At the same time, Lu Mingfei was also thinking about why the principal would change his counter-attack method just because the melody fluctuated.
Recalling the watches, records, headphones, and other items in Lu Mingze's space that he had detonated in the past few days, he keenly noticed the commonality between the two: fluctuations generate repulsion, and repulsion brings instability.
And Lu Mingze's way of eliminating instability was to suppress the instability while adjusting the melody.
Applied to the principal, did it mean that the principal's attack, relying on power, was suppressing instability, and then readjusting the melody during the lull of suppression?
Lu Mingfei looked up and carefully observed the principal's movements, but unfortunately, the next few A-rank students were not very effective, unable to produce the same level of attack desire as Chu Zihang, making it impossible for the principal's melody to fluctuate.
Even so, he watched the confrontations intently, hoping to learn a few moves from the battles, regardless of the knowledge of melodies.
After fourteen exchanges.
The melody fluctuated again.
Lu Mingfei's interest was piqued, and he glanced at the owner of that attack desire.
Zero?
Lu Mingfei had not expected such a strong attack desire to be hidden within that girl, causing a much greater disturbance to the melody around the principal than Chu Zihang.
No, it wasn't attack desire.
Lu Mingfei narrowed his eyes slightly; he felt a familiar sensation from that fluctuation.
Zero also possessed a basic skill similar to what Lu Mingze had taught him.
However, it didn't feel very advanced, like an abridged version of the "Sunflower Manual"—"How Sunflower Seeds Are Made."
Although the two were worlds apart, they were both systematic and patterned.
At this moment, Zero moved.
The girl, pure white like an ice sculpture, held a wooden sword and thrust it straight at Angers's right leg. Her agile figure, like a dragonfly skimming water, quickly turned towards Angers's lower abdomen after touching the bamboo sword in Angers's hand.
Angers's counter-attack was even faster, even though the melody around him was fluctuating greatly at this moment.
He gave up suppressing the melody fluctuations and instead used more agile moves to suppress Zero.
The bamboo sword struck Zero's left shoulder.
Zero's bamboo sword also struck the principal's wrist.
Unexpectedly, no one had anticipated that Zero's ultimate target was the principal's wrist.
"A very good offense and a very tricky angle. If your strength were a bit greater in actual combat, you might really have been able to cut off my wrist," Angers praised Zero without reservation.
"But you forgot your winning condition. Your winning condition was to prevent my bamboo sword from landing on you. You had a chance."
Zero stood up straight.
"My strength is not enough to block the principal's bamboo sword, so switching from defense to offense was the best choice." Her tone remained calm, seemingly not regretting losing the opportunity for the principal's afternoon tea at all.
The principal's afternoon tea, coveted by the entire Kassel College, had once been sold for a six-figure price on the Night Watcher Forum, until the principal himself personally intervened to stop this trend.
But he also invited both the auctioneer and the successful bidder to his afternoon tea.
All students tacitly used up their two opportunities, leaving the two presidents to make their grand entrance.
Caesar still appeared before Chu Zihang.
"Principal."
"I look forward to your performance, Caesar," Angers said, having already seen progress in Caesar.
From his perspective, Caesar had completely hidden his grip and direction of the bamboo sword, concealing his offensive strategy, while his sapphire-like eyes stared fixedly at his chest, displaying an undisguised desire to attack.
The aura emanating from Caesar now was incredibly tough and resolute, as if the weapon in his hand was not a bamboo sword but a blade as sharp as Diketo.
At the moment of striking, he intended to cut through everything in front of him.
Lu Mingfei was right.
Display a feinting tactical approach, act as if you don't care even if I see through it, and always concentrate your attack desire on one point.
Caesar had a premonition that he would succeed.
Unlike the previous stalemate, Caesar struck without hesitation after merely steadying his stance.
His starting speed was so fast that it was difficult to react. He charged forward, his knife-like attack desire piercing Angers's chest, and a suffocating sense of oppression permeated the entire venue. Everyone couldn't help but lean back to avoid that pressure.
Slash!
Caesar drew his sword, his attack desire still concentrated on Angers's chest, but the direction was towards where Angers drew his sword.
The two bamboo swords collided, and the immense inertia bent and slightly broke both swords.
A strong gust of wind swept across Caesar's cheek, taking a few strands of his golden hair. At this moment, he actually voluntarily abandoned his bamboo sword and instead punched the principal's chest.
A huge sense of envelopment covered Caesar's hand, and Angers nodded in satisfaction.
"Caesar, you've made great progress."
Angers put down the bamboo sword in his hand and blocked Caesar's punch towards his chest. It was a pure clash of strength, and the old man had a slight edge.
"If I were a few years older, I might have lost face today."
Angers said with a smile, releasing the strength in his palm, "I only have one chance to counterattack, so you win, Caesar. My office is always open to you."
Caesar returned to his original position, "In a few years, I might still not be the principal's match. If it weren't for Lu Mingfei, I probably wouldn't have been able to achieve this. He gave me the Inspiration."
"Oh?" Angers turned to look at Lu Mingfei. "Professor Guderian once told me that you are full of Inspiration. It seems his judgment is very accurate."
"Just a small suggestion," Lu Mingfei looked Angers directly in the eye.
"Very good, next one." Angers shrugged, and Fingel brought another brand new bamboo sword.
Lu Mingfei was secretly amazed; with just a shrug, the principal had smoothed out the fluctuations in the melody around him.
Angers looked at Chu Zihang, who had been waiting for a long time. Since Lu Mingfei was sitting between Caesar and Chu Zihang, Chu Zihang must have heard this Inspiration as well. He was very much looking forward to what surprise Chu Zihang would bring him.
"Principal." Chu Zihang silently stood in front of Angers, his expression calm, one hand resting simply on the bamboo sword.
Unlike Caesar, Chu Zihang this time completely abandoned the desire to attack; at least, Angers did not feel Chu Zihang's fighting spirit.
"I am truly gratified to have you three among my students," Angers said, uncharacteristically serious.
This stirred the emotions of everyone present, and even the audience outside the live broadcast couldn't help but hold their breath.
Everyone looked forward to it. The battle between the current president of the Lionheart Society and a super ancient senior of the Lionheart Society, if nothing unexpected happened, would surely be a significant entry in the forum's history.
Chu Zihang took a step forward.
Like a pouring downpour, countless dense attack desires fell, landing on every part of Angers's body, like rain hitting banana leaves, each point of attack desire transforming into full raindrops rolling over Angers's body.
It was no longer an attack concentrated in one place.
It is very difficult for a person to distinguish where the next drop of rain will hit them in a downpour.
Angers was no exception.
So Angers moved.
Just holding the bamboo sword diagonally was no longer enough to give him a hundred percent sense of security.
Chu Zihang seized this opportunity.
With the speed of an exploding crossbow bolt, he was in front of Angers in half a breath. The originally dense attack desires converged at this moment on one point—Angers's left shoulder.
Feint.
The indistinguishable attack desire was Chu Zihang's feint.
His feint worked.
The principal blocked his attack but had no time to strike his body again.
"You truly surprise me, Chu Zihang!" Angers exclaimed loudly. "Who taught you that?"
He used a second move to easily force Chu Zihang back, looking at him with a joyful smile.
Chu Zihang put away his bamboo sword and slowly turned his head to the left.
Facing the live broadcast camera, and also facing a certain person.
Everyone followed Chu Zihang's gaze, and even the monitoring camera for the live broadcast switched to the opposite view.
Chu Zihang said calmly:
"Lu Mingfei."
