Caesar knew from the beginning that Lu Chen's strength far exceeded his own, perhaps even two or three times. In a head-on fistfight, he had no chance of winning. He could only seize the opportunity to use Jiu-jitsu, lock the opponent's joints, and strangle the opponent's throat to suffocate him!
A smile appeared in Lu Chen's eyes. Although Caesar's movements seemed extremely slow to him, the feeling of having a serious opponent spar with him had been long gone. He quickly lowered his body, shifted to the side, and reached out to grab Caesar's bare foot.
Once he caught him, the fight would be over. Even with the physique of a hybrid, falling from this height would result in injury if not death.
However, when he lowered his head, he froze. A smile unconsciously appeared on his face, and below, Caesar was also smiling. With each hand holding a Desert Eagle, the black barrels were aimed directly at Lu Chen's head.
"Bang... Bang..."