A man among dragons, building a mysterious ancient church.

Chapter 184 The Battle Royale Begins, This Trap Looks So Familiar
"Heh." Angers wasn't blind. Seeing the alliance of Han Gao and the others heading into the mountains in different directions, he understood: "It seems you're not all of one mind."

This is not nonsense?
Henkel was too lazy to answer, not wanting to waste his breath.

How could they possibly be of one mind?

The Dragonbone Cross is only so big. Even if we manage to seize a portion from Kassel, how the various factions will divide it up next is still a problem.

This contest is not just about pressure on Cassel to produce the Dragonbone Cross, but also a competition among various hybrid factions to divide the spoils.

The pie is divided according to ranking; whoever ranks higher gets a bigger slice.

The law of the jungle has always been an unspoken rule in the mixed-race community.

Not to mention them, even Kassel College is the same. Don't you see that Kassel students even differentiate between early and late arrivals on the trains entering the school based on their lineage?

Henkel, the old cowboy, turned to look behind Angers: "Kassel students, aren't you going in?"

"Could it be that you're scared?"

Angers didn't even turn around, he just raised his hand and waved it behind him. The students who had already been invited by the principal to have afternoon tea went into the mountains one by one.

Caesar and Chu Zihang are naturally included, as they are definitely among the current students. Chen Motong and Su Qian, the best friends, are also quite capable and will naturally have spots as well.

Fingel originally felt that he was too old and not considered a young person.

As a result, Angers said that if even outstanding former graduate Genji could play, Fingel had to play too, so he was also included.

In addition, about thirty outstanding mixed-race students from all grades other than freshmen were also included in the team by Angers.

The reason why no one from the first year went in was because the 'strongest' S-class student among the first year took the initiative to find Principal Angers and confessed the power of words.

This kind of battlefield medic's incantation is very suitable for post-match treatment. Angers, who had been contacted by Lu Mingze early on, still gave up testing Lu Mingfei and left him outside.

They claimed it was to facilitate post-war medical treatment for their classmates.

In addition, Ling, a freshman with an A-level bloodline and who was a month late for the start of the semester, did not participate in the competition. Instead, he quietly followed behind Lu Mingfei to avoid any accidents.

Lu Mingfei was both worried about his senior brothers and sisters and relieved, as he followed Angers into the tent area.

With so many people present, it was impossible for them all to enter the luxury tents. They could only disperse around the area, watching the various electronic monitoring screens.

The thirteen companies in North America are quite professional in implementing this system. They not only set up screens all around the camp, but also installed three huge screens in the middle, with dedicated personnel responsible for switching between monitoring points and zooming in on the playback.

"So fast!"

"Is this person... Genjiro, my former senior?"

"Isn't this outrageous? Is his Word of Power a fleeting moment?"

Following the discussion, Lu Mingfei looked up and saw that the big screen was showing footage of Yuan Zhisheng rapidly climbing the mountain.

Genjiro is similar to a ninja in Japanese anime; with a few light leaps from treetop to treetop, he can jump a great distance forward.

They don't talk to you about so-called human science at all; their graceful movement through the forest is comparable to the light-footed skills in martial arts dramas.

He sprinted like the wind, unlike the other competitors who conserved their energy, and soon reached a relatively flat and open area on the mountain.

Genji looked around, casually picked a large rock, lay down on it, and waited for his opponent to arrive.

He had previously scouted the area and found that this was the only way up the mountain; the rest of the route was too steep to be suitable for climbing.

Genjiro believed that a determined opponent would most likely prefer a showdown on the mountaintop, so he would stay there and defeat all his enemies.

There's no need to waste energy climbing so high.

Of course, it wasn't just Genjiro; people from other factions had also scouted the site beforehand. The thirteen North American families even planted surveillance equipment, making them extremely familiar with the location.

No one will think it's unfair. If we really want to discuss it, you've been operating in Kassel for over a hundred years. If you haven't figured out the surrounding terrain, you can only blame yourself and not others.

"Hoo." Yuan Zhisheng lay on the big rock, lazily watching the white clouds drifting across the sky, lost in thought.

It's been almost a month since I left, and Sakurai Takashi has reported back that Erii has returned home on time. This time, I should probably spend some time with her.

The Dragon Bone Cross, I must get my hands on it.

If, as legend has it, the Dragon Bone Cross can truly be used to greatly enhance the strength of hybrids, then is it possible to use the Dragon Bone Cross to cultivate another rational emperor for the Snake Clan?
Then he can be free?
No longer needing to go against one's conscience to manage the Snake Clan and keep busy with this and that, but instead able to follow one's heart's desire and sell sunscreen on a nudist beach in France.

