Dragon Clan: I am Lu Mingfei, the Intelligence Strategist, the God of Concepts!

Chapter 83 Is Chu Zihang the person we've been waiting for? (6.1K)

The Zhou family's martial arts training ground.

"What exactly makes someone a true tiger?"

Lu Mingfei held the long spear and muttered to himself.

Under the early spring sun, the black blade of the Tiger Roar Spear gleamed with a faint ebony luster, like bronze stars.

Three days ago, he insisted on taking this spear from the Zhou family's treasury, which made things quite awkward.

Nuwa felt she had wronged Lu Mingfei, because in her eyes, this spear had nothing special except for its hardness; it was practically one of the lowest-ranking items in the treasure trove.

The elders were even more nervous upon hearing this news. What was this young man trying to do by being so polite? Was he going to cut things up before it even started? Immediately, several old men who had lived for two or three hundred years jumped out of the palace and kept persuading him to choose whatever he wanted, saying there was no need to save the Zhou family money.

Only Lu Mingfei looked embarrassed.

You've misunderstood, we really weren't being polite.

This spear is the finest treasure in your treasury.

Aside from the Dragon Slayer Platform, this spear, which carries authority, even has more [Spirit (1.4%)] than the Dragon Slayer Platform's [Spirit (0.2%), Fire (0.13%), and Water (0.13%) combined.

Several times more!
However, the only drawback is that there is no 'living spirit' inside this spear. Without a living spirit, there is no way to communicate, which means that he can only rely on his own strength to drive this Tiger Roaring Fang Spear.

That "evaluation" seemed to imply something: one must become a man like a tiger to truly unleash its power.

However, it is clear that Lu Mingfei is not yet worthy of being called a tiger.

Like all the Zhou family ancestors, this gun was just a lump of iron in his hands.

"Strength, independence, courage, and majesty—this is the image of the tiger as the king of beasts in nature."

At that moment, the old man's voice sounded behind Lu Mingfei.

"According to family records, someone tried to use this gun before. The one who was most compatible with it would let out a roar like a ferocious tiger whenever he swung it in rainy weather... The Roaring Tiger Spear, you have a very good name."

The old general, who should have been guarding the main hall, was no longer wearing his cold, hard ancient armor. Instead, he was dressed in a black training uniform and stood in the corner, smiling as if he were looking at a piece of unpolished jade.

Beside him was Zhou Minhao, also dressed in training clothes. The CEO of an electronics wafer factory in Kunshan had a very complicated expression on his face, as if envy, jealousy and pain were mixed together.

When the elders of the Zhou family saw that Lu Mingfei insisted on choosing this spear as his weapon, they had no choice but to respect his opinion.

Out of a sense of compensation, they simply arranged for the 'younger generation' who were most skilled at using spears as weapons to teach Lu Mingfei.

The old general was a master-level spearman, and he also brought along his son Zhou Minhao, who was skilled in Xingyi Quan. Practicing Xingyi Quan would be beneficial for mastering the spear.

"Does that mean you want to mimic the movements and expressions of a tiger?"

Lu Mingfei seemed to be thinking about something, but did not directly respond to the old general's flattery.

First of all, he didn't name the Fierce Tiger Roaring Fang Spear. Secondly, he felt that even if he named it Wolf Spear Spear, the old general would probably give it a big thumbs up. Lu Mingfei had noticed these past few days that the old man's attitude towards him seemed a bit strange.

"Humans and wild animals are naturally different."

Zhou Minhao shook his head and said, "I think it's the temperament of a samurai. Alain Delon starred in a movie called 'Le Samouraï,' which said that there is no one in the world more lonely than a samurai, except perhaps the tiger in the jungle."

As an outstanding young member of the Zhou family, Zhou Minhao, even though he is not a true direct descendant of the "Yu" generation, still received considerable training because his father was the leader of the palace guards of the Nuwa Lord. In addition, he studied abroad from a young age, so his thinking is also more modern. He has more in common with Lu Mingfei, and sometimes when the old general utters a few words of classical Chinese, he has to rely on Lu Mingfei to translate.

