Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 66
Lu Mingfei's tense shoulders slowly relaxed.

He looked into Neferi's eyes, which were reflecting a faint light. There was no hostility in them, only a pure curiosity of kindred spirits meeting and some indescribable emotion.

Neferi blinked:

"I sensed something back in Stoneville, and now I'm certain. Can you also command storms?"

Lu Mingfei did not give a direct answer, but simply snapped his fingers.

A gentle breeze arose from nowhere, lightly brushing against Neferi's face, causing her hair to flutter.

In the past, Lu Mingfei would never have been able to do such a thing. After countless life-and-death experiences, he has become able to manipulate the storm with exquisite precision.

Neferi's eyes lit up. She leaned forward, her voice tinged with excitement:
"As expected! The storm is flowing through your veins more clearly than I sensed in Stoneville. You're more than just someone who can stir up a gust of wind, aren't you?"

Lu Mingfei was taken aback by the question.

Strictly speaking, he was more like guiding the power of the storm onto his weapon, like wielding a handy weapon.

"Uh... does being able to hit someone count?"

Lu Mingfei touched his nose, feeling that his description was a bit cheap.

“It’s mainly thanks to this thing in my hand,” he pointed to the Storm Knight’s Greatsword leaning against the wooden crate, “and the combat skills I’ve learned.”

"Storm Knight's Greatsword..."

She whispered, her voice filled with reverence for ancient traditions:

"It carries the will of the storm; it is a partner, a guide, and an extension of power. But the storm itself... is breath, the pulsation of blood, and the ceaseless power surging between heaven and earth. It does not exist merely to 'hit people'."

Her tone was calm, but there was no accusation in it.

Neferi's understanding of the nature of storms surprised Lu Mingfei slightly.

He was used to viewing power as a tool, whether it was Word of Power or Storm Combat Techniques, they were all means to fight, defend, and achieve goals. But the storm that Neferi spoke of seemed more like a part of her life, an innate, natural power flowing in her blood.

Lu Mingfei sensed the pride that stemmed from her bloodline in her words. He recalled the expression on Stoneville's face when she first met her and denounced Greck for "tainting the wind," an expression strikingly similar to his own at this moment.

This appreciation for "wind" is something he, a self-taught storm user, lacks.

"I……"

Lu Mingfei was momentarily speechless, and subconsciously scratched his head, revealing his signature slightly embarrassed expression:

"Perhaps... my understanding is not deep enough? After all, I learned from an old knight, and when he taught me... well, he focused more on my survival."

As Neferi looked at his slightly clumsy appearance, the faint smile on her lips seemed to deepen, softening her heroic features.

She stood up, her body, encased in a light half-armor, possessing smooth yet powerful lines, a taut waist and abdomen, and long, supple legs, revealing an untamed beauty.

"follow me."

she says.

Lu Mingfei followed Neferi, bewildered, through the pillars of the round table hall, winding and turning until they finally arrived at an open space. It was spacious, the ground flat and free of clutter, like a training ground specifically for stretching. "Watch closely."

Neferi didn't touch the double axes behind her. She took two steps forward, bent her waist slightly, and placed her fists loosely at her sides, her posture relaxed yet focused.

In an instant, Lu Mingfei clearly felt the surrounding air change. An invisible current, as if drawn by her will, naturally flowed around her, forming a gentle domain. Her hair began to move without wind, her clothes fluttered gently, and she seemed to merge with this flowing aura, becoming one with it.

There were no exaggerated movements, no violent howls. Neferi simply took a step forward, simultaneously delivering a clean and swift hand chop through the air!

call--

A condensed and swift slash tore through the air! The pure power of the storm, compressed by her will, transformed into the sharpest invisible blade.

She stopped, stood still, and the invisible wind around her subsided slowly like the receding tide, as if it had never stirred up any waves.

She turned to Lu Mingfei:

"The storm is a companion, an extension of the will. It responds to the call of blood, and even more so to the purity of the heart. Killing is merely its most basic use. It can blow away filth, and it can also protect what it wants to protect."

Lu Mingfei was somewhat mesmerized. Neferi's effortless and natural control was completely different from his own sweeping and powerful Storm Blade and Storm Feet, which required combat skills and weapons to control. It was more like a state of dancing with the storm, harmonious and natural.

"Weapons are tools."

"But the power of the storm originates from here."

She pointed to her heart, then pointed to Lu Mingfei:
"It also originates from the depths of your blood. I can feel the storm within you... it's violent and powerful, but it seems... to be dormant? Or bound by something? You need to listen to it, not just drive it."

Her words went straight to the heart of the matter.

The storm power within Lu Mingfei's body largely originates from the forced activation of dragon blood and dragon food. It carries an aura of violence and destruction, and is a power that is "borrowed" and "driven," creating a certain disconnect between him and himself.

Neferi's storm, on the other hand, seems to flow naturally from her resilient, pure, and warrior-like heart that protects the weak, forming an inseparable whole.

Lu Mingfei fell silent.

He lowered his eyelids, processing Neferi's words.

The image of myself using Storm Technique flashed before my eyes—the feeling of my blood surging, my power coursing, yet teetering on the edge of losing control. Every swing of my sword felt like an effort to tame the wild beast within me.

Perhaps Neferi was right? His understanding of storms remained at a very superficial level of "using tools".

He subconsciously clenched his fist, trying to grasp the restless power within him.

However, apart from the scorching dragon blood coursing through his body and the violent power lurking deep within, which was difficult to mobilize, he could hear nothing else.

The power of dragons is inherently wild and difficult to tame. Don't you see what's most abundant among the many hybrids at Kassel College?
A killer of embryos and a violent maniac.

Lu Mingfei tried his best to clear his mind of distractions and immerse himself in the darkness within his heart.

He tried to clear his mind, to stop thinking about Grek's giant axe, the shattered armor, and the restlessness of the dragon blood. Gradually, an extremely subtle perception emerged. He "felt" it.

The air was no longer nothingness; it had texture and direction. Like countless tiny streams, it gently surrounded him, rising and falling with his breath.

(End of this chapter)