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The cabin of the Black Hawk helicopter was instantly filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
Fingel racked his brains, just about to tell one of his favorite black jokes to liven things up, when he suddenly noticed that the game situation below had changed again, and hurriedly pointed down.
"Look, look! They're fighting!"
With one last refueling and one last tire change, only two laps remained before completing the 800-kilometer race. The four motorcycles, belonging to the Lionheart Club and the Student Union respectively, were still running side by side.
Perhaps the two sides had their share of victories and defeats in logistics, research and development, strategy, and information warfare, but the fact that they presented themselves in this manner at the end of the competition can be said to prove that the overall capabilities of the two organizations are roughly equal.
The engine roared, and thick black exhaust fumes, extremely environmentally unfriendly, spewed out from the exhaust pipe. The student council rider, whose helmet was printed with Arabic numerals [1], suddenly pressed a switch on the motorcycle.
Suddenly, a slot popped out from the front left side of the motorcycle, just like on Claude's motorcycle. Student Council rider #1 pulled out the hunting knife from it and decisively slashed at Lionheart rider #1 who was riding alongside him. The sharp blade cut through the air and flashed with dazzling light.
Almost simultaneously, Lionheart's number one rider also pressed a button on his motorcycle, drew a Scottish greatsword over a meter long, and slashed at Student Union's number one rider.
The clash of weapons sparked and produced a clear, crisp sound.
"Caesar, I knew you'd make your move here. I know your humanity all too well!"
Underneath the helmet of Lionheart's No. 1 rider is a face with distinctly Mediterranean features, yet his Chinese pronunciation is remarkably standard, even including retroflex endings.
"Hey Lancelot, didn't you also hide your greatsword Bonaparte in the car?"
"The reason I brought Bonaparte is because I know you will try to attack me on the track, and I'm just being prepared."
“I can return those words to you almost verbatim.”
Caesar paused, then said, "In the end, using weapons during the competition doesn't violate the rules we agreed upon, does it?"
Since it doesn't violate the rules, it's not a dirty trick, but a brilliant strategy. To become an excellent leader, one needs more than just brute force.
“That’s right,” Lancelot agreed with Caesar’s point of view.
"Then what are we waiting for?"
"Yes, what are we waiting for?"
Almost simultaneously, both exerted their strength, gripping their alchemical weapons tightly to push each other away, and then swung their weapons at each other again.
The number one rider of each team took the initiative, and the two number two riders also drew their weapons. The four riders drove their heavily modified motorcycles at an average speed of nearly 300 kilometers per hour through the Kassel campus, while wielding swords and knives to attack each other. The racing style changed from "MotoGP" to "Road Rash".
The live match footage was projected onto various live streaming channels and large screens throughout the campus. It was as if the person who had been asleep had suddenly awakened, and deafening gasps erupted throughout the Kassel campus.
None of the students watching the race were surprised by the sudden outbreak of a brawl on the track. In fact, they had been waiting for this all along.
While competitions in logistics, research and development, electronic information technology, and driving skills are certainly exciting, how can they compare to a melee of swords and spears?
"Damn, that's powerful!"
Gao Kui pressed his face against the cockpit window, transforming into a bloodthirsty spectator with eyes full of fanaticism, waving his fist to cheer on both drivers on the track: "This is what I want to see. What's the point of just idly going around in circles?"
"Hey, don't hold back! Knock him to the ground in one go, beat the shit out of him, beat him until Kassel is bleeding like a river—that's what will live up to the audience's expectations!"
Chapter 99 The Lion King
It is highly impractical for a motorcycle to speed along a forest path at an average speed of nearly 300 kilometers per hour, passing by an ancient castle-like building.
The roads within the Kassel campus are mostly cobblestone streets, with a smoothness far inferior to the closed roads of the racetrack. In other words, the contact area between the tires and the road is very small when a vehicle drives over them, resulting in very low grip.
This results in the wheels spinning freely most of the time, making it impossible for the vehicle to travel at high speeds, and it can even cause the vehicle to lose stability and fly away.
Whether it was Lancelot or Caesar, or their second drivers, their speeds were close to 300 kilometers per hour, and their car postures were very stable.
Clearly, their driving skills are excellent, comparable to professional motorcycle racers. The motorcycles and tires they cobbled together were also specifically designed for the road conditions in Kassel.
Amidst howling winds and deafening cheers, Caesar calmly swung his sword, his lightning-fast movements making his hunting knife and hand almost invisible; ordinary people could only see faint afterimages.
