Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 111: Turning My Remains into Fire

Two figures, one in silver and one in black, clashed and fought fiercely amidst the flickering blue flames of the tomb! Both being powerful individuals who revered strength and offense, what erupted between them was a war devoid of any frills, leaving only the most primal bloodshed and violence!
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
The dense, torrential hammer blows slammed into Lu Mingfei's Storm Greatsword, which was being parried across the ground, exploding into bursts of dazzling sparks!
The immense force sent numbness through his arms and caused the hard stone slab beneath his feet to crack inch by inch.

However, despite seemingly being completely suppressed by the Gravekeeper's unparalleled double hammer, designed specifically to deal with plate armor, Lu Mingfei effortlessly defused all the deadly threats.

In stark contrast, Lu Mingfei displayed a berserk swordsmanship with the two greatswords in his hands.

Every parry and counterattack, every silver arc of light, landed without hindrance on the Gravekeeper's defenseless, bulging body!
In just a brief exchange, several wounds of varying lengths and depths, revealing the bone, had already appeared on the tomb guardian's bronze skin. Dark red blood seeped from the torn flesh, flowing and dripping down his steel-like muscles, blooming into glaring, bloody flowers on the bone-strewn ground!
The gravedigger completely abandoned defense, pouring all his strength into every hammer blow, determined to utterly crush the powerful intruder before him. Blood droplets flew off with his frenzied movements, and the mad fighting spirit in his eyes rose higher and higher.

"We cannot be suppressed!"

Lu Mingfei felt a chill run down his spine.

He knew that if he were to fall into a passive position in this pure clash of strength and speed, even the Dragon's Body would eventually have its defenses breached.

"Roar!"

A low roar mixed with the sound of a dragon's cry squeezed out from Lu Mingfei's throat.

boom!
Centered on him, a visible vortex of air suddenly exploded, the instantaneous burst of force disrupting the Gravekeeper's relentless, frenzied attack, forcing him to pause for a few seconds.

The battle between the strong can be decided by the smallest of margins!
Lu Mingfei abandoned his defensive stance, his feet slamming into the ground, and he moved forward like a silver meteor, his Storm Greatswords flashing like lightning as he charged forward!
scoff-

The sharp greatsword easily sliced ​​through the tough flesh and embedded itself deeply in the gravedigger's waist.

"Uh-"

The gravedigger let out the most piercing howl since the start of the war. The howl was so agonizing that even the flickering, dark blue flames trembled.

But the pain did not break him! Instead, it was like adding fuel to a fire, completely igniting the last vestiges of ferocity in his life!
"Roar!"

The boastful roar resounded once more, shaking the surroundings. The warrior, fueled by the last vestiges of power ignited by his combat technique, strained his weakened body, his momentum like thunder—

Huh, huh——

He swung his arm, and with the clanking of the chains, the giant hammer, accompanied by a terrifying whistling sound, slammed straight toward Lu Mingfei's chest!
Lu Mingfei's reaction was lightning fast; his Storm Greatsword, used for a cross-parry, blocked the double hammer blows at the last second. But this time, the overwhelming force far surpassed any previous one!
A terrifying shockwave exploded instantly!

boom!
Damn it, I'll give it my all!

Lu Mingfei's eyes flashed with dragon-like might, and he let out a low, equally wild roar.

Stormblade!
puff-

The sword, wreathed in grayish-white energy, struck the fighter. The sharp wind blades slashed wildly at his exposed bronze muscles, instantly tearing his body open with dozens of gaping wounds, some so deep that the white bones were visible.

The fighter finally couldn't hold on any longer.

The hammers slipped from his hands and slammed into the ground with a heavy thud. Blood gushed from the gaping wound in his waist like a fountain, quickly staining the ground crimson.

The fighter was breathing heavily, with blood foam constantly gushing from his mouth and nose with each breath.

He struggled to sit up, but the massive blood loss made his movements difficult. The furious fighting spirit in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a deep weariness and relief. Lu Mingfei slowly straightened up, also panting heavily. Fine black scales covered half of his face. He looked at his struggling opponent, a sense of respect rising in his heart.

This is a warrior, a warrior who longs for a glorious and exhilarating finale.

He stepped forward, raising the Stormsword steadily in his right hand, its tip pointing towards the Gravekeeper's chest.

"Rest in peace, warrior."

Swish!
The Gravekeeper's body jolted violently before completely relaxing, his proud head drooping limply to one side, the last glimmer of light in his crimson eyes extinguished.

Lu Mingfei stood silently before him, the tip of his sword lowered, crimson blood slowly dripping down the spine of the blade.

He had faced demigods and witnessed Grek's terrifying power capable of tearing the heavens and earth apart. To be fair, this battle was not particularly difficult in his career.

but……

This was the first time Lu Mingfei had ever encountered a "mortal" who relied solely on his flesh and blood, without divine favor or special means of power, but solely on his honed bones and will to push his strength and combat skills to such a level.

As our ancestors said, we should not underestimate the heroes of the world.

Lu Mingfei extended his armored fingers and gently touched the fighter's eyes. A faint light flashed from his fingertips, and the runes contained within the fighter's soul were forcibly extracted and merged into his body.

Very few.

The energy surged in, but only caused a ripple. For Lu Mingfei at this moment, this amount of runes was merely a drop in the ocean.

"That's a bit of a loss."

Lu Mingfei withdrew his finger, looked at the lifeless corpse in front of him, and muttered something under his breath.

He then shrugged and turned his gaze to the depths of the tomb's main hall:

"Well, hopefully the legacy of the late Ingwell will be worth the price of admission."

bass! bass!
Two clear, melodious sword sounds rang out.

With a flick of his wrist, Lu Mingfei cleanly and neatly sheathed the two blood-stained greatswords back into their intertwined sheaths on his back. He no longer looked at the corpses at his feet, and walked straight through the tomb hall, which was now a mess, cracked and bloodstained from the fierce battle just now, toward the gnarled and twisted golden tree roots that exuded an aura of death.

He looked up, his golden pupils reflecting the withered bones and mummies hanging from the tree roots, tightly entangled, pierced, and suspended by the thick roots.

The distorted posture and empty eye sockets created a blasphemous and eerie scene.

An absurd thought involuntarily arose in Lu Mingfei's mind:

Could this be what they call returning to the tree?
Burying the remains of the deceased under tree roots, allowing the soul to be "transferred" along these roots?
It looks really weird.
"This thing looks exactly like the Divine Tree," Lu Mingfei rubbed his chin, a hint of disgust on his face. "I've watched Naruto."

　Two more chapters to go~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)