Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei, Starting as a Seeker of the Law

Chapter 98 Bronze and Fire

"Professor, is it going to rain today?"

Selma looked up at the sky, which had suddenly darkened.

Thick, leaden-gray clouds surged in from all directions, pressing low down on the river surface, as if the entire sky were about to collapse.

A muffled rumble of thunder came from afar, not from the clouds, but rather like a roar from the depths of the earth.

"The college's weather forecast didn't say there would be heavy rain today?"

"You think this is raining?"

Without turning his head, Mans Rundstedt retorted, his eyes fixed on the data flashing on the tablet screen in his hand, and without looking up, he uttered a sentence that sent a chill down Selma's spine.

"Go back and retake 'Dragon Alchemy'."

"But I graduated with an A grade in alchemy!" Selma retorted defiantly.

"Then why did you ask me such a stupid question?" Mans finally turned his head, his eyes full of seriousness.

He handed over the tablet in his hand, which displayed a real-time satellite weather map.

"Now, using your A-level alchemy knowledge, tell me what this phenomenon is?"

In the image, the normally regular atmospheric circulation is now exhibiting a chilling anomaly.

Centered on a certain point in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River, the clouds within a radius of hundreds of kilometers seemed to be stirred by an invisible giant hand, forming a huge, swirling vortex. The edges of the vortex were eerily clear, and all the clouds rushed madly toward that coordinate as if on a pilgrimage.

Directly below those coordinates, beneath the surface of the river, lies the Bronze City they had previously left.

"Take a look at this." Mans poked the screen hard with his finger.

"Do ordinary rain clouds 'line up' and crowd towards one place like this? Do they distort themselves like this?"

Selma stared at the weather map on the screen, which seemed to be forcibly shaped by some kind of will, and felt her throat go dry.

"This is...

...Elemental turbulence?

"more than."

Mans put the tablet back down and turned his gaze back to the increasingly turbulent river.

"It's a regional celestial phenomenon caused by the forced convergence of high concentrations of the four elements within a very short period of time." When a powerful dragon appears or displays its power, it creates localized abnormal weather. Didn't the book teach you that?

Selma opened her mouth, but no words came out.

She had learned about it in the textbook, but she never imagined that the seemingly insignificant "abnormal weather" would be so—magnificent and unsettling in reality.

Selma turned around, and the sky where they had come from had completely darkened.

An ominous dark red began to emanate from the center of the cloud vortex, like a slowly spreading bloodstain. There was no lightning, but the air was filled with the heavy smell of ozone and a faint, acrid odor of burning metal.

Professor Mans's voice sounded behind her.

"Now you see Chapter 72, Section 3 of a textbook, titled 'A Case Study of Celestial Phenomena Accompanying the Awakening of Dragons.' The third line of the text reads: 'Such phenomena are usually short-lived and have a limited range of influence, and can be regarded as geological and atmospheric residual signals of dragon activity.'"

He snorted coldly, took out his camera, and snapped a picture of the celestial phenomenon. "The guy who wrote that chapter clearly has never seen what the real 'Dragon King' looks like when he wakes up."

"The blood of every king must end with the sword."

"Brother, when you return to the world, all the traitors will die."

In the empty Bronze City, Lu Mingze's voice echoed in Lu Mingfei's ears, again and again, like a prayer chanted for thousands of years in a temple.

Until—

"Are you ever going to stop?"

Lu Mingfei couldn't help but speak, his voice filled with helplessness, like a bucket of cold water poured on the blazing epic atmosphere.

He even raised his hand to rub his ears, as if there really were some persistent mosquitoes buzzing there.

"The fight hasn't even started yet."

He turned his head to the air beside him and spoke, his tone full of undisguised disdain.

"You're just going to stay here, all you traitors deserve to die!" — Doesn't it feel awkward to recite that line so early in the morning? The audience hasn't even entered yet.

The hall was silent except for the faint sound of molten liquid dripping in the distance.

A few seconds later, Lu Mingze's voice came again.

"It's the atmosphere, brother."

He cleared his throat, trying to regain that distant and heavy tone, "With a powerful enemy at hand, a fateful duel, there always needs to be some... necessary groundwork and announcement. That's style."

"I think you have class," Lu Mingfei retorted.

"————You really have no sense of ritual at all."

"We can talk about this kind of shabby ritual later."

Then, Lu Mingfei looked up at Old Tang in front of him, his eyes filled with coldness.

He had thought that the fully awakened Dragon King would descend in some ancient, majestic, or even inhuman form, such as a half-dragon body covered in scales, but he never expected what appeared before him.

It just so happens to be Old Tang's face.

Was Norton the mastermind behind it all?

"How is it?"

Lu Mingfei met those molten gold eyes, his voice as cold as a blade tempered with ice.

"Would you rather be dignified and commit suicide to save everyone the trouble, or do you insist on fighting to the death and then being killed by me?" He paused, the tip of his knife slightly raised.

"If you have any last words, you can say them now."

Looking at the person in front of him, Norton did not speak. He simply stretched out his hand indifferently, and the Dragon King's authority flowed from his hand.

With his five fingers spread wide, it was as if he were grasping an invisible rudder.

The next moment, the entire bronze hall came to life.

