Chapter 157 Missing Person Notice and S-Class

"President, the red side has pushed the front to our own entrance."

"Um."

"Wait, they're back on defense."

"It's Caesar!"

"He is rushing towards our headquarters!"

"Damn it, it would be great if Susie was here, let him be arrogant, he is completely a moving target!"

"Lancelot."

A cold boy's voice.

"They have snipers too, don't make assumptions."

The vice president of the Lion Heart Club in the channel sighed unwillingly and replied dully.

"yes!"

Chu Zihang sat alone in a quiet room.

If this was a church, then the boy at this moment would be a silent believer in the confessional.

He laid Murasame on his lap.

Lower your eyes and meditate.

In addition to practicing the Golden Crow Pillar, he also learned the skill of the natal sword from Lu Mingfei.

But unlike Yuanyuan's Zanpakutō-like path, Chu Zihang's natal sword is only a minor training, and the focus is on establishing a spiritual resonance with Murasame, so that while he is strong, he can feed back the sacred sword passed down from Chu Tianjiao. .

After cultivating his strength, especially after witnessing the competition between Lu Mingfei and Yuanyuan, Chu Zihang realized clearly.

If he continues to improve in the martial arts, sooner or later, Murasame will be unable to keep up with his footsteps, and it is reasonable that one day he will be shelved, or even broken in battle.

But Chu Zihang didn't want to.

Ultimately, Murasame is more than just a weapon.

It was the only thing the man had left for himself.

The Maybach was scrapped on that rainy night.

He couldn't lose Murasame again.

He couldn't allow himself to lose Murasame again.

Therefore, Chu Zihang minored in natal swordsmanship.

To be honest, this method is also a modified version of Lu Mingfei. It does not have the increase in combat power like Yuanyuan Shijie or even Swastika Jiji. After establishing spiritual resonance and warming up day and night, there is only one effect.

It is infinitely suitable for the user's physique.

Increased strength is the most basic characteristic.

In the end, it is not impossible that Murasame can still carry Chu Zihang's strength, or that he is inhuman and supernatural.

Even Waigang's unique skills.

But all this is a matter for later. All Chu Zihang needs to do now is to warm up Murasame's relationship day and night, and strive to complete the spiritual resonance with the Godly Sword as soon as possible.

Speaking of which, the introduction to the natal sword was completed in just a few days, and it even took only a week to start solving it.

But she has a clear sword mind.

For Yuanyuan, the skill of the natal sword came naturally, but for another person, even Lu Mingfei, might not be able to compare with Jianxin Kongming.

Not to mention Chu Zihang.

What he is really good at is the fire technique. As Lu Mingfei said, his progress on the Golden Crow Stake has been rapid, and even in the body refining stage, his strength has taken on some scorching properties. This is the transformation of a warrior into an inhuman form. One of the signs, but Chu Zihang's progress is far from inhuman, and he has not even reached the stage where his strength can be generated over and over again. According to Lu Mingfei, Chu Zihang is a natural fire seed.

But as the saying goes, good fortune and misfortune depend on each other. It is true that improving the fire department skills is a good thing. It also stimulates and enhances the dragon personality. This is a fact that Lu Mingfei has pointed out before teaching him martial arts. If he practices restraining the fire department, The ice or water skills can also suppress the dragon personality while improving martial arts, but the martial arts cultivation cannot be compared with the Golden Crow Stake. Chu Zihang knows all these, and now he has already Expected, nothing to say.

He has always been such a person.

Onward, onward, onward.

Or go to that rainy day, walk in front of the eight-legged horse god, and draw the sword.

Or die on the road.

There is no third possibility.

"This is!"

Lansnott's exclamation sounded on the channel.

There were also confused comments from other Lionheart members.

"Is there a bug in the scorer?"

"Is that the same on your side?"

"Well, the guys on the red side were getting lower limit after lower limit, what happened!"

The so-called scorer is a special equipment for this free one-day event, with the function of monitoring physical signs. Once the wearer falls into anesthesia and becomes unconscious, the person's status will be switched to "offline", and the remaining number of people in the camp will be There will also be a corresponding -1, which is intuitively displayed on the scorer.

Just now, the members of the Lion Heart Club were surprised to find that members of the red side, the camp where the student union is located, were offline one after another. In just one minute, more than ten people were missing.

These are not a dozen helpless kids.

