Dragon Clan: They're all insane, and you still want me to slay dragons?

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Caesar truthfully stated, "Jay Chou's Chinese songs are also my Chinese teaching materials."

"Wise choice!"

"Shut up!"

Isabel, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't stand it anymore. Something just wasn't right. "How could your relationship develop so quickly? Do you need me to prepare a rooster and some yellow paper for you?"

The other students in Kassel shared the same sentiment; this development had indeed exceeded their expectations.

Their imagined scenario was that the two ruthless, taciturn individuals would start fighting as soon as they met, or like the dueling masters in Gu Long's novels, who would first strike a pose with expressionless faces and say a bunch of profound and unfathomable words before actually fighting.

However, Gao Kui and Caesar were having a great time chatting, completely forgetting what they were supposed to be doing.

Gao Kui still held Caesar's hand, turned his head and explained, "We admire each other and couldn't help ourselves."

Caesar nodded in deep agreement: "We are of one mind in our aesthetic appreciation of literature."

Not everyone likes Gu Long's works. Gu Long's novels have a strong literary and artistic vibe; those who love them adore them to death, while those who don't dislike them look down on them.

Caesar felt that it was quite a coincidence that the two of them both liked Gu Long's works.

Most importantly, Gao Kui was strong enough. No matter how well they got along, a half-breed who wasn't strong enough could never gain Caesar's equal recognition and respect.

The "blood tragedy" between high-bloodline mixed-race individuals and low-bloodline mixed-race individuals is even more intense than the blood tragedy between low-bloodline mixed-race individuals and ordinary people, and Gao Kui is not just someone with high bloodline.

A robust physique from a freefall of over 400 meters, with vaguely visible chiseled muscle lines—can this be achieved simply through talent?

Caesar only saw the effort and sweat.

"But that's about it for greetings between friends."

Caesar didn't forget why he had called Gao Kui down: "Everyone is looking forward to a duel between the two of us, and I think we'd better not disappoint them."

"exactly."

Gao Kui nodded, then returned to the style of Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng: "How do you want to compete?"

"I'll decide the time and place, but you can decide the competition events." Caesar generously relinquished the decision-making power over the competition events to Gao Kui.

He knew almost nothing about the prince of Northern Qi.

He decides the time and place, and then he decides the competition events. If he chooses something that Gao Kui is good at, it will inevitably be a tough challenge. If he chooses something that Gao Kui is not good at, even if he wins, it will be an unfair victory. It is better to let Gao Kui decide.

Winning would be ideal, but losing would be expected. Caesar was not incapable of bearing the consequences of losing a duel; no one can remain undefeated forever.

"Wow, that's awesome, bro."

Gao Kui praised it and shook the Longinus in his hand: "Then let's keep it simple."

"You stab me three times, I'll stab you three times. Whoever can't take it anymore loses. If we can both take it, then we'll keep stabbing."

Caesar was stunned, and so were all the students in Kassel. Wasn't this method of competition a bit too simplistic and crude?

Coming to his senses, Caesar's mind raced as he pondered.

This method of competition is indeed simple and brutal, but it does have its reasons. The two sides would stab each other or even themselves; it's said that a similar duel took place at the Tianjin docks in old China.

Even among mixed-race individuals, this isn't considered a bad competition.

It tests not only courage but also physical strength and willpower, qualities most needed for elite hybrids to slay dragons; incantations and techniques are secondary.

It takes great wisdom to choose such a competition item.

The only problem is that, given Gao Kui's physical condition—he was unharmed after a freefall of over 400 meters—even if Caesar had the first move, unless he aimed for Gao Kui's vitals, his chances of winning were still not very high.

But isn't that the point of facing the stronger opponent?

Just as Caesar was about to agree, Gao Kui suddenly changed his mind.

"Forget it, this kind of competition isn't very entertaining. Even if I win, it'll be an unfair victory..."

Gao Kui frowned, racking his brains to think of a project that would be fairer to Caesar.

If he chose a project he wasn't good at, Caesar would definitely agree, but then they would lose their friendship, and Caesar would certainly consider it an insult.

It's clear that Caesar was a man of great pride.

If Caesar chooses a sport he is relatively good at, such as close combat, hand-to-hand fighting, or marksmanship, then he has absolutely no chance of winning. It would be too unfair. Even if he throws away Longinus, Caesar's chances of winning are still slim.

Swordsmanship, mixed martial arts, marksmanship—Gao Kui is actually quite skilled in all these areas. His only weakness before was his physique, but now his biggest shortcoming has been overcome by the power of the Nine Dragons.

With the added benefit of the indestructible bone, even if Caesar discarded Longinus, his chances of winning were still slim. By the time Caesar learned of Longinus's effects, the friendship was over.

What do you mean? Are you looking down on me? Just because you have Longinus doesn't mean I don't have Dicket. Weapons are part of one's strength...

Caesar felt slighted, and even though he knew it was reasonable, he was still somewhat annoyed: "You don't need to consider my feelings, as if you consider me a friend."

I challenged you to a duel, not so you would go easy on me and win. A dragon, as a target for slaying dragons, will not hold back against a hybrid.

"That's what you said."

"I said."

"Then let's try a more entertaining form of duel, how about Russian roulette? I'll fire first."

"I'm ready for any kind of duel!"

All the students in Kassel held their breath. Russian roulette, it must be one of the most famous and dangerous forms of dueling in the world.

