He strode forward, his Holy Sword drawing a huge arc, like a soldier charging into the battlefield.
Cold sweat poured down like rain, revealing his muscular upper body. His body seemed to be made of steel, and every step he took made a crisp sound like metal, leaving behind a sweaty footprint. His pants were already soaked in sweat, and sweat flowed down his casual shoes to the ground. In ancient times, the cavalrymen had to train harder than this, which was why they had a strong body and sharp swordsmanship.
His heart rate exceeded 180 beats per minute. Adrenaline was secreted rapidly, greatly awakening the potential of the human body.
The cold forced his strong mixed-blood body to resist the consumption. He practiced fiercely for three hours as if he had taken drugs. However, it also brought him a huge burden. His blood flow was extremely fast, and his blood pressure soared to more than twice the normal level. If it was an ordinary middle-aged man, his body would have reached the edge of collapse, but he relied on his mixed-blood body to resist.
Chu Zihang and Caesar were in disbelief. Although they knew that the previous members of the Lionheart Society were all lunatics and lunatics, just as Nangong Caihua, Ye Lanshan, and Chen Mo had said, Han Xuanye was a combination of a lunatic, a madman, and a lunatic. In that case, Han Leng was a complete masochist, a violent maniac, and a devil. Caesar also practiced western sword techniques, and there were many other types.
He was even more aware of how terrifying Han Han's current posture was. Every movement of his was automatically memorized by his body after thousands of tempering. This had already been engraved into the instinct of his muscles and nerves. From a medical point of view, this kind of instinct was very rare. There was once a medical case where a patient lost his hands and then transplanted a pair of pianist's hands. After a little practice, the patient suddenly possessed world-class piano skills. The cold was even more terrifying than him. His body had already reached the limit of being tempered thousands of times, but this was far from the limit of the cold.
The fact that he was able to win against a hundred Sword Saints was already a testament to the essence of Western swordsmanship.
His body kept changing his movements. Sometimes he was a divine war god, sometimes he was a sinister assassin, sometimes he was a fast cavalry, and sometimes he was a polite gentleman.
The two of them were dumbfounded.
However, they could still be proud of themselves. They were able to fight Han Xuanye to a draw in the Dragon Bone state and even forced him to use his Spirit of Words to win. They were indeed the ace of the academy. In the past, the people of the academy could not withstand the double encirclement of Han Xuanye and Han Leng. Han Leng alone could withstand Friga's bullets in his dustless land and charge forward. Once he got close, he would immediately start killing. He flipped his sword, and a minute later, a few people were lying on the ground. At that moment, Han Xuanye slowly retracted his sword and said," I'll give in."
Han Leng slowly withdrew his sword. The veins on his arm bulged, and his muscles curled up. A large amount of sweat flowed down his arm and onto the Holy Sword, slowly dripping to the ground.
He sat down on the ground. This kind of self-destructive training was no less than the amount of activity that he had experienced after being surrounded by dozens of deathmaids. He should have been exhausted an hour ago, but he had forced his body to the limit by relying on his own will. However, this was not the limit of the cold.
His bones made a slight cracking sound, and the Dragon Bone Mode was automatically deactivated. The bones in his body that did not exist in textbooks automatically hid under the bones. He returned to his normal mixed-blood form.
Han Leng took the towel that Chu Zihang threw down and wiped the Holy Sword and the sweat off her body. She took out a set of clean clothes from her backpack and walked to the bathroom.
Washing room
"I have to admit," Cold smiled and said," Caesar, you are much better than your uncle. Frost was like a bull. His eyes would turn red at the mention of his bloodline.”
The current Gattuso family was called Pompei Gattuso. However, ten years ago, the head of the family, Pompei, appointed his younger brother to represent the Gattuso family in the board of directors under the pretext that he would suffer from heartache whenever there were many people. He had to admit that Frost was indeed an iron-fisted man. Other than being unable to get along well with Angers, Frost had used ten years to take over Pompei and hold the power of the family in his hands, making the family's power flourish. It was said that Pompei's orders were no longer effective in the Gattuso family. Everyone obeyed Frost.
The three of them had been through training and were covered in sweat. Han Han originally thought that Caesar was a noble son who couldn't bear hardships, but he had been training his speech and saber skills for the past few days. He had been complaining every day, but he had never stopped. In the cold imagination, Caesar must be the kind of playboy who couldn't hold on after training for a while and then went back to the hotel to soak in the bathtub. However, Caesar was indeed a playboy, but only in food and drink.
"My uncle is a psychopath. Damn it, I'm so busy every day. Can't I stop for a while? If I had some free time, I would spend some free time in a big house in the countryside.”But the truth was that if his phone didn't ring for more than half a day, he would feel that things were out of his control.”Caesar shrugged and allowed the hot water to drench his body." So you're right to say that he's a bull. Senior's rhetoric is not bad.”
Chu Zihang felt that he shouldn't be listening to these family secrets, but his ears subconsciously pricked up.
"To be honest, I hate the board of directors.”Han Leng smiled." They're a group of politicians. They always know how to talk on paper. However, in the end, these things still have to be handed over to us. They only know how to enjoy the fruits of victory, but they don't know how to give. So spend the money your family gave you and then go to Rome and buy the Pantheon. I really want to see Frost vomit blood.”
"That place belongs to my family." Caesar said," Most of the buildings in Rome were funded by the Gattuso family. They think that Rome is their backyard. I personally prefer Portofino. My mother used to go with me often.”
"That's great!" Han Han smiled faintly." My brother and I are orphans. We have been relying on each other since we were young. We live in a single family. Every month, we only have a little living expenses from an empty account. That's only enough for our tuition and food. We can't even afford soda. Zihang, what about you?"
"I wasn't good in the past either." Chu Zihang said," My dad is a driver. After he hooked up with my mom, he lived a poor life. But at least I can afford to buy soda.”
"That's not the main point." Cold and Caesar roared.
This was the drawback of talking to Chu Zihang. Every time, he would talk about irrelevant things. Compared to Eunuch Lu's sarcastic nature, Chu Zihang was actually more annoying. He always misunderstood the main points in his sentences.
The three men spent the afternoon chatting, but it was very strange. They all wanted to prolong this conversation.
"Yo ~~~" A voice was heard. The three of them subconsciously pulled down their towels to cover their vitals."Three grown men bathing together!"”
The shower room in the training ground was similar to the shower room in the Japanese Kendo Gym. There was only a small board blocking them. That was the problem. With Chu Zihang's attentiveness, he knew that their practice could not be seen by others, so he locked the door early. No one should come in at this time.
There was only one explanation.
This training ground was built by the Nangong family. If its heir wanted to come, it would definitely be very easy. The person who came would be Nangong Caihua.
"Don't worry!" Nangong Caihua said casually," I'm not interested in you. I'm here to tell you that there's a very important banquet tonight. You must attend. Alright, let's hurry up and buy a formal suit!”
She waved her hand and left calmly.
Han Leng touched her chin and wondered if it was because of Nangong Caihua. If you don't teach enough, shouldn't you hurry up and adjust here? Teach him.
"Are you dressed formally?" Han Leng pondered." I think Lord Gattuso will definitely settle it for us very quickly.”
"No problem." Caesar felt that there was no need for him to lose his manners in front of his senior brother and his old enemy, so he agreed.
The heir of the Gattuso family had the best taste in the world. He was the world's most awesome tall, rich, and handsome man. It was not difficult to buy clothes. At most, he would find a few shops that bought dresses and bring them back to try them out one by one.
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