Or the war-torn mercenaries in the Middle East are far behind.

This is a mixed breed!

How should I put it? You know, in this college in Kassel, even retired soldiers from the Marine Corps of the world's largest country can only be reduced to school workers, usually responsible for such tasks as changing toilet seats. , even if he is given a task, he is just giving the students a hand.

From this we can see what kind of guys the students in Kassel are.

And it was this group of violent elements that failed in a short period of time, again and again.

Lancelot suddenly thought as he stared at the scorer.

If today is not a day of freedom, but a real battlefield, their magazines will be replaced with real bullets from Frigga.

So at this moment, students are going offline one after another.

It's just massacre.

Massacre without any room for backhand.

who is it!

Lancelot broke into a cold sweat behind his back.

The first thing that comes to mind is Caesar and Chu Zihang.

But he was immediately rejected by himself.

Not to mention that one of the two people was still meditating in the quiet room, and the other could not possibly attack his subordinates.

Even if all these factors are eliminated, Chu Zihang and Caesar can even be allowed to join forces.

Can they really do this?

Lancelot was deeply suspicious of this.

It was precisely because of suspicion that fear began to grow like a vine in the heart of this iron-blooded warrior.

He didn't know who did this.

Is there really such a monster in Kassel?

Or...beyond Kassel...

An incredible thought occupied his mind.

That race almost only exists in legends.

dragon.

"he came."

Chu Zihang said.

Lancelot was stunned.

he?

It sounds like the president knows who this guy is.

correct!

Lancelot thought of yesterday's battle meeting.

The strange words Chu Zihang said at the end.

The protagonist of Freedom Day is neither Caesar nor him.

Therefore, the president has long expected this scene.

"who is he?"

Lancelot asked curiously.

Logically speaking, the day of freedom has not ended yet. They are still on the battlefield, and it is not yet time for a few people to chat on the public channel.

But look at the scorer.

The current number of survivors on the red side: 3

Everyone knows who these three people are.

Attack team led by Caesar.

It’s really interesting to think about.

When Caesar led his men to advance wildly, the remaining student union elites had been wiped out. Caesar was left alone, and his headquarters had fallen.

Lancelot suddenly became curious about Caesar at this time.

What would that proud and conceited guy look like?

It's really exciting.

The enjoyment only lasted for a moment, because he heard Chu Zihang's answer.

The answer to who.

Just listen to what the president of the Heart Association said.

There is still a faint smile.

"It's S-class."

…………

"Caesar!"

"I know."

Three people in crimson uniforms stood at the corner of the corridor in the small building.

As an attack team led by the student union president himself, they broke through the Lion Heart Club's defenses in the shortest possible time and entered the enemy's headquarters.

Next, as long as the props are obtained, the student union will win.

But just now, they were shocked to find that the members of their own church were going offline within a few minutes.

According to the time and stationing location of downline members, they draw the corresponding route map in their minds.

An unknown monster swaggered into the church's main entrance.

Chopping melons and vegetables all the way to the commanding heights where the sniper is.

Anyone who stood in front of him fainted.

They were even surprised to find that when the soldiers in front fell in large numbers, the people behind them didn't even notice.

Is it Mingzhao?

The effect is similar to the invisible word spirit.

But how is it possible!

Who can use the Word Spirit in the realm of the Night Watch!

The old man's commandments have shrouded Kassel all year round. There have been students who have tried every means to break through the prison of the commandments, but all attempts have ended in failure.

So some people speculate that the vice-principal's field is not just as simple as commandments and words, but there must be other means.

Such as alchemy.

As the top master of contemporary Western alchemy, using the technology of the Night Watch to expand the scope of his discipline and increase it to a certain extent and keep it constant, although it sounds unbelievable, is not impossible.

Beyond that, the students couldn't imagine how the Night Watcher managed to activate his voice year after year.

Due to the presence of the night watchman, the two student union elites immediately rejected the possibility of someone using Mingzhao.

But in this case, how did the attacker accomplish the feat of quietly destroying the student union headquarters.

Also, who was the attacker?

Chu Zihang.

Originally, it should have been his.

But that's not right.

The red side's defense forces left behind were completely wiped out and no one survived.

The free day is not over yet.

As we all know, the end condition of this event is that one party breaks into the enemy's headquarters and obtains props symbolizing victory.

This is a comprehensive competition of team quality and personal bravery.