Fearing that the two big shots might lose face or even their lives, Isabel secretly dialed the school hospital's number.

Given the physical attributes of an A-grade hybrid, even with a severe head injury, timely rescue should prevent any major life-threatening danger.

"How many bullets do you load, and how many shots do you fire in total?" Gao Kui asked.

Before Caesar could answer, the capable head of the dance troupe interjected, "Two bullets, fire two or four shots, if the guns don't fire, then it's a tie."

No one said a duel has to have a winner and a loser. A draw is a good result, isn't it? You'll have countless more opportunities to compete in the future.

Two bullets fired two or four times have a high probability of not going off, and Isabelle doesn't want the two of them to get into a bloody mess because of a duel.

The worst outcome should be avoided as much as possible.

"Okay, then we'll fire two shots with two bullets."

Russian roulette seems to be more dangerous than the previous game, testing more courage and luck. In comparison, Caesar's chances of winning have actually increased a lot.

Two bullets fired, two shots: what are the probabilities of a draw and a win respectively?

Caesar's brain raced as he calculated various probabilities, his face showing no fear, until he saw Gao Kui pull a somewhat familiar custom-made M1911 semi-automatic pistol from behind his waist.

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The black gun body is engraved with "Ebony" and "For Messiah·Gold" on the side, and the wooden grip is engraved with a half-length portrait of Emperor Gao Huan.

This is ebony wood specially made for Gao Kui by the Equipment Department.

"Please let me hold the knife." Gao Kui handed Longinus to Isabel.

Isabel took the long sword and stared blankly at the ebony in Gao Kui's hand, her eyes glazed over, not knowing what to say.

Who plays Russian roulette with a semi-automatic pistol? What are they betting on?

Is it a gamble on the pistol's stability, or a gamble on whether the next bullet will be a blank?

Gao Kui ejected the magazine, revealing seven specially made bullets from the equipment department, neatly arranged. He flicked the magazine with his thumb, ejecting the bullets one by one.

Caesar and Isabel were under immense pressure.

As outstanding students with A-level bloodlines, they had been recruited by the Executive Department more than once and had some understanding of the Kassel Equipment Department.

This M1911 is definitely a product of the Equipment Department, a private customization. Its power, range, stability, and overall stability far surpass those of the regular M1911s on the market.

The bullets that Gao Kui carefully selected were also of great importance. They were also produced by the Equipment Department, and the gunpowder ratio was more potent than that of the regular .45 bullets on the market.

Furthermore, neither Caesar nor Isabel had ever heard of the Armaments Department producing blank rounds of this model and designation, so the probability that these bullets were blank rounds was extremely low.

"Click..."

With only two bullets left in the magazine, Gao Kui pushed the magazine back into the gun, chambered a round, released the safety, and raised the pistol to his temple: "It's a deal, one shot per person, I'll fire first."

"Perhaps there is still room for discussion regarding the method of dueling."

"Yeah, who uses a semi-automatic..."

Caesar and Isabel panicked, and not only them, but all the Kassel students who saw Gao Kui's movements panicked.

The Northern Qi prince, who was suspected to be of S-rank, committed suicide by shooting himself on his first day of school. What is this? They won't have a good time for the next few years. Isn't it too hasty for such an excellent mixed-race person to die like this?

Seriously, can a hybrid who's so mentally unstable that he dares to use a custom-made M1911 from the Equipment Department to play Russian roulette still be considered an excellent hybrid?

Before anyone could figure out what was going on, Gao Kui decisively pulled the trigger. The primer struck the bullet, igniting the gunpowder and propelling the alloy bullet out of the chamber.

The bullet struck Gao Kui's temple, and the powerful kinetic energy propelled Gao Kui's head violently to the other side.

Everyone's breath caught in their throats, their hearts stopped beating as if gripped by a platinum star, and all eyes were fixed on Gao Kui.

The anticipated scene of his head exploding did not occur, but he was not completely unharmed either.

Drops of blood slid down Gao Kui's cheek, the bullet had pierced his scalp and was embedded in his temple, the rounded alloy bullet flattened.

He shook his head, and the bullet embedded in his temple clattered to the ground.

"Awesome!"

Gao Kui closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and suddenly shuddered: "The custom-made high-end stuff is still more powerful. It's much stronger than the mass-produced Glock we used last time, and it might even be more powerful than a regular sniper rifle bullet."

"Speaking of which, did you feel something just now? It's a pity I'm not a sodium aluminate manipulator. If only shooting myself in the head could summon sodium aluminate..."

What kind of monster is this?

The bones in the temple area are thinner than those in other parts of the head, and the same is true for hybrids, but when the monster in front of him suddenly shot him in the temple, it only grazed his skin.

Caesar and Isabel wouldn't fool themselves into thinking that Gao Kui used blank rounds.

Bullets of different calibers and propellant charges make different sounds when they leave the barrel. Many mixed-race people in Kassel can distinguish the type of bullet by sound. The bullet that Gao Kui just fired could not possibly be a blank.

Is this the prince of Northern Qi?

At this moment, Caesar and the others who witnessed everything had no doubt that Gao Kui did indeed have S-class bloodline, otherwise there would be no way to explain his incredible bone hardness.

"Your turn, Bro."

Gao Kui placed the ebony wood into Caesar's hand, his gaze deep.

"President..."