This was a strike that far exceeded the limits of ordinary people. There was no particularly exquisite technique involved; it was simply fast, incredibly fast, fast enough to kill anyone in the world.
But Lancelot is clearly not a "person" in the strict sense; he is a hybrid, an elite hybrid with a bloodline level of A.
The Scottish greatsword, with a blade over a meter long, was wielded with ease by Lancelot. He held it with one hand and twisted his wrist at will, swinging the greatsword with a speed almost comparable to Caesar's hunting knife.
The strongest against the strongest: Lancelot, the strongest half-blood of the Lionheart Society, clashed with Caesar, the strongest half-blood of the Student Council, wielding his hunting knife. The weapons struck each other with a crisp sound, then separated and rejoined, repeating the cycle. The dense clashes of the weapons blended together, creating a metallic symphony that could make the blood of every violent fanatic boil.
The atmosphere was a mix of high speed, violence, sword fights, and the frenzied cheers of all the students in Kassel.
"That's too dangerous, that's really too dangerous."
Professor Guderian leaned against the porthole, muttering complaints: "Caesar and Lancelot, those two lads are clearly serious. They're both wielding their swords with the determination to kill each other. If things go wrong, Cassel will lose an excellent A-level student, or even two at the same time."
And the motorcycles they were riding on probably used some technology that was still in the experimental stage of the equipment department. If they went out of control, they would blow them and the nearby buildings to smithereens.
How could Manstein allow them to act so recklessly? Damn it, I have to call Manstein right now.
"You can call Professor Manstein all you want, it won't do any good."
Masashi Tomiyama poured cold water on Guderian's enthusiasm: "The day of freedom was approved by Principal Angers, and one of the participants was that spoiled young master from the Gattuso family, which made some members of the board of directors happy to see the day of freedom happen."
Even Professor Manstein could only appear after the event, play the stern face, and say some meaningless words. He couldn't even deduct the young master's credits; he could only order him to pay a fine for repairing the school facilities.
But that spoiled brat certainly doesn't care about a fine.
"It seems that resentment towards the rich is prevalent in any group," Gao Kui remarked, noting that he could sense the deep resentment the two faculty members harbored towards Caesar.
"By the way, are the two leading men below named Caesar and Lancelot?"
Gao Kui's mind quickly shifted, and he looked at the four drivers battling on the track and complained: "This name is really arrogant and domineering, but it has no meaning at all."
Converted to Chinese, it's similar to "Long Aotian" or "Xuanyuan Aotian"—utterly embarrassing.
Caesar was a famous dictator of the ancient Roman Republic, and Lancelot was one of the strongest Knights of the Round Table in the Arthurian legend. These two names really sound like overpowered protagonists.
"Your English name is just as good." Chen Motong took the opportunity to tease Gao Kui. After Xia Mi left, Chen Motong took over part of Xia Mi's role as the one who made sarcastic remarks.
“That’s true. The level of my English name, Long Aotian, is probably more than a hundred times higher than the two of them combined.” Gao Kui nodded in deep agreement.
Messiah Gold, you could probably search all of Kassel and not find a name more impressive than this arrogant dragon, unless someone's name is "Yahweh" or "Jehovah".
The Black Hawk helicopter was filled with a cheerful atmosphere; all that was missing was a bag of potato chips in hand, so everyone could enjoy the spectacle while snacking.
Just as everyone was laughing and chatting, an unexpected situation suddenly occurred on the track.
The Scottish greatswords and hunting knives were swung faster and faster, and the two riders had to simultaneously control their motorcycles at 300 miles per hour to fight each other. This compressed their space for maneuver to the extreme, and many of their movement skills were useless.
In this situation, nothing is more cost-effective than greater power and faster swing speed.
The clash of swords was so intense that the air itself seemed to thicken, and when it became so thick that Lancelot's sword-wielding speed finally faltered slightly.
Or, to put it another way, relative lag.
It wasn't that Lancelot's sword-wielding speed had slowed down, but rather that he had reached his peak, while Caesar had not. Lancelot was not the one with the better bloodline among the two.
The purest power and speed transformed into a mighty and ferocious tsunami, propelling the hunting knife Dick to weave a dazzling curtain of blades that completely engulfed Lancelot.
The sharp blade pierced through the sword net, slicing straight towards Lancelot's chest, its killing intent palpable.
Everyone held their breath. They had no doubt that with Caesar's incredibly fast sword speed and the sharpness of the alchemical weapon Dictator, this strike would surely cut Lancelot in two.
Just as the blade was about to touch Lancelot, Caesar suddenly flipped his wrist, so that what "struck" Lancelot was the side of the blade instead of the blade.