Although he was somewhat puzzled by Lu Mingfei's sudden desire to become a tiger-like man, it didn't stop him from offering some of his own insights.

"A samurai...lonely?"

Lu Mingfei muttered these two words to himself.

For no apparent reason, I thought of Chu Zihang, who had left the Zhou family and flown to the United States a few days ago.

Of all the people he had ever met, if there was anyone who could truly be called a lone warrior like a fierce tiger, it would probably only be his senior brother…

Lu Mingfei scratched his head, looking genuinely troubled.

Are you suggesting he imitate Chu Zihang's stern and unsmiling demeanor? I feel that's an innate quality, okay? At most, he could only imitate a three-minute shower.

"cough……"

The old general cleared his throat gently, "Mingfei, it's still early, shall we do another round of practice?"

"okay!"

Lu Mingfei immediately jumped up.

This guy is the type who responds better to gentle persuasion than harsh treatment. If you try to be a strict teacher, it's hard to say whether he'll start to disobey after his initial enthusiasm fades. But if you try to persuade him gently, he'll feel embarrassed to embarrass you.

Besides, is practicing shooting enjoyable?
They seem to be quite happy.

Lu Mingfei picked up a long, thin composite glue gun, weighing about twenty pounds. It was temporarily modified by the Zhou family and was about the same weight and length as the Roaring Tiger Gun. With a shake of the gun, he actually grabbed the end of the gun with one hand, and the entire gun stood horizontally without shaking at all, as if he were one with the whole person.

Such arm strength is quite astonishing even among hybrids. Under the old general's guidance these past two days, Lu Mingfei seems to be gradually developing the true potential of an S-class.

Of course, the 'Word of Power Weapon Master' is also playing a role in this.

"Pretty!"

Upon seeing this, the old general's eyes lit up and he cheered.

He then looked at Zhou Minhao, whose expression had changed drastically, and ordered in a deep voice, "You, go!"

Zhou Minhao's face turned green. He thought to himself that this old man's Sichuan opera face-changing skills were no longer up to par. He was all smiles and gentleness towards Lu Mingfei, but turned into a devilish figure when facing him. He recalled the fear of being dominated when he was a child.

However, he quickly grabbed a 2.5-meter-long glue gun and sprang to his feet.

He assumed the same posture as Lu Mingfei, but there was a clear difference in strength between the two. Zhou Minhao's spear tip would occasionally wobble, while Lu Mingfei's spear tip remained completely still, like an old monk in deep meditation.

As a weapon used in actual combat, it cannot be limited to just techniques and routines.

In fact, Lu Mingfei's talent seemed a bit too good. In addition, he was so focused when he studied that he had learned almost all the conventional shooting techniques in just three days.

This naturally involves learning Xingyiquan. In fact, Xingyiquan can be regarded as the basic skill for practicing spear techniques. Xingyiquan itself is derived from spear techniques. Whether it is Bengquan, Zuanquan, Paoquan, Hengquan, or Piquan, they all contain the essence of spear techniques!

But in the world of hybrids, techniques and routines are often just supplementary; what matters more is the return to basic speed and power, and of course, adaptability during combat.

Therefore, Zhou Minhao should have become his practical opponent.

After a while.

Lu Mingfei made the first move.

With a swift left hand, he grabbed the center of the spear shaft, while his right hand lifted and swung it. In an instant, the spear seemed to come alive, its hard composite rubber body transforming into a raging dragon with its mane bristling. Then, with a quick turn, his hands slid, and the spear tip easily traced an arc across the sky before delivering a powerful downward slash!
"Damn it!"

Zhou Minhao's jealousy intensified.

People often say that a month is for sticks, a year for knives, and a lifetime for guns, but for Lu Mingfei, it seems that he has completed the path of a lifetime in just two or three days.

Even just this one 'slip' technique requires years of hard work for an ordinary person to master.

If he hadn't been personally teaching Lu Mingfei how to hold a gun just two days ago, people would probably have thought he was just acting!

