Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 17 Slaying the Dragon!

As descendants of the ancient dragons, wyverns, despite losing their rock-like scales, high intelligence, and ability to control wind and lightning, possess an extremely strong capacity for adaptation and reproduction. They can be found in various environments, including the Corruption Plains, Ice Plains, waterholes, and Radiant Stone.

Since dragons have been reduced to a race akin to powerful beasts, do they still need to mate and reproduce?

Lu Mingfei had no idea.

But he still resolutely swung his greatsword, using the combat technique "arrow step" to drive the blade, and slashed fiercely at Akiel's crotch.

The dragon let out a deafening roar. The howling sound, like thunder and a hurricane, pounded against Lu Mingfei's eardrums like drumbeats and needles. The roar was filled with pain and rage.

As for shame, perhaps dragons no longer exist.

With lightning speed, Yakir swiftly turned its massive body, its strong and sturdy tail whistling like steel bars.

The counterattack was so fast that Lu Mingfei didn't even have time to adjust his stance before he was hit squarely by the whip.

Lu Mingfei felt as if all the bones in his body had been crushed in an instant.

click-

A clear cracking sound rang in his ears; his breastplate caved in, and several ribs broke. He was flung away like a rag doll, crashing heavily onto the rocks on the lake shore before rolling into the shallows.

The icy lake water poured into my mouth and nose, and the stench of blood spread through my mouth and throat.

"cough"

Lu Mingfei struggled to climb out of the water, spitting out a mouthful of blood. The intense pain blurred his vision, but the light in his golden eyes shone even brighter.

That was the dragon's blood boiling, the dormant power within being awakened by the threat of death.

The bloodline of the dragon race is ultimately a combination of power and strength.

The old knight's steady and peaceful cultivation could not make Lu Mingfei aware of the power of the source, but bloodshed and violence could.

Lu Mingfei recalled that feeling.

When he nailed the orcs of Famyazra to the rock wall, his blood boiled with ecstasy—that was the source!

"That's fucking awesome!"

He grinned, revealing a mouthful of teeth stained red with blood.

Lu Mingfei took out the Holy Grail bottle and gulped down half of it.

Upon seeing the elusive and hateful little ant and distancing itself from it, Akiel angrily opened its dragon head, its scorching breath brewing in its throat.

At this moment, Lu Mingfei's mind was exceptionally clear.

Instead of hiding behind the rocks, he charged at the dragon with his sword in both hands, the whistling of the blade louder than ever before.

The vertical flames finally shot out, and Lu Mingfei rolled on the spot, directly moving to the side of the dragon's head.

He had already discovered that when the dragon breathes fire, it doesn't pause at all; there's a long, stiff pause from the moment the fire is released until it stops.

Lu Mingfei ultimately failed to extinguish all the flames. The armor on his right hand was scorching hot, and the skin on the inside was torn and bleeding. But so what?
He suddenly swung the greatsword in his hand, feeling his blood boiling, and his golden eyes blazed with a molten gold light!
A violent gust of air suddenly gathered at his side. Scattered sand and lake water were swept into it, forming a swirling wall of wind that forcefully cleaved a gap in the gushing dragon flames.

cut!
The greatsword slashed upwards, slicing open the dragon's scaled head, and hot dragon blood gushed out.

Using the momentum from the first strike, Lu Mingfei spun and leaped into the air. A storm gathered on the blade, then cleaved down vertically like a falling bolt of lightning. Akiel's still-open dragon jaws were severed and tilted at an angle by this strike.

The condensed storm erupted on the sword, transforming into a spiraling hurricane. With the third strike, it completely pierced the dragon's throat.

Lu Mingfei heard the crisp sound of scales shattering, the howling of the storm, and the dying cry of the dragon. Then, silence.

Yakir's massive body crashed to the ground, splashing water everywhere.

Lu Mingfei knelt on one knee beside the flying dragon's corpse, panting heavily. His armor was charred and deformed in many places, and his hands holding the sword trembled slightly from exhaustion.

But after kneeling for only a moment, Lu Mingfei, who was eager to show off, scrambled to take off his armor and threw it into the lake to cool off, in order to prevent himself from being roasted alive in this iron can.

He drank the last drop of dew, letting his exhausted body lie down in the lake. Feeling the water still warm with dragon flames, Lu grinned and smiled.

"I actually killed a dragon!"

He grinned foolishly, feeling as if every bone in his body was protesting, yet he felt inexplicably happy.

He recalled how he and Fingel had awkwardly hid in the swimming pool when Constantine woke up, how he was half-dead during the 'Project Bronze' training, and the dragon that had disemboweled Nono at the bottom of the Three Gorges.

He recalled the words, "Lu Mingfei, can you please stop dragging our class down?", the fight he got into after being humiliated, and the chores he had to do for the other person, and his uncle, aunt, and his chubby cousin.
Everyone says that Lu is a good-for-nothing, but today he single-handedly, with his own life, slaughtered a dragon!

"I can't believe I actually think it's a good thing to have traveled to this world," he muttered self-deprecatingly. "I must have lost my mind because of the dragon flames."

"Next time I see that Emiya guy, I'm definitely going to brag to him about it."

Lu Mingfei laughed heartily. But as he laughed, he sighed.

I never knew I could be this strong.

It wasn't through charity; it was through real, hands-on training. Although the process was excruciatingly painful, the feeling of having one's destiny in one's own hands was invaluable.
"It's delicious."

Lu Mingfei sprang up from the water with a somersault and shook his wet hair.

"Brother Yakir, thanks for the sparring."

He gave the dragon corpse an awkward, inappropriate knightly salute:
"But I'll gladly accept your heart."

Lu Mingfei crouched in front of the dragon corpse, dagger in hand. He took a deep breath and plunged the dagger into the softest crevice of the scales on Akir's chest.

He muttered to himself as he cut:

"Sorry, buddy, remember to wear iron shorts in your next life, so no one will steal your crotch."

The dagger sliced ​​through the tough dragon hide with a sickening sound. The dragon's chest cavity was deep, and Lu Mingfei had to reach his entire arm inside to feel around.

When his fingertips touched the organ that was still throbbing faintly, he yanked it sharply—

puff!

A red heart, the size of a pumpkin, was ripped out.

Lu Mingfei stared at the alien heart, and lines of text resurfaced in his mind:

"The result of the dragon hunt—the heart of a dragon."

The strange object, mixed with gravel, still pulsated.

Offerings required for a ceremony called "Dragon Feast".

Swallowing this on the altar will allow you to acquire the dragon's power.

Her appearance was terrifying and savage, yet also incredibly beautiful.

(End of this chapter)