Chapter 139 One Move

In the afternoon, Lu Mingfei saved the PPT template he made all morning, turned off the computer, put on his cap and sunglasses, and set out from the dormitory.

He was going to duel with Caesar, using the sword method. This was the agreement made on the day he asked Caesar for help.

It seems that the boss of the student union and the top rich second generation in the college still seems to be resentful of the fight during the free day. His Dick Tuoduo clearly suppressed Chu Zihang's Murasame, but Lu Ming The moment he didn't take over, he suddenly turned into a disadvantage.

Maybe he wanted to regain his position, so he invited Lu Mingfei to a formal duel.

To be honest, Lu Mingfei has never formally learned any swordsmanship or kendo. His sword shooting relies entirely on his experience and reaction in fighting on the battlefield, especially for flicking the sword. This skill basically only relies on the sword wielder's own timing. of certainty.

Lu Mingfei wanted to save some face for Caesar, let things go, and try to make a draw with this rich senior brother.

This may sound a little arrogant, but if he uses all his strength, Caesar will never have the possibility of winning. He can win with his eyes closed. Within 1 minute, he can completely defeat this proud lion. posture.

No matter how talented Caesar is, he is just a student who has not yet fully grown up. Lu Mingfei has already integrated various fighting skills into his body's instincts. His body will naturally move when he sees the enemy using his sword.

But Jianghu is not about fighting and killing, Jianghu is about human nature.

After all, he is also a senior and has helped me, so I have to show some mercy.

He walked to the agreed place - the sports hall.

Just like all other sports halls, the space is wide, surrounded by steel fences, and lined with rows of blue auditorium seats. However, the sports hall in Kassel is even wider, with table tennis tables, tennis courts, and basketball courts. , sword dojo

All the venues you have heard of or not are here. There are bright hanging lights on the curved dome of the venue. The gentle and non-glaring white light illuminates this public venue. Everyone can enter the venue with their student card. Play your favorite sports.

This is a completely public venue that will only be temporarily used during festivals such as sports games. There are dedicated classrooms for classes, and the activity venues of each club are also independent. After all, it is in the mountains, and there is a lot of land. Since the establishment of the school by Principal Angers, Ka Sale has been expanded several times, and many students after graduation will donate to their alma mater, such as donating a teaching building or a garden, and using a stone tablet to engrave the name of the donor and the year of graduation.

There are many students in the stadium, and they are all sweating. A group of strong men over two meters tall are running on the basketball court. Their sneakers make a screeching sound on the floor. Female classmates with ponytails are wearing white sportswear, like "Tennis" Just like in "The Prince", a tennis ball hits the guardrail made of steel wire and rotates and rubs in the gap. The ping pong on the table tennis table is so fast that there is only an afterimage. The player's arm is waving, and only the impact of the ball and racket can be heard. Crisp sound.

Only in Kassel can the mixed breeds experience the joy of competition. There are no athletes of the same level as them elsewhere.

Two weeks after entering school, Lu Mingfei came here for the first time. He had never been interested in sports. His sports scores had been very poor since elementary school, and he was at the bottom of the class. During physical education class in high school, Zhao Menghua and several of his brothers went to When playing basketball with the class next door, he would go to the canteen to buy spicy strips with his pocket money, then chat with a few nerdy classmates who loved playing games, or go to Chen Wenwen to inquire about the literature department.

He was always someone who stood on the sidelines. The only time he participated in a sports meeting, he was embarrassed by the whole school. The athletes of the 1,000-meter relay race were preparing to enter the stadium. The referee told them that there was still one person who had not finished the 1,000-meter men's race in the last race. Wait a moment.

The entire school's teachers and spectators watched him finish the race. If Chen Wenwen hadn't followed him for the last lap on the plastic lawn, he might have given up.

Now he won't be out of breath after running a thousand meters, but there will no longer be someone to accompany him while running, shouting "come on".

The melancholy girl who loved to wear a white dress and stand in front of the library bookshelf with a book in her arms finally found her Prince Charming, and the little follower who followed her forward and backward also had a broader world. .

Lu Mingfei recalled some past events that seemed far away. He shook his head and glanced at the center on the basketball court. The center's black vest had the number 12 printed on it. He jumped and dunked, and his teammates cheered for him. , and high-fived him.

"Sword Dojo No. 3, No. 3." Lu Mingfei looked away and looked around. This venue was really too big. It was Saturday afternoon again, and many people were playing here.

From a distance, he saw the crowd forming a circle, and an ominous premonition filled his heart.