As the offspring of a master of spear techniques, he was naturally no pushover. In that instant, the spear in Zhou Minhao's hand seemed to become 'sticky,' like a venomous snake, slashing towards the ground. At the same time, his knees sank slightly, his waist seemed to transform into a willow, and his body suddenly shifted backward, concealing his strength like a bow, bursting forth with fierce power.

"it is good!"

This time, even the usually strict old general couldn't find any fault with his son. His old eyes were full of satisfaction, it seemed that his son hadn't neglected his spiritual practice all these years.

However, Lu Mingfei's strike was just the beginning.

With a flick of his wrist, he sent the gun tip, which had been pressed to the ground, swiftly retracting. Then, the raging dragon raised its head and shot out like lightning, the blunted tip even producing a whistling sound as it pierced the air.

This thrust corresponds to the "drill" technique in the Zhou family spear technique.

The gun-shaped trajectory seemed to make a clever turn in the air, avoiding the sticky feeling, and hitting the bullseye precisely.

'Ding--'

The two spears clashed, producing a dull thud.

"hiss!"

Zhou Minhao gasped, feeling a slight numbness in his arms. If he couldn't gain the upper hand in terms of technique, a head-on confrontation would be quite difficult for him. Even with some momentum, it still wasn't enough.

But Lu Mingfei wasn't finished yet; after one thrust, he swiftly withdrew.

Another swinging strike landed... followed by another thrust... another strike... another thrust... another strike.

Unwittingly, he also mastered the "Arc Technique" of the Zhou Family Spear Technique. Three arcs form a momentum, nine arcs form a small circle, and eighty-one arcs form a large circle. The surging spear momentum is like a river pouring down and flowing for thousands of miles.

Zhou Minhao's expression changed instantly, and he hastily drew his gun to meet the attack.

However, it ultimately failed to complete the process of forming a great circle at the 81st arc; it was at the 18th arc.
'锵——'

The spear in his hand had already slipped from his grasp and crashed onto the ground of the training platform with a dull thud.

"Hehe... I did my best." Zhou Minhao chuckled dryly and looked at his old man.

He really couldn't take it anymore. These three days felt longer than three years to him. From the first day when he used skill to overcome strength, to the second day when he was outmaneuvered by skill, to the third day when Lu Mingfei combined skill and strength to beat him into a pulp. God knows what he went through.

Back in the day, he was the Wolf of Flame Fist, walking around the Thames in London with only a gun, treating half a Templar squad like dogs!

It seems that Lu Mingfei's next real-world opponent will have to be an old man.

"Phew, just lucky."

Lu Mingfei finally let out a long breath, put away his gun, stood up, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

In fact, he was already holding back. If he had gone all out, he probably could have sent Zhou Minhao flying with a single shot, but there was no need for that.

The repeated bursts of skillful force also put a considerable strain on his muscles. It was as if a warm current was flowing through his body, gently repairing his reddened muscles. This was the recovery ability of an S-class hybrid!

His mind unconsciously began to recall the angle and force of each shot, thinking about areas for improvement. In just two or three days, under intense training, this way of thinking had become instinctive for him.

This kind of learning that truly makes you stronger and is genuinely useful really got him hooked.

His combat power has now increased to '602', and the numbers displayed are much more solid than before. This has nothing to do with the weapon he is holding or with words of power; it is simply the control and application of his own power!

"I... am already an expert!"

With each step forward, Lu Mingfei's confidence grew like a flame. And at this moment,
The old general's roar finally rang out.

"Useless bastard, can't you just let Mingfei have some fun!"

……

In the afternoon, prime gaming time.

As the saying goes, it's time to balance work and rest, or perhaps it's time to pay the price for our learning experience.

After taking a bath, Lu Mingfei, smelling fragrant, headed to the main hall where Nuwa resided, led by the old general.

This process has now become his daily routine.

In the morning, we practiced shooting, boxing, and martial arts.

In the afternoon, I played games with Nuwa.

In the evening, I went to the Zhou family's library to systematically learn about the world of hybrids and dragons.

Including "Gu Long's Illustrated Guide"
The Art of Weapon Forging and Talisman Making
Treatise on External Alchemy
The Cantongqi
"The Complete Book of True Words and Its Practical Application"...

