82 Chapter 82: Chastity (1/2)

Right after Faust's roar entered into Caesar's ears, a pillar of flames suddenly descended from above him.

Caesar furrowed his brows and raised his left hand, a blue mist escaped from his palms and a relatively thick piece of ice formed in between him and the fire.

*FWOOSH*

Both the flames and the ice collided, resulting in thick steam spreading throughout the training grounds.

Caesar, who blocked the flames with his ice was launched downward and hit the ground…

Faust who was watching Caesar's movements the entire time, of course, would not let this chance slip by, he immediately took a step forward and struck down with one of his wooden swords.

Caesar while still in a falling motion put his hand out and pushed off the floor…

”BANG”

Faust's sword hit the ground where Caesar had just moved from, not letting up on his assault, Faust sidestepped to the side and struck down at Caesar once again.

Caesar maneuvered his body in mid-air and wrapped his leg around Faust's arm, he twisted his entire body and flung Faust to the side with his sheer physical prowess.

”WHISH”

Faust's entire body was flung through the air at incredible speeds, he used both of his swords and scraped them against the ground to slow down.

”SCREEECH”

The wooden sword scraped against the ground and created a god awful sound that rang in everyone's ears, similar to nails on a chalkboard.

Caesar slightly squinted his eyes and threw his sword at Faust, shortly afterward he charged forward and put both of his hands out to the side, a bluish mist once again escaped from his palms and two thin pieces of ice were formed.

Faust barely had enough time to raise one of his wooden swords and parry Caesar's flying projectile.

”Bang”

Faust parried Caesar's wooden sword, however, Caesar was merely two feet away from him, he ground his teeth angrily and attempted to create a pillar of flames once more… but, it was too late.

Caesar launched off the ground and reached Faust's neck with one of his sharp pieces of ice.

”Gulp”

Faust audibly gulped down a mouthful of saliva and his eyes gleamed with defeat… The fox-kin around them, including Leo, all had confusion reflected in their eyes. Although the battle felt like it was long, it was actually only a matter of 10 seconds.

The vast majority of fox-kin couldn't even keep up with their movements, let alone comprehend how Caesar won through the thick steam.

”V-victory goes to the s-strategist!” Leo finally broke out of his stupor and announced loudly.

Caesar evaporated his icicle and stepped away from Faust, his lips curled as he offered his hand toward Faust.

”It was a great battle, you fought hard” Caesar complimented, honestly.

”Sigh, you were stronger than I had thought… who could have known you were an ice magician” Faust sighed deeply and shook Caesar's hand.

The rest of the crowd couldn't believe their eyes, how could their top clan head lose to some strategist…?

”T-that man is strong…” a middle-aged man couldn't help but speak in an exasperated tone.