A man among dragons, building a mysterious ancient church.

Chapter 187 I really don't dare to show off like this

Dino, one of the three North American family heirs, was the first to realize the danger and activated a precious fire-resistant alchemical artifact: "It's Chu Zihang!"

A faint, azure mist surged, effectively dispelling and suppressing the nearby fire elements, thereby suppressing the power of the Word of Power: Lord's Flame.

Even before they participated in the competition, Henkel had emphasized to them that Chu Zihang from Kassel was definitely the number one enemy.

Not only did he win first place in a free day in Kassel, but he also participated in an executive department internship during his freshman year and carried out missions in various parts of North America.

This intelligence was piled up on their desks, memorized by heart. They knew Chu Zihang very well and were fully prepared.

Byron casually pulled out three bottles of alchemical potions, greatly increasing his strength, defense, and agility. Finally, he took out an alchemical shield and stepped forward to cover his two teammates.

The last one, Harlin, took out a replica of Henkel's alchemical revolver and fired several blue bullets.

Chu Zihang calmly observed his opponent, not rushing to make a move. By observing Byron's wrist movement when he pulled the trigger, he dodged in advance.

Several bullets hit the trees and the ground, causing a large patch of pure white frost to form on both sides.

Chu Zihang glanced at it, maintaining his position as he moved, using the Frost series of alchemical bullets.

These people knew his intelligence very well and had taken extensive precautions. Seeing that Byron with the shield was about to rush in, Chu Zihang quickly retreated.

Using the terrain of the mountains and forests, Chu Zihang moved backward twice, successfully misleading the three men. They thought Chu Zihang wanted to escape and hurriedly chased after him.

The azure mist followed the three as they moved, securing their position. But as they passed the trees where Chu Zihang had briefly hidden, Byron was horrified to discover that two grenades were hooked onto the silk thread!

The two booby traps were then detonated.

'boom! ’

Fire and debris tore through the azure mist, and also ripped through the passively activated barrier.

Only Byron, wielding the shield, managed to stay, while Dino and Harlin were embarrassed to discover that they had been eliminated.

These prodigies, who had prepared numerous alchemical tools for this day, were eliminated by such a simple trap!
No matter how angry and ashamed he felt, considering the surveillance cameras around him, he could only suppress his resentment and leave without saying a word.

Byron, who was holding a shield, subconsciously swallowed and stopped in his tracks, which had been about to give chase.

He was confident that with three against one, relying on the endless alchemical tools he and his teammates had come up with, as well as the intelligence he had been studying over the past few days, he would definitely be able to take down Chu Zihang.

But now that he's all alone, his confidence has vanished, and he's started thinking about how to escape.

Chu Zihang emerged from behind the tree, sighing inwardly. Although he had grasped the rule of "traps are the simplest conspiracies," relying solely on traps was far too slow to process.

It seems necessary to consult with Senior Brother Finger on how to play the role of a schemer.

As for the rest, Byron?
Having lost his courage and confidence, even if Chu Zihang didn't use his incantation or arson, he could easily eliminate Chu Zihang with just a few punches and kicks, without even bothering to draw his sword.

Inside the luxurious tent, Han Gao lost face, and Zhao Xuzhen and Zhou Minhao, on whom he had placed high hopes, were completely uncooperative and mutually hindering each other.

The promising young North American talent was so easily defeated by Chu Zihang, falling for such a simple trap?

"Hahaha!" Angers laughed heartily, and in a particularly vengeful manner, he 'praised', "Your young man is quite humorous."

Angers emphasizes pronunciation when discussing the word 'humor'.

Henkel was furious.

Seeing Henkel's current state and the fate of his three successors, the staff broke out in a cold sweat and quickly switched the scene.

After making a few random cuts, I was surprised to see that Genjiro, who had initially rushed to the open hillside area, was no longer lying on the big rock.

Instead, he sat up and looked down at Caesar, who was slowly approaching.

Looking at the handsome young man with his dazzling blond hair and well-developed muscles, Genji silently recalled information about this junior brother.

Kaiser Gattuso, the most outstanding mixed-race student in his third year at the University of Kassel, led the student council to overthrow the long-established Lionheart Society. He is a very capable and shrewd leader.

