Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 184 Power is the reason to be king

The hurricane of the Wild Hunt had not yet ended when the veteran general raised the military flag high. The heavy halberd paused in the air for a few seconds, as if gathering strength, before crashing down!

This strike was powerful and heavy, seemingly with a long wind-up, but in reality, it was extremely swift when it was delivered.

Lu Mingfei had no way to dodge. He held his twin swords horizontally in front of him, crossing them to parry, and had no choice but to take the old general's attack head-on. The immense force came from his wrists; it felt as if someone had thrown a small hill at him!
Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth and persevered. His knees were slightly bent, as if he was about to be forced to kneel down, yet he seemed to be able to hold on.

This heavy slam, imbued with the force of a storm, far exceeded expectations. Had it not been for the enhancement of his power by the Great Rune of Grik and the extraordinary resilience granted by Dragonbone Mode, this strike would have been enough to smash an ordinary warrior into a pulp!
at this time.

Whoosh!
A long halberd, like a dragon, slashed diagonally from the side, aiming directly at veteran O'Neal's side ribs!

O'Neill had no choice but to abandon his struggle with Lu Mingfei and dodge to the side.

Clang——! !

The ear-piercing sound of metal clashing was accompanied by a series of sparks flying!
O'Neill narrowly dodged the blow that could have pierced his kidney and coldly looked at the owner of the halberd.

Ingwell, the Knight Lost in the Land.

"Whether you are alive or dead, your attacks are still just as frenzied and sharp."

O'Neill spoke in a low voice, it was unclear whether he was praising or reminiscing.

Taking advantage of the opportunity created by Ingwell, Lu Mingfei caught his breath slightly and then instantly transformed his block into a fierce counterattack!
With a flash of the sword, it tore through the air, which was filled with crimson decay, and with a whistling sound that could rip through wind and thunder, the two swords slashed horizontally at O'Neill!
"Good timing!"

"Instead of showing fear, O'Neill's eyes blazed with fanaticism. Lu Mingfei's counterattack, a risky move that turned the tide, perfectly showcased his combat instincts and physical prowess."

At the critical moment, the veteran did not try to pull back his heavy halberd; that would be too slow!

He displayed the terrifying on-the-spot reaction of a seasoned general. The old general's burly body suddenly twisted to the left, attempting to avoid the vicious horizontal slash.

At the same time, his left arm, covered in heavy armor, suddenly rose up, bent at the elbow, and slammed into Lu Mingfei's broad sword spine with the hard armor!
clang--

The sword was knocked askew, grazing O'Neill's chest and leaving only a glaring scratch on his mottled armor.

The battle has reached a complete stalemate.

Veteran Shaquille O'Neal fought two opponents alone and held his own against them!
Boom! Clang clang clang!
Huge battle banners fell continuously across the field, and O'Neill's fighting style could only be described as "powerful and heavy." Limited by his aging body, every swing of his halberd seemed to be the culmination of his strength. However, it was precisely this seemingly slow, but actually steady and rock-solid fighting style that firmly restrained the two unruly knights.

Lu Mingfei's twin swords repeatedly tried to break through O'Neill's defense, but the halberd that hovered in the air seemed to always accurately predict the rhythm of his attack, interrupting the twin swords' offensive time and time again. Whether it was "Storm Blade" or "Storm Foot", he could deal with them steadily and break the deadlock with exquisite combat skills.

O'Neill's strength is not much greater than his, but Lu Mingfei's swordsmanship and Storm Flow combat techniques are all from the old knight, and he has not yet reached the point of "surpassing his master".

The veteran was clearly very familiar with his former comrade's tactics, and dealt with them with ease. Coupled with his astonishing combat experience and battlefield reflexes, Lu Mingfei couldn't find a single weakness for a moment!

Lu Mingfei instantly realized that they couldn't continue fighting like this.

Ingwell's halberd, carrying a grayish-white aura, once again pierced O'Neill's throat, but was blocked by the veteran using his flagpole.

Amidst the sparks flying, Lu Mingfei staggered back several steps, his two swords suddenly crossing and plunging into the mud beside him.

Roar--

The roar of a dragon tore through the battlefield, and an illusory mark of dragon blood appeared in front of Lu Mingfei. He raised his arm high, and the power of the dragon's bounty turned into a stream of heat that continuously gathered in his hand, and the majesty of the dragon soared into the sky.

Dragon Offering Prayer - Dragon Claw!

The ferocious, enormous dragon claw tore through the space, and with boundless power, it struck the veteran standing in the arena!

boom!
Caught off guard, O'Neal could only barely dodge the sharp claws, but the violent impact struck in the next moment, pushing O'Neal back several steps and causing him to lose his balance completely!
"Cough!" O'Neill shuddered and vomited black blood, but a smile actually appeared on his lips as he swung the flagpole fiercely toward Ingwell's head:
"You shameless old bastard! You ganged up on me!"

clang! ! !
Ashes of the spirit flew everywhere, and Ingwell's ethereal body was completely blasted apart, returning to ashes.

"It's over, General."

O'Neill felt the cold blade against his neck, and heard the voice of a young knight in his ear.

"kill me."

"You know I can't kill you."

O'Neill's graying eyebrows furrowed sharply, deepening the lines on his face.

"Kid! This is the battlefield! This is my final battlefield! The victor should give the loser the fate he deserves!"

Lu Mingfei remained unmoved.

There was a sigh.

"As a general, I have failed to bring victory to my lord and protect my men. I have no face to live in this world."

O'Neal chuckled self-deprecatingly:
“What kind of general is he without soldiers? Now, I am just a pure warrior. If you respect me, kill me, let me be a warrior…”

"Do not."

Lu Mingfei shrugged:

"In the borderlands, the rule is that strength is the reason for being king. Only the strong deserve respect. You lost to me, so from a warrior's perspective, you don't seem to deserve my respect."

O'Neill was startled, his gray eyebrows rising in astonishment, the Cavaliers' dignity having been challenged like never before.

"I will absolutely not give you the Pure Gold Needles! Unless you kill me."

"You seem to have misunderstood something."

Lu Mingfei's voice was relaxed and nonchalant:

“I don’t know the person who needs acupuncture treatment at all, so I don’t necessarily need to take this thing.”

The sword pressed against O'Neill's neck did not tremble in the slightest. Lu Mingfei looked at him calmly:
"It seems you no longer have the right to decide your own fate."

O'Neill's deeply lined face instantly turned bright red.

The defeated on the battlefield are told they have no right to decide their own end? This is more humiliating than death itself!
"You brat! You—!!"

He roared furiously, channeling his remaining strength into his body as he tried to lift the halberd in his hand.

However, another sword struck his wrist hard, and O'Neill felt a sharp pain as the halberd fell from his hand.

"You should take a rest."

Lu Mingfei muttered:

"You are now my prisoner."

(End of this chapter)