The Periodic Table of Words at Hogwarts

Chapter 324 Physical Breakthrough of Defense

The two people held their hands together, and then suddenly started to increase their strength at the same time.

"How could the kid across from me have so much strength?"

Anderson frowned, and then the muscles in his arms gradually began to swell more, and the force transmitted became stronger and stronger.

Zhang Qi was clearly at a disadvantage, and then his arm was pressed hard to the right on the table.

"You are very strong, even stronger than most vampires, but in the end I won."

Anderson said without changing his expression, then raised his arm and wiped a layer of fine sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand.

"Child, do you want another round?"

After calming down his mood, Anderson continued to ask.

"It seems that the Inquisition did surprise us."

Zhang Qi looked at the priest opposite with a sullen face.

"Oh? I would like to know, how do you know my identity?"

Anderson's expression suddenly changed. His identity should be kept completely confidential. As for the badge on his chest, only those who are really responsible for certain things know the meaning of that coat of arms.

"I've seen the badge on you, in the museum."

Zhang Qi answered casually.

"It seems that the guys who recycle cultural relics are lazy again"...

Father Anderson sighed, because the Inquisition has used this emblem for thousands of years, so there will inevitably be an outflow.

Those badges that were originally leaked out would be recycled by the cultural relics department, but it was obvious that the people in the cultural relics department were lazy again and allowed such things to be publicly displayed.

"One more round, Father Anderson."

After gently comparing the strength gap between the two in his mind, Zhang Qi rubbed his arm and stretched out his hand again.

"Ah, since I have promised you two out of three games, let's start now."

Father Anderson sat down again, and then their hands clasped together again.

"Kid, I don't want to hurt you, but in arm wrestling, as long as you lose the first time, you basically can't win."

Anderson looked helplessly into the eyes of the young man opposite him, but at this time he seemed a little uneasy.

The sun was shining on the other person's face, and the originally dark brown pupils seemed a little bright under the sunlight.

It's like the eyes of a fire dragon, both charming and dangerous.

"You don't have to worry so much, just start."

Zhang Qi took a deep breath, and then the joints in his wrists, elbows and shoulders slowly made a violent sound.

"Huh? You know some Eastern Kung Fu"?

Anderson thought to himself in confusion.

As a member of the Inquisition, he did know that there were many people in China who had special methods to temporarily strengthen their strength. It happened to be an Asian face, so he naturally thought that it was possible that the other party had some such skills.

However, the difference in strength between the two just now was more than a little, and Anderson was still confident of breaking off the opponent's wrist.

"Snapped"!

Before Anderson could react, a huge force suddenly burst out from the opponent's hand, and his arm was pressed firmly to the table in an instant.

Anderson instinctively used all his strength to lift his arm, but the opponent's attack was too harsh. His strength was like hitting a steel plate and had no effect at all.

"I think you lose, Mr. Father".

Zhang Qi exhaled the air in his lungs. At this moment, a cloud blocked the sunlight, and the golden color in the young man's eyes disappeared as the light dimmed.

"Are you coming again?"

Zhang Qi asked with a smile.

Gu Qi "I lost. There is a big gap in our strength."

Anderson stood up from his seat and rubbed his sore wrist.

If he had put a blindfold on him just now, he would even think that the person sitting opposite was a count-level vampire, because only this kind of monster is worthy of the monster's strength!

"Well, in return, how about you act as our guide today?"

Astoria said with a smile.

"Of course, this lively and lovely lady, if your boyfriend wins, I will naturally make some compensation."

Anderson smiled and bowed.

"Oh, they are not boyfriend and girlfriend."

Dumbledore waved his hand quickly.

"Oh, sorry, that was rude of me."

Anderson quickly apologized to the two of them.

"The two of them are an unmarried couple and are already engaged"...

Dumbledore suppressed a smile and said the second half of the sentence.

"Ah, Dumbledore, even though you are over 100 years old now, you are still as naughty as you were when you were young"...

The priest sighed and patted Dumbledore's shoulder gently.

"Come on, children, let's visit the Vatican. If you meet any students from Ifamoni on the way, please suppress your emotions."

"But why do you suppress your emotions towards those Ifamoni students? Are they annoying?"

Astoria asked a little confused.

"Well, some people are not just generally annoying, but the kind of people who want you to go up and give them a kick."

Father Anderson rubbed his temples with a headache.

"If you don't believe it, look over there."

Several people looked in the direction of Anderson's finger. Right there, several students in purple robes were walking around in groups, followed by several clergymen wearing bishop's robes.

"They all think highly of themselves and believe that Ifamoni School is the most powerful magic school, and multiple cultures coexist there, so anyone is likely to receive discrimination from all angles."

"To be honest, I'm really tired of eating these sour radishes. Some people really like to see others serving dishes. They are all respectful to the bishop, but they will always look at priests like me with their nostrils. I really I want to stick my gun sword into their nostrils to see if there is a shrunken brain inside."

The priest complained to himself, but he seemed to attract some people's attention.

"Oh, look, it's that weird priest again, and I don't know what the people behind him are doing."

Several students whispered to each other.

"Ha, I've long been unhappy with them anyway."

Several boys who looked like they were senior students immediately walked over with their junior students.

"Oh, here comes the fuck again."

Anderson sighed. Although he could easily beat the brains out of these people, he still couldn't do it.

"Ha! Isn't this the priest who we argued with in the auditorium yesterday? It seems that your interests are very wide, whether they are men or women, old people or children, you don't let them go."

The white boy with blond hair looked at several people and uttered rubbish as if he had not brushed his teeth for decades.

"Snapped"!

Father Anderson originally wanted to step forward and stop him, but it seemed that girls didn't have much of a liking for rotten people with bad mouths.

The slap wearing the invisible gauntlet hit the boy's face firmly, and with a soft squeaking sound, half of the broken teeth flew out from under the deformed lips along with saliva and blood.