Crossing at the same time, forging the door of truth

"Ten minutes, one minute left, just right." Lu Mingfei put his hands in his pockets and looked at the two bright lights appearing on the street in the distance.

This is Caesar's sports car. Only a sports car of this price range can be so bright.

In fact, it was true. The sports car swung its tail beautifully and braked to a stop in front of Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang.

Caesar opened the car door and got out.

"Let's go." Chu Zihang spoke, his words as concise as ever.

A few minutes later, the three stopped.

This is a very spacious concrete ground. Looking at the scattered weeds and some cement buildings, it can be roughly judged that this should be an industrial zone to be built. Due to Egypt's current economic situation, this place has now become a nearby market area.

"Brother, this is a weapon." Lu Mingfei casually broke off two straight wooden roots and threw one of them at Chu Zihang.

"it is good."

Chu Zihang picked up the weapon, waved it, and tried the feel. It was very light, completely different from the Murasame he was holding in his hand.

Caesar watched the two warm up, looked around, found an empty seat and sat down, while thinking about Pompey's words in his mind.

The king of sky and wind, his power was taken away by his brother.

Which Dragon King could this “brother” be?
The Dragon King of the earth and mountains, or the Dragon King of the ocean and water.

In the original novel, Kassel Academy determined that the Dragon King was a twin by salvaging the Dragon King's resurrection cocoon in the Bronze City.

It is different now. The only thing Kassel Academy knows about the Dragon King is a bronze and fire dragon skeleton forged by Bai Mo from New York.

This led to a deviation in Caesar's cognition. In his eyes, there were only four Dragon Kings, and the Dragon Kings on the throne were not just two who shared power and authority.

Now that the Bronze and Fire King has been conquered, there are only the Earth and Mountain King and the Ocean and Water King. The latter is very mysterious and there is no record of him being successfully conquered in the Secret Party.

"An alien who possesses the authority of two dragon kings." Caesar felt a sense of pressure in his heart.

While Caesar was thinking, Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang finished familiarizing themselves with the weapons, and the two fought together.

The wooden stick was swung in Lu Mingfei's hand like a sword, just right against Chu Zihang's weak spot.

Lu Mingfei judged the sword-swinging action of his senior brother in front of him with his eyes, and cleverly unblocked Chu Zihang's heavy sword, reducing the original 100% strength to 70%.

Feeling that the attack missed with his fingers, Chu Zihang took a step forward, leaning close in front of Lu Mingfei, suppressing Lu Mingfei's change of moves, and at the same time kicking out sideways without hesitation.

The mixed-race's natural physical fitness allowed this blow to break the ribs.

The wooden stick in his hand was pressed down. Lu Mingfei twisted his body and moved with force to avoid Chu Zihang's kick diagonally, then kicked Chu Zihang with his leg.

Ruthless and brutal.

For Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei, the S-rank hybrid/senior brother in front of them needs to show their true strength. Even if they don't use the Word Spirit, don't have a sword, and don't even have the violent blood or the extraordinary power of the hybrid itself.

Chu Zihang remained expressionless, changed his kicking to walking, and kicked at Lu Mingfei with his other foot.

The two men faced each other's legs, took each other's full-strength blows, and wrestled with the wooden sticks in their hands. In less than a second, this initial attempt that exceeded the nerve reaction of ordinary people was over.

Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang looked at each other, their dark pupils and burning golden pupils.

The two men retreated in tacit understanding and put away the wooden sticks in their hands, just like two swordsmen sheathing their swords after their first sword fight, waiting for the next swing.

At this time, Caesar was no longer distracted by thinking about his own affairs, but was fully committed to the duel between the two.

Although this kind of fight was not as intense as the one he and Chu Zihang had in the kendo training area of ​​Kassel Academy, where they slashed at each other with wooden swords, the moves and techniques involved were already excellent enough.

Taking a deep breath, Caesar changed his sitting position and looked at the two people carefully, reviewing in his mind the decisiveness of their actions and how he should resist and counterattack.

Lu Mingfei turned the wooden stick in his hand, lowered his body, adjusted his breathing, and rushed towards Chu Zihang quickly.

