CEO In A Fantasy World Chapter 81: Chapter 81: Faust

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 fas.h.i.+on, large beads of sweat streaked down their s.h.i.+rtless 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 unb.u.t.ton his s.h.i.+rt, he threw his suit jacket and s.h.i.+rt 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 ma.s.ses 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 un.o.btrusively 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.

"HALT" Faust roared and Leo stopped moving his weapon.

None of the men had expected their respected clan head to lose the fight so easily.

The crowd of fox-kin were all dead silent causing Leo to put his head down ashamed… he had underestimated his opponent.

Faust at the side furrowed his brows, how could he let their dignity as clan heads be tarnished… he walked toward the weapons rack and pulled out two short wooden swords.

"Would you care to fight once more?" Faust asked curiously.

Caesar nodded his head with a wide smile, how could he let go of such a great chance… He walked opposite of Faust and once again readied his weapon.

"YOU CAN DO IT FAUST!" a younger man bellowed

"DON'T LET THE DIGNITY OF THE FOX-KIN CLAN BE TARNISHED!!" a middle-aged male roared excitedly.

"Faust!"

"Faust!"

The fox-kin that circled them started to shout out words of encouragement and cheer his name… Faust's determination and resolve rose with every cheer, while Caesar's smile only grew wider.

"I won't underestimate you like Leo did, as the first clan leader and future head of the fox-kin clan I will fight you with everything I have" Faust spoke gravely and a dark orange flame coiled around his two swords.

"I expected nothing less" Caesar replied curtly.

Leo, at the side, took the job of refereeing and raised his hand, "same rules as last time, no lethal blows"

Both Faust and Caesar nodded their heads in consent and got in a battle stance… Caesar's eyes were already emitting a deep crimson as he looked for Faust's weaknesses.

"BEGIN" Leo shouted.

Both Caesar and Faust slowly walked in a circle and looked for their opponents' weaknesses, the crowd of fox-kin all held their breaths and silence enveloped the entire training grounds.

*BOOM*

Caesar was the first to move and blasted off the ground, he rushed sword first at Faust… Faust raised both of his swords and put one above the other in a : formation.

"Dual dragons!" Faust whispered and immediately two columns of dark orange flames shot out of each sword.

Caesar's eyes hastily rotated as he gently jumped in the gap between the flames and spun horizontally in mid-air…

"That's not enough!" Faust roared and another streak of flames came thundering towards Caesar who was still in the middle of the air.

Caesar, who was still composed created a pillar of ice from the ground and kicked off it effectively pa.s.sing right over the flames.

"A dagger is most effective, when hidden" Caesar whispered quietly as his wooden sword approached Faust's face.

As if time stopped, the fox-kin around them all held their breaths in shock as the top clan leader was about to lose.

"NOOOT YET!" Faust's roar escaped from his mouth when Caesar's sword was merely 1 foot away from his neck.