He is currently in the Dragon Clan and has married Erii.

On the battlefield, losing consciousness is tantamount to death.

At such close range, the Lionheart squad had lost any chance to put up an effective resistance. They could only try to retreat and avoid the student council's grenade attack.

But this is destined to be in vain.

The muscular guy in the student council team threw several grenades in a discus-throwing motion.

These grenades, as if equipped with their own scopes, landed precisely above the Lionheart squad before exploding with a deafening roar.

As the grenade's iron-gray casing slowly cracked, pale yellow medicine began to fall from the air, like a strange snowfall, covering most of the Lionheart Society's members.

These unlucky guys suddenly felt like they'd been hit on the head, and then collapsed to the ground, losing consciousness.

This is undoubtedly a major blow to the Lionheart Society.

The team members who were not affected by the alchemical potion could not care about the friendly forces lying on the ground. Under pressure from the student council team, they had no choice but to retreat, leaving behind a pile of "corpses".

The student council members were no slouch either; they took a rather perverse spree and shot each of them in the stomach with a pistol.

Now, those members who were finished off are completely eliminated.

In the first squad of the Lionheart Society, Tang Yu, still feeling lingering fear, mingled in the crowd and walked towards the Moro Pavilion.

The situation just now was extremely dangerous. Tang Yu even saw some pale yellow powder drifting near him, but he didn't fall down, which was very strange!

"Could I have seen wrong? That shouldn't be the case," Tang Yu muttered as he walked.

The battle continues. The members of the first squad are temporarily resting at the Moro Pavilion. After that... an even more brutal war awaits them.

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49. Chu Zihang and Caesar's Passionate Swordfight

On the other side, Mance, who was standing on the upper floor of Valhalla, lowered the telescope in front of him, and his pupils, which were like molten gold, returned to their normal lead gray.

"I've helped this kid get away with it. Hopefully no one will notice," Mans muttered to himself.

Beside him, the Night Watchman sat on a messy sofa, flipping through a magazine about beautiful women. Hearing Mans's mutterings, the man looked very disdainful, glancing at Mans and grumbling.

"Be confident, and drop that 'should'! That kid will never find out. If I personally take action and a child sees through my disguise, where will I put my old face?"

Hearing this, Mans hesitated for a moment, but finally, he couldn't help but speak.

“I always thought that Word of Power: Discipline could only suppress the power of hybrids, but I never imagined it could be used like this.” Mans’s tone was slightly amazed. “The effect of freely transmitting other Words of Power over a wide area is simply terrifying… Does this mean that if your Discipline Domain is large enough, we can teleport Word of Power: Monarch Flame to specific locations and use it as cannonballs?”

"Theoretically speaking, it's feasible." When academic issues were brought up, the Night Watchman became noticeably serious, subtly wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth from the magazine about beautiful women in his hand.

"But it's only theoretical. This technique is too mentally taxing to actually use. My current limit is that I can only teleport the lightning strikes formed by the Word of Power: Thunder Pool. I can't teleport anything stronger than that."

"I see." Mans slowly nodded, and suddenly understood.

He lit another cigar, stood by the window, and continued to observe Tang Yu's movements. Mans only had one thing to do today: ensure that Tang Yu would be the last survivor of the day of freedom!

……

On the battlefield where the fighting is in full swing.

Tang Yu was crouching behind cover, reflecting on life. He felt like he'd been blessed with incredible luck today...

As the first squad of the Lionheart Society, Tang Yu's team participated in the most battles. So much so that by the end, almost all the members of the squad had been rotated.

Only Tang Yu was an exception.

During this exhilarating day of freedom, Tang Yu seemed to transform into Baldr, the god of light in mythology, and was protected by all things.

All the Friga bullets aimed at Tang Yu narrowly missed his body. Although it seemed dangerous, not a single bullet actually hit him.

After the last two snipers, Chen Motong and Su Qian, traded kills, only three people remained active on the entire battlefield.

The president of the Lionheart Society, the president of the student council, and Tang Yu, that scoundrel.

Chu Zihang, holding his long sword, stood calmly on the ground, facing Caesar opposite him.

"Caesar, it seems we've won today!" Chu Zihang raised an eyebrow, his expression unwavering. "We still have two people left... Will you admit defeat yourself, or will we beat you until you do?"

"Whether we lose or not, we'll only know after we try," Caesar replied calmly. After a moment, he turned his gaze to Tang Yu, his tone filled with undisguised admiration.

"As expected of someone who has faced the Dragon King directly, you certainly have methods... So, will you come one by one, or all at once?"

Faced with this question, Chu Zihang remained silent. His face was as expressionless as a perpetual iceberg, and no one could glean any useful information from it.

Tang Yu felt that, given Chu Zihang's personality, he would definitely have a real one-on-one duel with Caesar, and there was no way he would invite Tang Yu to gang up on him.

But as it turns out, Tang Yu was overthinking things.

"Caesar, you are a worthy opponent! Therefore, I will give you the utmost respect." Chu Zihang remained outwardly calm, but inwardly, he gave Tang Yu a knowing look.

Tang Yu immediately understood and secretly crouched behind the cover, pretending that he did not exist.

……

This is the final battle, and at this point, even Mans, far away, cannot offer Tang Yu any more help.

If he were to use the Word of Power: Dustless Land to help Tang Yu cheat in this battle involving only three people, then the other two elite-level figures would definitely discover it.