The cold, heavy walls around them groaned, their surfaces softening and melting instantly. Molten copper, as if alive, peeled off from the walls, rose up, and floated in mid-air.

Hot liquid metal is rapidly cooled, stretched, and shaped in the air.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye!

Hundreds of bronze swords materialized out of thin air.

Each blade gleamed with the cold light of newly forged steel.

They hovered densely behind and above Norton, their sword tips all pointing at Lu Mingfei.

Word of Power: Sword Control.

Lu Mingfei recognized this ability. He had also acquired this ability from the dragon blood essence of the two dragon servants he had encountered before.

But the scene before him was completely different from all his previous sword techniques.

The metal fragments he could manipulate were at most sharp "hidden weapons," but every one of Norton's creations was a metal weapon.

In an instant, he used his will as a furnace and his authority as a hammer to directly recast the materials of the Bronze City into weapons exclusively for him.

And most importantly...

The bronze city itself is Norton's ultimate alchemical masterpiece, forged using the four elements of "killing" as materials.

Each weapon reforged from these materials naturally carries the "death" characteristic of the elements; each one is an alchemical weapon!

This is no longer just about manipulating metal.

This is----

"Words of Power: Heaven and Earth as a Furnace"

The true manifestation of the legendary Bronze and Fire King's authority.

One uses heaven and earth as a furnace and will as a forging hammer to forge all things into forms that conform to one's will.

Hundreds of gilded bronze swords trembled in unison, emitting a deep, dragon-like hum, and then transformed into hundreds of bronze-colored torrents of death, tearing through the air and crashing towards Lu Mingfei from all directions!

Before the sword even arrived, its sharpness was already almost touching his skin.

Lu Mingfei let out a soft breath.

"That's spectacular!"

He spoke softly, as if praising a firework display that had nothing to do with him.

"only----"

An invisible alchemical domain unfolded, and several runes flickered on Lu Mingfei's body, strengthening his physical attributes to the maximum extent they could withstand.

"Too slow."

Time, in his perception, suddenly became viscous and sluggish.

After absorbing the complete Dragon Servant Origin, his "Time Zero" had already broken through its previous limits and stabilized at the theoretical limit of hybrid races recorded by the Secret Party—fifty times the speed.

The passage of time has become a slow, silent film.

Lu Mingfei made a move.

There were no fancy turns, no unpredictable footwork. He simply took a straight step forward.

This step allowed him to leap over the torrent of bronze swords and appear directly in front of Norton.

Norton's molten gold pupils contracted slightly.

He didn't even have time to react.

The clear, bright light of the Myriad Laws Soul-Splitting Blade, like a sharp blade cutting through paper, left a straight silver line in the air.

It sliced ​​through Norton's abdomen, cleanly and decisively severing the bronze-colored body in half.

Lu Mingfei appeared behind Norton, the tip of his knife pointing diagonally at the ground.

"As expected," he shook his head with a hint of disappointment, his tone knowing, "you can't cancel this 'word of power.'"

To be honest, he had already mentally prepared himself for "time zero" to be instantly nullified.

According to intelligence, the power of words is practically child's play for beings at the Dragon King level. The Dragon King has absolute control over the elements and can easily "kill" or "dispel" the elemental basis upon which hybrids rely to cast their words.

Only swords and the clash of pure power can harm or even end the Dragon King's life.

Just as Lu Mingze said before, those who possess the blood of a king will inevitably perish with the sword.

However, it is clear that Lu Mingfei's ability can no longer be considered a simple word spirit; he uses the World Tree's supernatural powers to activate his word spirit.

Rather than calling it the power of words, it's more accurate to say that it has become a completely new "thing".

It is similar to the power of words in its form of expression, can also trigger extraordinary phenomena, and is also driven by the individual's "will".

But in their most fundamental essence, they are completely different entities.

"Aren't you going to say anything?"

Lu Mingfei spoke, looking at the half of Norton lying on the ground.

That face, identical to Old Tang's, remained expressionless. There was no fear, no anger, not even the turmoil of someone facing death.

He simply looked at Lu Mingfei with his molten gold eyes, uttering two extremely faint syllables from his throat: "Heretic."

The next moment, without any warning, chanting, or gestures, it was as if an invisible valve within Norton's broken body had been completely turned open, and a certain balance was instantly shattered.

Rhine.

Once the Dragon King realized that he could not win by conventional means, he had already made his choice.

Almost at the same instant he realized the other party's intentions, Lu Mingfei had already made his move.

Instead of retreating, they're advancing!

"Same choice as me."

The blade flashed faster than the expanding, blazing white light at that moment!

It's like cutting a fuse that's about to burn out, slashing into the core rhythm of destruction.

The expanding light suddenly stopped!

The destructive rhythm experienced an extremely brief dissonance. It was as if a crucial note had been forcibly ripped from the most exhilarating movement of a raging symphony.

That's the stagnation.

Lu Mingfei's figure approached like a ghost, and the second real strike was already unleashed—this time, the target was Norton's head.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no all-consuming flames.

Only the faint sound of the head rolling to the ground and the rapidly dimming and dissipating intense white light remained.

Rhine was abruptly halted on the verge of exploding.

The King of Bronze and Fire, is dead.

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