But after the attackers destroyed the red team's headquarters, they did not take the props symbolizing victory.

This is intriguing.

"It's not Chu Zihang."

Caesar looked back at the church.

"He hasn't fought me yet, and until then we will wait for each other."

It sounded unreasonable, but Caesar believed it.

In addition to obtaining props, there is another simple and clear way to determine the outcome.

That is to fight until there is only one soldier left.

Who is the one standing at the end.

Whoever wins is the winner.

Caesar was sure that Chu Zihang was waiting for him.

This is a tacit understanding between old enemies.

King against king, against general.

The real winning or losing point of Freedom Day is not the props, but the winning or losing of the two of them.

But now, someone has intervened.

Caesar walked back.

"The idler is out!"

"It seems that there is still a warm-up activity waiting for me before the duel with Chu Zihang."

"interesting."

The two student union elites exchanged helpless looks.

Although there are still many mysteries.

Who are the attackers?

How many people are there?

What does it have to do with Chu Zihang?

But there is no way, the boss has already decided.

Before he makes a decision, the advisers can express their opinions and clarify the pros and cons.

After he decides, just obey.

This is Caesar.

A leader they follow from the heart.

The three of them walked back.

As if to the beat of a silent drum.

Impassioned and passionate.

It felt like there was a fire burning in my chest.

The radio rang.

"Speaking of which, do you want to say a few words when it starts?"

A young man asked quietly.

"Haha, of course this opportunity to shine in front of the whole school should be given to you, the boss!"

A mean man is quite a loser.

"This is not good."

The young man hesitated.

"I'm a little nervous."

"Boss, you can definitely do it!"

The mean man is very passionate.

"You are the man who single-handedly overthrew the student union!"

Caesar stood still.

He looked towards the church silently.

The two elites behind him frowned deeply.

"Alone? I remember this idiom seems to mean one person."

"Yes, but how is it possible that a person is not Chu Zihang? Who is that guy?"

"Wait a minute, there is a voice that sounds familiar to you. I think I heard it in the News Department."

"That's true..."

The conversation on the radio continues.

"Don't say that."

The young man was a little embarrassed.

Sure enough, are you aware of the gap between yourself and Caesar?

Two elites thought.

"The entire student union is not rigorous enough. It still needs a Caesar. It will be enough after I knock him out together."

The two elites stared and inhaled in synchrony, looked at the speakers on the church in disbelief, then turned their heads together and turned their attention to Caesar.

The big blond boy... is laughing!

Caesar is laughing!

He looked at the church with interest.

The look in his eyes was like that of a boy who had just gotten a model airplane.

Curiosity, excitement, eager to try.

Ruined!

The two elites checked their eyes and saw the same emotion in each other's eyes.

The boss is serious!

Whoever this boy is, it doesn't matter now.

They only knew that this guy would end badly.

The only one so far who has managed to hold out under the conscientious Caesar.

Only Chu Zihang.

"Wow, boss is the best in the world!"

The familiar mean man roared on the radio.

"What a Caesar! What a Chu Zihang! In front of our wise and powerful boss, he is just a chicken and a dog, and is not worth mentioning at all!"

The two elites looked at each other silently.

"Did you hear it?"

"Well, it's him, there's nothing wrong with it."

"That guy."

The two of them coincidentally had the same expression as Ron in Harry Potter when he ate the snot-flavored beans.

Sure enough, I heard the young man say it.

"I remember you are from the student union."

"That's all in the past!"

The mean man is upright and upright.

But wait, why can one person show these two completely opposite temperaments at the same time!

Maybe, this is talent.

"Now I am from Kyushu!"

The mean-spirited man is full of emotions.

Just by listening to this voice, you can imagine the deep affection on his face.

Caesar thought for a moment.

"Why do these words sound familiar to me?"

"It's Fingel, the information minister."

An elite reminder.

"At your monthly banquet, he would eat, cry and thank you, and praise your greatness and invincibility."

Caesar nodded.

"I remembered."

The line of his lips was as sharp as a tempered knife, slightly upturned.

"Fingel, interesting guy."

"I remember he was probing S-class intelligence."

"So, the other person is S-class."

At this moment, the voice of the boy whom Caesar guessed to be an S-class man came over the radio.

"I thought about it and I have to confess something to you."

"But it doesn't matter."

