Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 30 Norton
Lu Mingfei pulled the ancient box off his back, stroked its outer shell, and tried to find the switch to turn it on.

The water surged, and the phantom of the Dragon King was rapidly approaching.

"Above the box."

Lu Mingze's voice came from somewhere.

"Above the box?"

Lu Mingfei decisively reached out.

A groove.

With a "click," as Lu Mingfei pried open the hidden metal plate by using the groove, the internal components slid out with a clear, resonant sound, spreading out in a fan shape.

The seven swords range from heavy swords shaped like horse-slaying sabers, to curved-blade yatkan longswords, to elegant straight-bladed swords, and even short swords only the length of a forearm.

This set doesn't look like it was forged two thousand years ago at all. Aside from the intricate and profound patterns, look at the dark golden light on the blade, the concise lines of the blade and the mechanism that completely houses these seven swords. It's as exquisite as the movement of a mechanical watch.

"It would be great if it had the shape of the Storm Knight's Greatsword."

Lu Mingfei thought to himself.

"But even mixed-race people here wouldn't dare to use that kind of exaggerated style, right?"

Following Lu Mingze's suggestion, Lu Mingfei placed his hand on the single-edged horse-slaying sword that looked most like "Rage," and was also the largest and heaviest.

"I've never used a two-handed sword before."

Lu Mingfei muttered to himself.

"The old man never taught me either."

He exerted a little force.

bass!
A long-handled, sharp blade, about 1.5 meters long, was drawn from its sheath.

That's a really good knife.

Lu Mingfei couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

The material was superb, the blade beautiful, and a glint of cold light seemed to flow across the edge. It was completely different from the weapons he used to pluck from the dead all day in the border region.

If Norton heard Lu Mingfei compare his best masterpiece to standard weapons, he would probably spit out a mouthful of blood.

How can you even compare them?

That was a dragon-slaying weapon he painstakingly forged, a peerless divine weapon that he used to kill all his brothers and sisters, all for the sake of one dragon and one handle!
dong dong!

dong dong!

A heartbeat could be heard from the still water.

Lu Mingfei initially thought it was because he was too nervous, but the next moment he realized the source of the problem.

The knife in his hand is alive!

A soft humming sound emanated from the blade, which, amplified by Lu Mingfei's extraordinary "sensory perception," sounded like a heart beating inside.

"how come?"

he murmured.

"This is a sword imbued with spiritual attributes, so of course it's alive." Lu Mingze's soft laughter echoed in his mind.

The icy river water seemed to freeze, not because of the low temperature, but because of the invisible pressure emanating from the horse-slaying saber named "Rage" in Lu Mingfei's hand.

The blade gleamed with a cold light, its hum like a heartbeat, each pulse drawing the attention of the colossal creature in the distance. Norton, the Dragon King, King of Bronze and Fire.

Its massive, bronze-scaled dragon body was faintly visible in the murky river water, with lava-like blood flowing from its wounds—scars left by storm torpedoes.

His enormous, vertical pupils, a molten gold, pierced the darkness and locked onto Lu Mingfei.

Or rather, they locked onto Lu Mingfei's "rage".

"Brother, He has his eye on you."

Lu Mingze's voice rang out again, tinged with a hint of excitement amidst his mockery.

"The awakening of 'wrath' is the greatest provocation and threat to Him."

“Go, with the authority I have given you, and show Him what you have learned there.”

Lu Mingfei did not respond to the little devil's clamor.

He slowly ignited the flame in his chest, and fine black scales began to emerge.

The power of the Dragon's Feast flowed, leaped, and surged through his veins like joyful magma!

"The gathering!" (Infinite Magic)

—Lu Mingze's "secret technique" took effect again, and the Dragon Feast Fire and the source of the Word Spirit within his body instantly became abundant and surging, with no more worries about depletion!

"No glues!" (Mute)

—An invisible domain suddenly expanded from Lu Mingfei's center, forcefully suppressing any dragon-script spirits that Dragon King Norton might unleash!
He writhed violently, but could not break free from the binding force.

Roar!
Norton let out a deep, painful, and furious roar, not a chant of dragon runes, but a pure, enraged, and instinctive howl like a wild beast.

The enormous dragon's body churned the river, charging straight in with overwhelming force! Its massive claws tore through the water, aiming straight for Lu Mingfei's head!
Stormy foot!
Lu Mingfei suddenly stomped towards the bottom of the river!
Even under immense water pressure, the power originating from the Storm Knights' core combat technique erupted! A violent circular vortex instantly exploded, forming a temporary "waterless" zone centered on him! The shockwave, mixed with the power of the storm, slammed into Norton's outstretched claws!
This was Lu Mingfei's attempt to combine "dustless land" with "storm." And now it seems, the results are remarkable!

Boom!

A dull, loud bang exploded underwater.

Norton's giant claw was forcibly deflected, and the torn air currents, carrying mud, scattered wildly in all directions.

The Eye of the Wind King!

A more powerful hurricane gathered and erupted behind him! No longer used for propulsion, it transformed into a raging cutting blade!
The compressed, high-speed airflow, like an invisible giant blade, combined with the power of "summoning a storm," slashed fiercely at Norton!
scoff-

The water was forcibly cut open, and Norton's most powerful dragon-slaying weapon, forged by himself, tore apart his own dragon body. Dragon blood gushed out like a lava fountain, instantly boiling the surrounding river water!

Roar--! ! !
Norton let out a agonizing roar that shook the riverbed, and his massive dragon tail swept across like a collapsing mountain! The sharp bone spikes swept in with terrifying pressure.

Lu Mingfei did not hesitate at all.

Stormblade!
The Storm Rider's signature move was replicated in the form of "Storm Horn" on the cleaver he wielded, which was called "Rage".

This is a massive wind blade imbued with the power of a primordial storm! He gripped the hilt tightly with both hands, spun around, and swung it out in one fluid motion!
A condensed blade of light, wrapped in a destructive hurricane, tore through the high-pressure water wall and slammed into the sweeping dragon tail!
clang--

It was clearly a clash between a sword and a dragon's tail, yet it produced a sound like metal striking metal!
Lu Mingfei's hand was split open, and blood instantly stained the hilt of the knife.

He was thrown backward by the force of the impact, crashing heavily onto the rocks at the bottom of the river, sending shards of rock flying.

Lu Mingfei coughed up a mouthful of blood, feeling pain in every part of his body, from head to toe.

Sure enough, these long-tailed creatures love to swing their tails all day long—Akir, the Omen Demon, and even Norton!
The "Rage" hummed violently in his hand, greedily absorbing the blood flowing from Lu Mingfei's tiger's mouth.

The blade became scalding hot, and the heartbeat-like pulse became clearer and stronger.

A violent, ferocious will, seemingly capable of burning everything, surged into Lu Mingfei's body through the hilt of the sword, creating an astonishing resonance with the boiling Dragon Feast power within him!
(End of this chapter)