Of course, in addition to the orthodox internal private school classics, there were also the textbooks from the Western Secret Society's Kassel College.
Dragon Genealogy
Introduction to Alchemy
The Key of King Solomon
Alchemy Chemistry...

This is often the most painful time of Lu Mingfei's day. Although studying is not difficult for him, after experiencing the joy of the morning and afternoon, it is really too much of a contrast to enter a focused 'Zone' state in the vast sea of ​​books.

This guy is actually a sports student!

Fortunately, the content was quite interesting, and there was another round of outdoor activities late at night after it ended. All the knowledge and skills I learned always need to be put into practice.

Most of the dragon-related incidents in E'di were handled by the Zhou family, but recently it has become a time for Lu Mingfei to test his learning outcomes.

Of course... there's also a whole bunch of protectors secretly following behind.

The Zhou family is truly sparing no effort in cultivating him into a well-rounded talent.

……

While Lu Mingfei was engrossed in reading,
Beyond eleven time zones,
Kassel College, a suburb of Chicago, Illinois, USA.

Chu Zihang, carrying the village rain in his hand, left the equipment department's maintenance room with a solemn expression.

The "Equipment Department" at Kassel College is actually an abbreviation. Its full name is the "Institute of Alchemy and Scientific Engineering Applications," which sounds very modern. However, because the full name is too long and complicated, people usually just refer to it as the "Equipment Department."

These people's job is to combine science and alchemy and then transform them into practical applications. In theory, their function should be similar to that of the Zhou family's weapon-refining pavilion. However, the two are like tributaries of the Yangtze River, choosing completely different paths in front of the ocean. The Kassel Equipment Department is more inclined to create one-time alchemical artifacts... in short, explosives.

This does not mean that they were not skilled in alchemical tools. On the contrary, thirty years ago, when one of their mentors, Flamel, did not have such a large beer belly, he provided them with quite valuable guidance.

It's enough for them to handle the maintenance needs of some of the wealthy students in the academy who bring their own alchemical weapons.

Chu Zihang brought Murasame to the only maintenance room open to the public in the Equipment Department because Murasame had a problem.

After Nuwa used 'Word of Power: Nuwa' to heal her internal injuries ahead of schedule.

He immediately resumed his ascetic lifestyle.

The enemy is not dead, how can we stand still?
However, when he practiced sword wielding Murasame yesterday, he found that after swinging the sword for a long time, the Murasame did not condense dew on its surface as usual!
This inevitably reminded him of whether the 'Darkening Flame Demon Blade' he unleashed on the overpass a few days ago had caused damage to Murasame himself.

This is a knife left to him by his father, and its value and significance have long surpassed that of the weapon itself.

So he decisively made an appointment with the equipment department, which was known for its 'perverted' nature.

However, the results obtained in the repair shop were not optimistic.

They can't see it.

"Are there any people in the school who know how to make alchemical swords?"

"boom--"

As Chu Zihang was pondering something and heading back to his dormitory, a massive, shadowy figure suddenly appeared from behind a pillar in front of him.

The two collided.

"Ouch!" the man immediately cried out in pain.

The hamburger she was holding fell to the ground.

"Excuse me."

Although he usually appears cold on the surface, Chu Zihang is actually a very polite person. He immediately apologized, put Murasame on the ground, and picked up the hamburgers that were rolling all over the ground with the other person.

"thanks, thanks!"

The person who was hit was a tall and burly young man. If you ignored the greasy hair, his face, buried in a thick beard, could be considered handsome. His eyes, shining like candlelight, were full of longing for food. His dark green plaid shirt and baggy trousers looked like they hadn't been washed or changed in a long time.

With a sturdy, massive arm, he neatly scooped up a dozen or so hamburgers back into his arms, and even had room to use his other hand to pick up Murasame and hand it to Chu Zihang.

However, when he picked up the dull and lifeless knife, his eyes clearly froze for a moment.

It quickly returned to normal.

"Next time you can ask the cafeteria for a bag," Chu Zihang said, taking the bag from Cunyu.