"Well, that's right. In fact, Zero has already finished this broadcast."

No one knows what Finger was thinking at that moment.

Do people who die socially also have marquees?

Will he recall the summer many years ago?

And the Chicago station from the day before.

If Fingel was given a chance to do it again.

He would definitely never talk to that boy!

No, that boy is simply a devil in the skin of a boy!

The young man patted Fingel on the shoulder with compassion.

The sound of the bang bang is like beating a wooden fish.

This shows what?

It shows that the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng sees through the mortal world, my Fingel!

"Boss!"

Fingel held the microphone and screamed sadly.

"Call me?"

Lu Mingfei asked curiously.

"no no."

Fingel instantly switched his smile and nodded friendly to Lu Mingfei.

Then he returned to his painful state and continued to howl.

"Boss Caesar!"

"I didn't mean it!"

"That was actually not me at all!"

"It's a madman named Griffin!"

"This is Journey to the West."

Lu Mingfei praised it.

Down the corridor, the only three people left in the student union were silent.

"this is……"

"I think I saw it when I was studying Chinese."

"Well, I also have the impression that it seems to be their traditional art."

The two elites looked at each other.

"crosstalk!"

Caesar laughed.

He applauded boldly.

"interesting!"

""really interesting!

The broadcast finally went silent.

After Lu Mingfei's friendly exchange, Fingel wisely chose to give up the microphone.

"One two three, one two three."

said the boy.

"Can you hear me?"

"The sun is shining in the sky, and the birds are smiling at me..."

"China Central Radio, China Central Radio."

"That boss..."

Fingel reminded.

"You are in the United States."

"Oh, sorry, sorry, I forgot."

Lu Mingfei apologized.

…………

"What are S-class doing?"

Caesar asked confused.

"Sounds like a microphone test."

An elite guess.

"Maybe continue their cross talk show."

The second elite said.

…………

"Introduction, I am Lu Mingfei, the new S-class, the director of the Kyushu branch in Kassel."

You can tell, oh no, you can hear it, the young man is very polite.

"Of course, I know many students have never heard of Kyushu."

"It doesn't matter."

"Haven't you heard of it now?"

"Although Kyushu's brand hasn't been erected yet, it doesn't matter. Believe me, it will happen sooner or later."

"How about before that."

The young man smiled.

"Practice martial arts with me."

…………

Small building, quiet room.

Chu Zihang looked up.

"It's really your style, junior."

Lancelot looked like he had seen a ghost.

"Who can tell me who the S-class is on the radio!"

Down the corridor, Caesar and the last elite of the student union.

"Exercise martial arts? What the hell?"

"I've heard of it, it seems like it's called the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon or something..."

"Is the S-class brain broken?"

"It's not impossible. Don't forget how the last S-class died. He committed suicide by swallowing a gun due to mental problems."

"Tsk, tsk."

But not like the two of them.

Caesar's eyes were bright.

"Practice martial arts..."

He chewed slowly, with a faint excitement in his brows.

Caesar recalled his feelings when he first saw Jackie Chan and Bruce Lee movies in a private theater.

Sure enough, he knew.

Chinese action movies...are all real!

…

"Oh, right."

The S-class seemed to suddenly remember something. He coughed twice, cleared his throat, and spoke in a serious tone, using the tone of a shopping mall announcement to find a lost child.

"Please pay attention to all the teachers and students in the school. Please pay attention to all the teachers and students in the school."

"Now insert a missing person notice."

"Please invite Mr. Caesar Gattuso, the President of the Student Union, who has blond hair and can kill flies with his chest muscles, to go to the church."

"please……"

Fingel finally hugged his thigh before the boy repeated that long paragraph of embarrassing adjectives.

"Boss, shut up. I'm afraid I'll be silenced tomorrow!"

"What's wrong?"

"is there a problem?"

The S-class said in confusion.

"Didn't you tell me the blond-haired student council president and the fly caught in his chest?"

There was another long silence.

Then I heard a deep bass sound slowly.

"The following is my Fingel's suicide note..."

"Hahaha, Caesar is so nice that he won't argue with you."

Lu Mingfei pushed him aside.

"Keep going, keep going."

He cleared his throat.

"Anyway, Mr. Caesar, who heard the broadcast, please go to the church immediately."

"Both of us."

He smiled.

"Let's have a fight."

PS: Post first and change later.