"What is a crisis? It is the coexistence of danger and opportunity! Fools die in a crisis, mediocre people preserve themselves in a crisis, and only true geniuses can advance instead of retreat in a crisis!"
Caesar is a genius both innately and acquiredly. He has keenly discovered the breakthrough of the recent bottleneck. If Stilaia has pointed out a path for him, then the ones in front of him are the signposts, and he needs to kick them one by one.
Caesar arched his body slightly, his nerves tense. It had been a long time since he felt this excited. He pulled all his strength and momentum to the peak. It could be said that Caesar in this state was equally terrifying, but facing a sea warrior who had experienced many battles and had fighting spirit, this was still not enough.
Silently, even when using his fighting spirit, Gasol was still cold and gloomy in the blood, without any sense of arrogance and oppression. But this is probably the difference between the academic school and the practical school. It can be said that Gasol's talent is not top-notch. His fighting spirit was achieved through life and death, countless comrades falling beside him, and an extremely crazy breakthrough. Those who can break through by relying on innate conditions are naturally from two different worlds compared to him.
Gasol attacked, just as ruthlessly, without showing any mercy. Unknowingly, the fight between the two had turned into a life-and-death battle. In a fight between warriors, hatred is not necessary to determine life and death.
Clara and the others were not weak either, and they obviously noticed the change in the situation. However, for two people who had fully entered the combat state, any random obstruction at this time could easily result in the death of one of them. And no one present had the speed and strength to separate the two warriors at the same time, especially a magician, who found it even more difficult to do so.
It was obvious that Caesar was completely suppressed in front of Gasol, who had a fighting spirit. He faced a storm of attacks, which frightened Clara. She had long forgotten that Caesar had a fighting spirit. Now Clara's only wish was to stop the game as soon as possible, and winning or losing didn't matter.
At this moment, Caesar was like a small boat in the raging waves, in danger of being smashed at any time, but Caesar's face was full of excitement, his eyes were shining with joy, and he was completely immersed in this life-and-death contest.
"Sea Dou Qi", God knows what it is, but when Caesar mastered this kind of Dou Qi, many difficult things became easy. If an ordinary person suddenly possessed such an amazing talent that could rival or even surpass dragon Dou Qi, he would probably be completely addicted to it, but Caesar did not. While tempering his Dou Qi, he was still seeking a breakthrough in his realm.
Talented fighting spirit is not absolute, otherwise the Sea Dragon Clan would have swept across the entire Sea Clan long ago. Now it is not the world of the six royal families, but the world of the Sea Dragon Clan. Talent only represents different starting points, but the end point is not necessarily determined by who comes first or later.
Caesar was completely crazy, as if he had again the same feeling of crisis and excitement as when he first fought those super-class sea monsters. His mind was highly concentrated, and he suddenly entered a very clear and strange state. He was obviously very excited, but his mind was very calm, as if he was in an ice cellar. The opponent's attacks and momentum were easily stripped away. Caesar understood that this was a completely new realm, which could not be experienced when possessing sea fighting spirit. Powerful power often makes people ignore some things.
Gasol became more and more nervous as the fight went on. At the beginning, the opponent was barely holding on and was in danger. If he had relied on the siren's quick reaction and speed, he would have fallen under his sword long ago. But things were getting stranger and stranger. He was sure that there was nothing wrong with his attacks. His killing moves were becoming more and more fierce and direct. There was no way to hold back, but the opponent seemed to relax. It was a strange feeling, as if his moves had been completely seen through.
You have to know that all his special skills are not fancy. They are what he has learned from battles. They are the most labor-saving and direct way of killing. Even two people of equal strength will have no way to die in front of him. The young man in front of him is obviously weaker than himself, so why did this happen?
Anyone who fails to make an attack for a long time will doubt himself, and the battle-hardened Gasol is no exception. However, as sharp-minded as Caesar is, he immediately grasped the change in this moment and launched a counterattack, using both fists and feet to fight with Gasol.
Seeing Caesar's counterattack, Clara breathed a sigh of relief. The queen, who was high above everyone else, also leaned back slightly in her chair. It was obvious that the young man had realized something during the fight. Now the two men on the field had become evenly matched, and the fight should be over soon. However, when the queen saw her daughter's expression, her face turned a little unhappy.
No one knows a girl better than her mother. The queen originally thought that Clara was just playful, but seeing how concerned she was to the point of forgetting everything, the queen realized that the situation was a bit serious. To this young man, the queen could only say that he was not bad. With such strength and status, she would never allow something to sprout. In comparison, Xiao Bote was more suitable for Clara.
How many royal families have the power to choose? It seems that my daughter has really grown up.
Caesar became more and more excited as the fight went on. He was trying to keep this wonderful feeling of being in control. Although the swords brushed against his body every time and he could even feel the fighting spirit like needles, Caesar was confident that no one could hurt him. This was not achieved by relying on speed and vision that were several times faster than that of the opponent. It was purely a state of mind, very strange and very comfortable.
Caesar, who was in the mood for fighting, suddenly threw a punch. There was nothing wrong with just a punch, but it became a problem when a certain amount of sea fighting spirit was added to it. Gasol's fighting spirit could be regarded as bloody fighting spirit, which had been tempered through thousands of trials and tribulations. The quality could not be considered high, but it was very tough.
One punch, just one punch.
The long sword in Gasol's hand broke with a sound, and the seemingly weak blue energy was actually pressing forward with the long sword. The fighting spirit that had been cultivated for decades was actually retreating step by step. Although it was obviously very strong, it was unexpectedly invaded by the opponent like a dead tree and rotten wood. Although he barely blocked that bit of sea fighting spirit, he was knocked away by the fist force itself, hit the wall heavily, and barely fell to the ground on one knee.
Gasol's eyes were full of horror, and everyone present was extremely surprised, including the queen. If you think the queen is just a beautiful mermaid, you are wrong. She followed the mermaid king to participate in the brutal Shenyue War.
Caesar also felt a little regretful. It seemed that he was too excited and used the sea fighting spirit unconsciously. Otherwise, he could have experienced it for a while longer. However, Gasol's defeat was sooner or later. Even if he didn't use the sea fighting spirit, he would not be his opponent in a real fight.
"Great!" Clara was already clapping her hands, her excitement revealed without any concealment.
"My mother, Caesar has won. There should be no problem now."
Clara was stunned when she saw her mother's expression, because she rarely saw her mother look so solemn.