He moved his body, twisted and changed, achieving high-speed curved movement by constantly changing his footsteps.

To outsiders, Lu Mingfei now looked like a shark swimming in the deep sea, constantly swimming, baring his fangs and gnawing at his prey, his silver teeth shining.

Chu Zihang calmed down and stared at Lu Mingfei, watching every detail of his changes. This is... the left side.

Holding the wooden stick in both hands, Chu Zihang raised it, stepped forward with his right foot, tensed his body, stood with his feet sideways, and chopped at Lu Mingfei with all his strength.

The sword was as powerful as a bamboo breaking through bamboo. Although what was held in Chu Zihang's hand was only a wooden stick, at this moment Chu Zihang was like a warrior in ancient times holding a sword, ready to chop off the enemy's head.

"Sorry, brother." Lu Mingfei spoke quickly while shrinking his body. His entire figure seemed to disappear from the spot at this moment.

Taking advantage of the visual blind spot, Lu Mingfei used the fake sound created by the wooden stick in his hand to trick Chu Zihang into using his ultimate move.

However, it cannot be called a big move. After all, it is just a full-strength strike with concentrated strength.

Lu Mingfei raised the wooden stick and hit Chu Zihang in the chest. He used his hand as a palm to catch Chu Zihang's impromptu sweep.

At the same time, he chopped towards Chu Zihang with the wooden stick in his hand.

But at this moment Chu Zihang broke free from Lu Mingfei's restraints, used his shoulders as a weapon, and rushed towards Lu Mingfei.

Trade injury for injury?

No, not really. At such a distance, Chu Zihang's shoulder impact was faster than Lu Mingfei's stick.

Lu Mingfei put away his sword and used his other hand to defend himself, blocking Chu Zihang's attack.

boom--

With a loud sound, Lu Mingfei took nine steps back and stood sideways, using the wooden stick to offset the force.

Chu Zihang held the wooden stick and strode towards Lu Mingfei, with the momentum of a tiger descending from the mountain, accompanied by wind and thunder.

Lu Mingfei's expression remained unchanged. He spun his sword in a flower pattern to follow Chu Zihang's attack rhythm.

In just a few minutes, the two of them exchanged hundreds of blows, unleashing moves that would put the so-called masters to shame.

Lightning Five Whips?
These masters were simply unable to react to the high speed that Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang could reach when swinging their swords.

The wooden sticks collided again. Lu Mingfei gripped the stick tightly and pressed it down. Then he pulled it down suddenly, grabbed it with his backhand, and poked Chu Zihang in the chest, forcing him to retreat several steps.

"The winner is decided," Caesar commented.

The simple contest is to see that the success of Lu Mingfei's attack took advantage of Chu Zihang's misjudgment of him, thinking that his fighting style and movement pace were everything about Lu Mingfei, and tricked him into reaching the limit of his attack.

It was just a common mistake, but for them, mistakes directly determined victory or defeat.

"I lost." Chu Zihang put down the stick and calmly admitted that he had lost.

Unfamiliarity means unfamiliarity, failure to react quickly means failure to react, and an error in judgment means an error, there is no so-called reason.

Winning and losing are so simple.

“I probably took advantage of my senior brother.” Lu Mingfei scratched the back of his head.

After all, Lu Mingfei had seen Chu Zihang's fighting style in New York, and he had even witnessed both of them using their full strength.

On the other hand, Chu Zihang doesn’t know much about Lu Mingfei...

"Your final attack was with a sword." Chu Zihang frowned.

He didn't care about his failure. Instead, it was Lu Mingfei's final move, holding the sword and swinging it backhand, that caught Chu Zihang's attention.

This method does not feel like using a wooden root, but rather an iron sword, a real sharp weapon.

"Ha, ha ha." Lu Mingfei put down the stick and scratched his hair.

A habitual blow, a fighting style ingrained in his bones, caused him to forget that he was not fighting with an iron sword, but a wooden stick.

"Forget it." Chu Zihang shook his head and gave up the idea of ​​continuing to ask. Everyone has their own secrets.

He has it, so Lu Mingfei naturally has it too. (End of this chapter)