"...Forget about the bag. Those capitalist bastards charged me a cent for a tattered bag, enough to buy a Coke." The burly young man muttered.

Chu Zihang was speechless.

He recognized the person in front of him: Fingel von Frings, the only seventh-year student in the academy—he had failed too many courses and had to repeat a year, and his grade had even dropped to an unprecedented 'E' grade. Compared to Chu Zihang, who was an A grade, they were practically from two different classes.

But the real reason Chu Zihang knew about this person was because he was a complete paparazzi with his own news department.

Last semester, I posted a thread on the school's Night Watchers forum titled "Shocking! The Lionheart Society's Iceberg President had this kind of thing with the beautiful Vice President! Unbearable to look at!"

The "Iceberg President" refers to Chu Zihang, and the "Beautiful Vice President" refers to Su Qian, but once you click in, you realize it's just clickbait; there's no real content inside, it's just a clickbait trick.

Chu Zihang didn't seem to care, but it must have caused the girl a lot of trouble.

"Stop!" Chu Zihang suddenly shouted.

Fingel had clearly remembered this too and was preparing to sneak away.

"Hero, spare your life!"

Fingel clutched the hamburger tightly, his face filled with terror.

"You have offended me."

Chu Zihang calmly stated the facts.

"Hero...hero...why don't you just ignore me like I'm nothing?"

Fingel wore a mournful expression, but then put on a fawning smile: "Two is fine, but three at most... otherwise I'm afraid I won't survive tonight."

Chu Zihang didn't want to listen to his witty banter. "I heard you're very well-informed."

"Please give me your orders!"

Fingel realized what was happening and immediately began to fawn over her.

Chu Zihang nodded slightly, thought for a moment and said, "Help me find out two things. First, besides the Equipment Department, is there anyone in the academy who knows alchemy? Second, help me find out about a person named Olaf Zigurd."

Both of these matters are urgent, especially the latter. Upon returning to Kassel College, Chu Zihang immediately went to the library and, in the name of the Lionheart Society president, inquired about information about the name from Norma's extension.

However, they did not obtain enough valuable information.

He was going to try contacting Fingel again; he'd heard those paparazzi had a lot of influence, and there was no guarantee he wouldn't get something unexpected.

"If the information is valuable, I'll provide you with hamburgers for another month."

Chu Zihang knew that this guy's living conditions were very tight as his rating continued to drop. Today was the cafeteria's "hamburger day," with hamburgers costing one dollar each. This guy bought more than a dozen and would probably have to make several more trips later to feed them for the next few days.

"a piece of cake!"

When Fingel heard that there were other benefits, his eyes lit up, and he immediately freed one hand to pound his chest.

"Tell me as soon as you have any news. You know how to contact me," Chu Zihang said.

"Tomorrow! I will definitely report to you before dawn tomorrow!"

Fingel stood tall and proud, his eyes burning with fierce fighting spirit.

……

Late at night, at the Kassel Central Library, forty meters underground.

The main unit storage location for the super artificial intelligence Norma.

The hard drive light, data flow indicator, and host frequency indicator are all flashing at ten times the speed, and it's getting faster and faster.

A shadowy figure huddled in a swivel chair, hands clasped behind his back, head bowed, his face hidden in the shadows, waiting for all these changes to occur.

Finally, as massive amounts of personality data flooded into the supercomputer, a beam of light shone down from directly overhead, landing in front of the swivel chair like falling snow, revealing the shadow of a girl standing in the center.

The virtual personality EVA was awakened, illuminating her smooth, bluish-gray chin.

“Chu Zihang has been through some things,” the man said, holding the virtual hand.

“He asked me about Olaf Zigurd yesterday,” EVA said, “but he didn’t have the necessary permissions to access information about the Elders.”

"Is this someone from the Council of Elders?" The man frowned.

“I’m not sure, because in my database, there is no member of the Siegfried family of the Senate named Olaf Siegfried.”

"This seems to be a strange problem?"

"I'm not sure," EVA replied truthfully.

"Then I understand..." the man murmured, "Do you think Chu Zihang is the person we've been waiting for?"

　Two in one
　　
　
(End of this chapter)