The fact that Caesar could change his tactics in such a split second proves that he still had considerable strength left. His strength, speed, and skills are all superior to Lancelot's.
Lancelot, struck by the hunting knife, completely lost his balance and was thrown from the motorcycle, crashing into the pre-placed protective netting. The out-of-control motorcycle, with its tires slipping, crashed into an ancient castle building, where it exploded with a burst of flames.
After eliminating Lionheart's number one driver, Lancelot, Caesar deliberately slowed down, and together with another Lionheart driver, flanked Lionheart's number two driver, eliminating him at a faster speed.
A minute later, two deep red student council motorcycles crossed the finish line, and thunderous cheers erupted from half the campus.
The rest of the student council members, who had provided logistical, informational, and strategic support to the two drivers, were overjoyed and even played Queen's famous song "We Are the Champions" on the campus radio.
Cases of French champagne were carried out by student council members, who surrounded Caesar, who had taken off his helmet, and another driver as they ascended the pre-built podium. Golden liquid sprayed out, and the air was filled with the aroma of champagne.
Caesar removed his helmet, his golden hair damp with sweat, his face, sculpted like a masterpiece of ancient Greek art, radiating a faint joy, and his icy blue eyes brimming with confident composure.
Standing on the podium, he looked around at the loyal ministers surrounding the emperor, holding his helmet in one hand and raising a bottle of champagne in the other: "This is our second victory over the Lionheart in two years. What more can I say?"
My brothers, sisters, friends, and classmates, please join me in enjoying the glory and victory we have created together.
"Norton Hall will be open to all students and faculty until midnight tomorrow. I will hire the world's finest chefs to cook the world's most exquisite ingredients, and all kinds of fine food and wine will be available to everyone without limit!"
The famous revolutionary Kaka once said: I will not keep this honor to myself.
Caesar deserves great credit for leading the student council to consecutive victories against the Lionheart Society, the most historically significant and powerful club in Kassel, but he still generously shared this glory with everyone.
No matter how rebellious or childish Caesar may have seemed to the Gattuso family, one thing they firmly believed was that Caesar was indeed a born leader.
He possesses all the qualities and abilities that an outstanding leader should have, and he is self-taught, just like Simba in "The Lion King," who was destined to become the Lion King.
With such an excellent leader, the student council members naturally offered their loyalty, and even those students who originally supported the Lionheart Society applauded Caesar's victory.
The unlimited food and fine champagne available all day are quite tempting; this is what they mean by "he who eats another's food is bound to do his bidding."
"His blond hair and blue eyes are the greatest betrayal of his name." Gao Kui remembered that ancient Romans all had black hair and black eyes.
"In fact, the idea that the ancient Romans all had black hair and black eyes is a well-known myth."
Chen Motong explained, "While the majority of ancient Romans did have black hair and black eyes, there were also quite a few ancient Romans with blond hair and blue eyes."
For example, Augustus, Caligula, and Nero, one of Rome's most famous emperors, all had blond hair and blue eyes.
"Sodes Milk~"
Gao Kui's thoughts drifted further away: "I thought that Nero with the 'uuuu' sound and the pot-bellied Caesar were both blonde, and that it was a mistake by Type-Moon in their research and a random adaptation."
In retrospect, it's not entirely without historical basis. But who cares? Nobody cares whether Type-Moon had historical basis when designing characters.
All people care about is whether the anthropomorphized historical figures are cute enough, whether their breasts are big enough, and whether it's Master Love...
That said, it seems that Caesar in *Fate/Grand Order* deliberately made himself overweight because he felt he was too charming. His charm after losing weight might not be any less than that show-off below…
Gao Kui kept rambling on and on about his random, nonsensical thoughts.
Chen Motong wisely kept her mouth shut; most of the time, she couldn't understand what Gao Kui was thinking or saying.
Chapter 100 Left and Right Brain Interaction
The entire student council and almost all the students in Kassel joined in the revelry, with only a few exceptions, such as the defeated Lionheart members and Caesar, who handed the victory to the student council.
Pushing through the crowd off the podium, Caesar showed no remorse for victory or the spotlight. Isabel, the head of the dance troupe, handed him a pre-prepared iced towel and a specially prepared energy drink.
Wearing thick racing suits and driving at high speeds for several hours straight can cause severe dehydration, even for people of mixed races, resulting in a weight loss of one or two kilograms after a race.
Caesar wiped the sweat from his head and face with an ice towel, then gulped down the entire 500ml bottle of his special energy drink before asking Isabel a question.