He lifted up his collar, climbed to the side of the auditorium, and looked down.

The dazzling golden hair is very eye-catching, it is Caesar.

He was dressed very simply, with a white vest on his upper body and loose black shorts on his lower body. The muscles on his arms and calves were sharp and powerful, especially his chest muscles. Even wearing a vest could not hide their perfect proportions.

Just standing in the middle of the venue, he attracted countless eyes. Many girls surrounded him, ogling him and waving. He was not shy and waved back. It was like a celebrity meeting, so cool. .

As expected, wherever this guy is, he will be the center of sight.

Lu Mingfei sighed, thinking that he should be more cautious. After all, with so many people watching, there must be paparazzi everywhere hiding in the crowd to take pictures. He could think of the headlines on the forum tonight with his toes. What it will be, it must be something like this:

[S-class and Caesar fight again, who wins and who loses? 】

[Will the king of the academy change hands? Who will become the leader of the new era? 】

He doesn’t want to be famous, so he can lose to Senior Brother Caesar in one performance, but it might be a bit troublesome to escape later. There are too many people and it will be difficult to squeeze out, but there is a good Senior Brother here, since he was invited by Senior Brother , it is also appropriate to take the blame.

Lu Mingfei then took off his cap and sunglasses, hid them under the bench, and strode down the steps.

"Lu Mingfei is here!" Someone yelled in a mean voice, and everyone looked up.

The crowd consciously moved out of the way, leaving the stage to the two protagonists.

Caesar threw a bamboo sword over, and Lu Mingfei caught it steadily. It felt about one-third as heavy as an iron sword and seemed to be specially made.

"Except for the free day, you can only use real swords in the actual combat drill class. It's a pity that I'm two levels higher than you, otherwise I could use Dick Push in class to ask for more advice from you." Caesar waved his hand. The bamboo sword in his hand was too tall. Holding the bamboo sword was like holding a feather duster. Just looking at it gave the illusion of weightlessness.

Fan Lu Mingfei is very suitable to hold. He is wearing a school uniform and has a slim figure, but no one dares to look down on him. He has proven his strength to everyone. The girls all believe that what is hidden under the dark green school uniform is symmetry. Lu Mingfei must be the kind of person who can wear clothes to look slimmer and take off clothes to show off her muscles.

"Real swords can kill people." Lu Mingfei said, "Brother Caesar, it's better that we don't use real swords."

"Oh." Caesar narrowed his eyes, "You mean, if I use a real knife, I will die?"

Full of gunpowder!

The onlookers immediately started chattering and discussing.

"No, that's not what I meant." Lu Mingfei defended.

"Then what do you mean?" Caesar slowly raised the bamboo sword in his hand, forming a 'face-to-eye' starting movement. A simple starting movement is full of charm and power, "A person holding a sword, Of course you should have the confidence to control the sword in your hands, even if I use a real sword, I won't hurt you."

"Swords have no eyes. Since this is a sparring match, you shouldn't use real swords." Lu Mingfei shook his head.

"You mean I can't control the knife in my hand?" Caesar asked again.

"I'm not." Lu Mingfei was a little tired, why did Brother Caesar have so many inner dramas.

"Forget it, let's just start the fight." Lu Mingfei sighed and said, "Are there any rules?"

"Want a quick victory?" Caesar snorted, "Am I so unworthy of your attention? Or do you think I'm wasting your time?"

Lu Mingfei was completely speechless. He shouldn't have spoken. The more he spoke, the more unclear he became.

Caesar is really a talent. He will definitely get full marks when he goes to China to take Chinese reading comprehension questions!

Lu Mingfei stopped talking. His eloquence was really not as good as that of this master speaker, so he just stood holding his bamboo sword.

Caesar didn't say anything and looked at him. The atmosphere was tense. In the eyes of the onlookers, the two men were simply fighting to the death.

After a long time, Caesar finally put down the bamboo sword in his hand and said, "How likely do you think I am to beat you?"

"This is .50%." Lu Mingfei thought about it in his mind and gave a moderate number.

"I don't think so." Caesar shook his head, "Let me tell you one thing, Lu Mingfei, reputation is earned, use your best, I don't want you to hold back."

He tensed his muscles, his white vest stretched out his outline, and his eyes looked directly at Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei was stunned, feeling a strong aura from Caesar's body, and couldn't help but tighten the bamboo sword in his hand.

Lu Mingfei suddenly realized how stupid his previous idea was. If he gave in, it would be an insult.