"Kid! I've done everything I could. Whether you succeed or not is up to you now." Mans took a deep drag on his cigar, and wisps of white smoke drifted from his mouth and nose, slowly filling the room.

The watchman sitting to one side rolled his eyes. "You're so rude! If you want to smoke, go outside. You're making this place a mess..."

Mans was speechless for a moment. He looked at the ashtray on the coffee table full of cigarette butts with a speechless expression, his lips twitching a few times, but he still didn't say anything.

……

On the other side, Chu Zihang, in a very unsportsmanlike manner, pounced on Caesar while he was distracted. His silver-gleaming longsword, "Muramasame," sliced ​​through the air and slashed at Caesar with a whooshing sound.

Caesar showed no panic. A hint of disdain flashed in his sky-blue eyes. With a flick of his wrist, the hunting knife "Dictvedo," which had been hanging at his waist, was instantly drawn and rammed into Murasame.

"Ding……"

A crisp metallic clang rang out as the two fine knives rubbed together violently, producing a teeth-grinding sound and sending sparks flying!

Tang Yu poked his head out from the cover, holding a modified Glock pistol, ready to take a shot at Caesar at any moment.

In Chu Zihang's words, "A victory achieved by any means is still a victory, and the victor is always right."

More than five minutes have passed since the battle began.

For five minutes, two very handsome men were passionately hacking at each other. If some female fans of BL (Boys' Love) were here, they would probably go crazy with excitement.

After fighting for so long, they should have been somewhat exhausted, but these two... are beyond what is reasonable.

As the battle intensified, they became more and more excited, like berserkers, swinging their weapons faster and faster, the sounds of collisions becoming more and more frequent... to the point that, in the end, even a few faint afterimages appeared in the air.

The blur of motion passed before Tang Yu's eyes, making him somewhat dizzy. In this situation, it was impossible to aim, even though mixed-race people are all natural-born sharpshooters, it was all in vain.

Another ten minutes or so passed.

The two monstrous men finally showed signs of fatigue, and their movements were noticeably slower than when the battle had just begun.

In a split second, Tang Yu keenly spotted a flaw in Caesar's movements. He calmly raised his gun and gently pulled the trigger.

The firing pin struck the primer of the Friga bullet, and the rapidly expanding gas propelled the alchemical bullet out of the chamber.

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50 Fingel's Murderous Intent

The shot fired from the shadows struck the lion-like Caesar squarely.

Frigg's bullet struck Caesar, sending up a plume of crimson smoke. Amidst the blood-red smoke, Caesar slowly collapsed.

Seeing this, Chu Zihang silently sheathed his long sword and said softly.

"Caesar, you've lost! The Lionheart has won this day of freedom!"

"Don't be too happy yet, you bastard!" Fighting off sleepiness, Caesar gritted his teeth and used the last bit of strength in his body to throw his hunting knife, "Dictvedo."

This large throwing knife, imbued with Caesar's unwavering determination, was like a black streak of light, silently slicing through the air and hurtling towards Chu Zihang.

Having lowered his guard, Chu Zihang was naturally unable to withstand this attack. Dirkvedo plunged straight into the armor plate on Chu Zihang's chest, the hilt trembling slightly.

This means that Chu Zihang was eliminated by Caesar's last-ditch effort.

"That's not bad either." Chu Zihang first reflected on why he had let his guard down, and then his furrowed brows relaxed.

The stern-faced young man looked at Tang Yu with approval, unable to hide the smile on his face.

"No matter how you calculate it, we're going to win, so why bother about who has the last laugh?"

Tang Yu's victory in the Day of Freedom seemed to have flipped a hidden switch in Kassel College.

The silent Kassel College awoke as a series of urgent ringing sounds rang out from the broadcasts throughout the campus.

The next second, muscular doctors dressed in white filed out of the building, each carrying a medicine box on their waist and a large syringe in their hand.

The syringe contained a special drug, specifically designed to neutralize the anesthetic effect of the Friga bullet.

However, a syringe of this size doesn't look like something used to save a life at all; it looks more like a murder weapon...

Anyway, Tang Yu would rather lie on the ground all day than get pricked by that thing.

A chorus of howls rose and fell, and the "corpses" that had been lying haphazardly on the ground instantly became lively and energetic after the doctors gave them a vicious injection.

Ten minutes ago, the battlefield was filled with the smoke of battle, but now a cheerful sound rang out.

When these guys, who had just come to their senses, learned that the Lionheart Society was the final victor, some were happy and some were sad, and the scene became even more frenzied.

The Lionheart Society members tossed Tang Yu high into the air and caught him, repeating this process to express their excitement.

The student council members, on the other hand, were filled with regret and seemed quite disappointed.

Caesar, who had just been shot down by Tang Yu, got up, dusted himself off, and then waved his hand with a smile.

"Tonight at 10 PM, Norton Pavilion, the Perfume Ball, see you there!"

As soon as these words were spoken, another series of howls and wailing erupted across the playground.

I guess... that's the charm of a day of freedom!

That evening, members of the Lionheart Society and the Student Union had a very "friendly" exchange at Norton Hall. During the elegant ball, a strange sight even appeared: a group of "men full of men".

In any case, the dance was a great success. By the time it ended around 1 a.m., there was practically no one left standing... everyone was lying on the floor.

Tang Yu himself was the same.

His only memory of the ball was of a daring guy who, holding a bunch of old-fashioned bright red roses, very boldly proposed to a pretty girl.

……