The other factions, who witnessed Genjiro's manipulation of the Kassel students through surveillance, had no idea what he intended to do.

Why rush so much at the beginning, only to find a place to sleep halfway through?
Is this person feigning weakness to lure others in?

"One look and I've got him hooked. I've inquired around; that's the Snake Clan, oh you don't know? He's the head of our Japanese branch's executive bureau. How could he be a rookie?"

"Wait a minute, people from our Kassel branch? Then why are they surrounding us?"

Lu Mingfei barely listened to the noisy discussions around him, staring at the screen. For some reason, he seemed to sense a kind of loneliness in Yuan Zhisheng that was similar to his own.

Wait a minute, am I lonely?
Lu Mingfei shook his head violently, realizing that there was something wrong with his thinking.

It was true that I was quite lonely before I came to Kassel, but after coming to Kassel, with Senior Brother Finger's all-round knowledge-shaping popular science, how could I be lonely?

Fingel really took good care of him. Whenever he encountered something he didn't know, Fingel would immediately launch into a long explanation, often leaving Lu Mingfei speechless.

Not to mention, occasionally Chen Motong and Su Qian would come over for a chat, although they mostly asked about Chu Zihang's high school days.

Not to mention his senior brother Chu Zihang, who took good care of him during missions and taught him a lot about the working style and experience of the Execution Department.

There's also Caesar, who invited him to join the student council and throws pool parties every now and then, with champagne and bikinis.

Why is he paying attention to this guy instead of his senior brothers and sisters?

Lu Mingfei quickly changed positions and observed the surroundings. Finally, he spotted a familiar face, Chu Zihang, on the screen in the northeast corner.

"Senior Brother Chu... what are you doing?" Lu Mingfei felt something was wrong the more he looked.

In the scene, Chu Zihang appears as if he were a son of the mountains and forests, familiar with the mountains and forests as if they were his own backyard, even though he had never been there before.

They could find whatever they wanted without even looking, and then use the various things they found to create all sorts of simple and crude traps.

"No, senior brother, we're here for a practical competition, not a hunting contest," Lu Mingfei muttered to himself as he looked at the monitor.

I didn't understand at all why my senior brother had to set traps all the way, and I couldn't figure out where Chu Zihang learned this hunting skill from.

Perhaps this is the wisdom of my senior?

Shaking his head to confirm that Senior Brother Chu was safe for the time being, Lu Mingfei started wandering around again, wanting to find other senior brothers and sisters.

Soon he spotted a blond-haired guy—no, he was referring to Caesar, the student council leader.

As expected of a noble young master.
Unlike Chu Zihang, who wore a Kassel school uniform, Caesar's attire for the competition combined practicality with symbolic status.

A Tyrolean felt hat adorned with feathers, a concealing olive green Norfolk jacket, and classic double pleats, belt, and shoulder paneling—all these elements combine ease of movement with a touch of sophistication.

As an Italian nobleman, he chose wide-legged riding breeches paired with leather leggings for his lower body, followed by high-top lace-up hunting boots.

Overall, he resembles a handsome nobleman on a medieval hunting trip.

The problem is, this is a competition, not a real hunt!
Lu Mingfei slapped his forehead in pain. In front of him was his senior brother Chu Zihang, who had transformed into an old hunter and was setting traps, and behind him was his senior brother Caesar, a magnificent hunting noble.

Among all the senior students he knows, isn't there a single reliable one?!

In the scene, Caesar takes out his pocket watch to check the time and releases the Word of Power: Kamaitachi to continuously survey the surrounding situation.

Having a Kamaitachi is like having a human-shaped self-propelled radar.

After confirming that there were no lurking enemies around, the debonair Caesar put away his pocket watch, picked up his beloved Dick Studded hunting knife, and slowly walked forward.

Caesar knew about the surveillance equipment surrounding him, and that many of his senior and junior sisters were watching him.

Although none of these senior and junior sisters were Chen Motong, whom he liked, it didn't matter; he still needed to maintain his gentlemanly demeanor... Suddenly, his feet lost their footing, and Caesar plummeted downwards at high speed.

"Boss Caesar!" Lu Mingfei exclaimed, only to find it was a false alarm. It wasn't an enemy they had encountered; Caesar had simply fallen into a trap after taking only a few steps.

Well, it was a simple little trap, basically a shallow pit up to the knee, with some wooden splinters buried inside, but it couldn't pierce Caesar's specially made tall dragon-hide hunting boots.

However, Lu Mingfei blinked strangely. Why did this trap look so familiar?

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