81 Chapter 81: Faus (1/2)

Leo and Faust led Caesar to the other side of the stronghold which was the opposite of where their entrance gate was located.

They walked through the mansions long corridors in relative silence and soon reached their destination.

*HUA*

The sound of soldiers grunting, reverberated throughout the training grounds, Caesar opened his eyes wide in astonishment.

Thousands of fox-kin men were weaving their swords in an organized fashion, large beads of sweat streaked down their shirtless bodies.

”Your soldiers seem to be quite disciplined” Caesar complimented.

Both Leo and Faust smiled proudly, ”our soldiers are the strongest amongst mid-tier clans, however, it takes time to groom fighters of this caliber” Leo spoke confidently.

Caesar nodded his head and glanced around the training grounds, the soldiers were still focusing on their sword practice, but they were watching his actions with the corner of their eyes.

Caesar smiled shrewdly and started to unbutton his shirt, he threw his suit jacket and shirt to the side and fully showcased his well-trained body.

”You had said you wanted to have a friendly spar, correct?” Caesar asked slyly while looking at Leo.

Leo nodded his head gravely and walked to a nearby weapons rack, he threw one of the wooden swords to Caesar and picked up a large wooden axe for himself.

Leo beckoned for Caesar to follow him and they walked through the masses of fox-kin troops, they ended up walking until they reached the middle of the training grounds.

”ALRIGHT, LISTEN UP MEN, YOU CAN TAKE A BREAK FROM TRAINING AND FEAST YOUR EYES UPON THIS DUEL… PERHAPS YOU CAN LEARN A FEW THINGS!” Faust roared extremely loudly.

As if they were waiting for a similar order, the fox-kin all spontaneously dropped their swords and scrambled to form a circle around Caesar and Leo, they were very curious as to whether or not this stranger could put up a good fight.

Caesar smiled inside, 'the best way to gain the respect of a race similar to this, is personal strength, after all'

Faust walked in between Leo and Caesar, ”I will be the referee for this duel” he explained unobtrusively and raised his hand in the air.

”No fatalities or anything that wouldn't be used in a friendly spar” Faust spoke loudly so all of the soldiers around them could hear.

Both Caesar and Leo nodded their heads in consent, they separated a fair distance from each other and readied their weapons.

”BEGIN!” Faust roared.

Right as Faust's words entered into Leo's ears, he immediately advanced forward, he kicked off the ground and weaved his hefty battle axe toward Caesar.

Leo was moving at incredible speeds to the others, however, to Caesar, he looked as if he was moving in slow motion.

Caesar squinted his eyes and sidestepped at the last second, the wooden axe missed his face by mere centimeters.

*WHISH*

As the axe cut through the air, it kicked up a heavy wind and fluttered Caesar's hair. Caesar's eyes constricted as if knew this would happen and thrusted his wooden sword forward.

Leo, who was still in motion frowned deeply… his arms bulged and his veins protruded out as he attempted to change the directory of the wooden axe.

'It's too late' Caesar thought inwardly as his sword easily reached Leo's neck before his axe could reach him.