"I understand, Brother Caesar." He took a deep breath, tensed his muscles, slightly bent his knees, closed his eyes and felt the weight of the bamboo sword in his hand.

He put the bamboo sword on his waist, imagining that it was a wedge pill, and then slowly pulled out the bamboo sword and held the sword with one hand. This was his most common way of holding the sword, because when he was on the road, his prosthetic hand needed to release the hook. , when fighting, he will always be ready to escape with a hook when the situation is bad, so he holds the knife with one hand most of the time.

The moment he opened his eyes, it was like a sharp knife being drawn out of its sheath, and his eyes were so piercing that people were numb.

"Very good." Caesar looked at him without flinching. "There are no rules in this duel. The first person to hit his opponent's vital part with his bamboo sword wins. The vital part I am talking about refers to the head, heart and neck. I believe You and I are not the kind of weak guys who will admit defeat if they are the first to be hit."

Lu Mingfei nodded and stopped talking.

He never liked to talk during a duel. He just used his knife to harvest lives in silence, paid homage to the dead in his heart, and chanted the "Diamond Sutra" that the Chinese teacher in junior high school asked him to recite, hoping to transcend the dead souls.

The sword dojo venue has a very wide space, and the crowd gathered around the venue obediently.

The first thing Lu Mingfei did was to distance himself.

Rushing forward to attack was too radical, and he had suffered a lot from this. For every powerful opponent, he would first observe the opponent's attack method, and only take action after becoming familiar with the opponent's offensive rhythm.

Know yourself and your enemy, and you can fight a hundred battles without danger.

This represents his greatest respect. He treats this duel as a life-and-death struggle, not a game.

Lu Mingfei's pupils were locked on Caesar's position, his feet slowly staggered, pacing back and forth from the side, like a wolf waiting for an opportunity to hunt, waiting for the prey to reveal its flaws at any time.

The audience who met his eyes felt a slight chill in their hearts, but Lu Mingfei was not looking at them at all. He only had Caesar in his eyes.

Every joint of Caesar's feet, legs, waist, spine, arms, and hands is in his eyes. With any weak movement, he can judge the position and posture of the next attack. This is based on experience. difference.

Moreover, Caesar was wearing a vest, so there was no possibility of hiding a hidden weapon. In the past, ninjas wearing thick clothing would feint and then throw out the hidden weapons in their sleeves. It was easy to get hit when they first saw him.

In a life-and-death duel, a slight negligence can lead to death.

Be modest, steady, and don't be greedy. These are the most practical points Lu Mingfei summed up.

Caesar was also looking at him. He was holding swords in both hands, concentrating, and his whole body was as tense as steel. The scene was deadlocked for about ten seconds. Caesar stepped forward to break the deadlock. He sprinted quickly and slashed Lu Mingfei's left thigh horizontally with his sword. at.

He had seen Lu Mingfei's weird way of flicking the knife, so he knew that a frontal attack was difficult to be effective. This move was just a test, and as expected, it came to nothing.

Lu Mingfei disappeared from sight, and then he felt the whistling wind coming from above, and immediately realized that Lu Mingfei had jumped.

As he said, this was a duel without rules and any moves could be used. He was prepared for Lu Mingfei to dodge or block the knife, but he did not expect that Lu Mingfei would jump on top of him.

In the eyes of the onlookers, Caesar sprinted over. The moment before he swung his sword, Lu Mingfei's feet left the ground and he jumped high into the air.

It's hard to describe this kind of shock. No one has ever seen such a flying man in the sword dojo, and he still jumps on the spot. This kind of muscle strength is unimaginable.

He just jumped straight to the top of Caesar's head without any extra movement, not even a run-up. No wonder he lowered his body while pacing and kept bending his knees. It turned out that he was already ready to take off.

Caesar immediately raised his head and raised his bamboo sword to block Lu Mingfei's attack.

Lu Mingfei stepped on the bamboo sword like a dragonfly touching water, and then Caesar felt a stiffness, his body lost control, and he couldn't move!

Although it was only for a moment, when he regained control, the bamboo sword was already lying across his neck.

"I lost." Caesar admitted defeat calmly and threw down his bamboo sword.

With just one move, he was defeated.

The whole process lasted about half a minute, but they were observing each other for 20 seconds. The real duel lasted less than three seconds.

"Promise." Lu Mingfei put away the knife and exhaled a breath of thick air. The feeling of needles piercing his back immediately disappeared.

The audience immediately started a commotion and started discussing in various tongues.