It sounds impressive, but I wonder how it would actually go in a fight. Even here, Genjiro was still wearing a black trench coat in the style of the Executive Department, with his alchemical weapon, the Spider Cutter, hidden by the hem of the coat.

He reached into his trench coat, ready to draw his sword at any moment, and watched as Caesar walked step by step toward him.

"Yuan Zhisheng? The director of the branch executive bureau?" Caesar swaggered up, his manner as polite as if he were asking you if you'd eaten early in the morning.
There was not a trace of tense atmosphere.

Genjiro was equally relaxed: "It seems that the intelligence work in Kassel is not very thorough."

The other party seemed unaware that he had already become the head of the Snake Clan.

"Haha, after I win the competition, I'll suggest to the principal that we strengthen our intelligence work." Caesar seemed even more confident than Genjiro, already preparing for what would happen after his victory.

Looking at Caesar's flamboyant demeanor, Genji felt quite conflicted. He couldn't do that; he could only keep many things to himself and complain about them.

Do the members of the Snake Clan yearn for a leader with a personality similar to Caesar?

"Hey, hey." Caesar straightened his arm, his hunting knife Dick pointing directly at Genji: "Isn't it a bit impolite to be distracted in this situation?"

"Hoo." Yuan Zhisheng exhaled a breath of stale air, the hem of his trench coat fluttering. "That's true."

A flash of light, a sharp glint of light, streaked across the sky like a bolt of lightning.

Hozoin's Kasaka is a sword technique created by monks during the Warring States period. The monks wore long kasaka robes, concealing the blade within the robes, and used their wrists and elbows to change the direction of the blade, making it impossible for the enemy to predict the direction of the strike.

It can be described as a surprise assassination sword technique, a despicable tactic.

But from the very first day that Genji held a sword, he was taught by Tachibana Masamune that there was no such thing as being despicable; the meaning of holding a weapon was to kill the enemy and protect everyone.

Caesar wasn't stupid. From the moment he saw Genjiro, he had been using the Word of Power: Kamaitachi. It didn't matter that he couldn't see the details of Genjiro wielding the sword; the wind would bring him the answer.

Without needing to look or judge, by sound, Dick suddenly tilted his head and blocked the spider's cut.

"Clang!" Sparks flew and metal rang out.

With a calm expression, Yuan Zhisheng pushed the Spider Cut forward, continuously pushing the small, oscillating Dick towards Caesar's face.

Damn it! Caesar used almost all his strength, but still couldn't withstand Genjiro's exaggerated force.

According to the intelligence in Kassel, Genjiro, Chu Zihang, and Caesar are all A-level hybrids.

Caesar believed this intelligence; how could he possibly lose in terms of strength to any A-level hybrid other than Chu Zihang?!
Caesar strained with all his might, his face flushed, but to no avail; Dick Tudor drew ever closer to the tip of his upturned nose.

"Forget it," Caesar thought, "I'm not a barbarian." He even had the energy to console himself.

While wielding a knife in his right hand and grappling with Genjiro, Caesar had already drawn his beloved Desert Eagle with his left hand and was about to fire.

I was going to say something sophisticated like, "Sir, times have changed."

However, because clashing swords was too strenuous and talking would easily discourage him, Caesar really didn't dare to show off.

'boom! '

A spark flew, and the bullet was incredibly fast! Especially at such close range!
The pressure on Caesar's blade suddenly eased, and Genjiro twisted his ankle, miraculously dodging the gunshot! Caesar's heart sank; he, Kamaitachi, had clearly heard that Genjiro hadn't dodged instantly.

The moment he touched his gun, Genjiro had already begun to move. This keen combat awareness was too difficult to deal with!

Genjiro's figure flashed repeatedly, and he also remembered Caesar's Word of Power from the intelligence: "Kamaitachi?"

"It seems that Hozoin's Kasaya is ineffective against you. How about this?"

Using his speed advantage, Genji easily circled around to Caesar's side and, in a blind spot, unleashed a "Heart Staff" strike from the Natural Rishin-ryu school of swordsmanship, a technique evolved from staff fighting.

Instead of seeking speed, they focused on sheer power and depth. This time, Caesar's Kamaitachi couldn't even catch the sound of the spider cutting through the air.

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