Lu Mingfei is transforming into the final boss.

People always dislike unexpected things.

The same principle applies to Lu Mingfei.

This was completely beyond her imagination.

After all, people don't think about things that have never happened before.

Only by combining the current situation with existing knowledge can the truth be discovered little by little.

She pushed off the ground instantly, and the enormous reaction force propelled her forward, covering a distance of several thousand meters in a mere instant.

The sword slashed out again, unleashing its sharp blade, but this time only the Ame no Habakiri remained; the other sword had vanished without a trace.

He poured all his strength into this sharp blade.

But unsurprisingly, the other party simply made the same move, and her aura was completely overwhelmed.

That was no longer a technical issue, but a matter of strength. She had absolutely no advantage in physical strength, and she was well aware of that.

So this was just a test; she needed to measure just how far her so-called primal physical urges could go.

Neither she nor Lu Mingze were really sure of anything. It turned out that the knowledge of the original world did not apply to this world, so the rules were completely different. The changes in her own life were the greatest, without exception.

If one approaches a battle with the mindset that nothing will change, it is undoubtedly irresponsible towards one's own life, an arrogance so extreme that even one cannot face oneself.

"The same action, but different in intensity. Is the trigger condition my desire to engage in a contest of strength and the characteristics of my application of power?"

Lu Mingfei tilted the sword and skillfully disarmed the sword of the same length to the side. In the instant that both swords were pointing in the same direction, she quickly made herself suspended in the air with a twisting motion. Her slender and long legs twisted and extended rapidly like lightning, pressing down quickly like a guillotine.

But the monster did not retaliate. Instead, it quickly retreated several steps and looked at Lu Mingfei with a violent yet empty expression.

"An expression that's unbearable."

Lu Mingfei frowned; anyone could tell she was very unhappy.

It was a face completely identical to her own; she had never imagined that such an expression could appear on her face—emptiness and loneliness, a look that evoked sadness.

Lu Mingfei is undoubtedly an ice queen beauty, as long as she doesn't speak, but even when she does speak, she is still a beauty.

Her body perfectly embodies the icy, aloof quality, vividly portraying loneliness and sorrow.

"The sorrow of blood is also one of the impulses of the flesh. The primal blood of the dragon, loneliness and a sense of separation are the main themes of the dragon race."

Actually, you're the same way, sister; you hate being alone, you despise loneliness.

Lu Mingze always liked to bring up these kinds of topics and bicker with her. But Lu Mingfei usually ignored her, not because she was cold-hearted, but mainly because she didn't know how to respond.

The girl named Lu Mingfei is actually quite oblivious when it comes to matters of the heart; describing her as an emotional idiot is entirely appropriate.

It's not that she doesn't understand emotions, but rather that she doesn't understand the emotional implications of her actions. Sometimes she does understand, but she subconsciously avoids the actual meaning of those emotions.

"I roughly understand the logic behind the behavior."

She picked up her twin swords again, poised to launch her next attack.

"Ignoring me?" Lu Mingze chuckled softly; she didn't seem to care that much.

This isn't the first time her sister has ignored her; every time, she's been offering her warm welcome only to be met with cold indifference. She's been used to it for thousands of years. In fact, it's more accurate to say that this is how she's gotten used to it.

If her older sister suddenly becomes completely unresistant to her thoughtfulness and clinginess, then she will feel that the situation has changed, she will feel uncomfortable, and she will become a different older sister.

The older sister only needs to be the older sister, she doesn't need to become anything else, and it's best if she always remains her older sister, without any change in identity.

As for that guy, she believed her sister could easily handle him and there was no possibility of defeat. That was the difference between having wisdom and not having wisdom.

"If divine power is used, it becomes unpredictable; it's a very simple conclusion," she said calmly, stating her opinion.

Lu Mingfei drew both swords simultaneously, which were caught in the same way, but unlike last time, she used the power of her divine authority to make the swords appear ethereal, passing through the conceptual armor also made of alchemy.

This is not a power from the same source, and the root of this power is not in the original blueprint deep within Lu Mingfei's soul, so it cannot be learned.

The body is driven by the impulses of the soul, a fallacy arising from the absoluteness of the soul. Even if the actions can be exactly the same, the effort exerted is different.

Lu Mingfei had already confirmed this. Following her line of thought, the next step would be to try to pierce the knife herself, but that was impossible.

The body has no authority, only the most immense and simple violence.

Unless the knife is broken.

However, the power of supreme beings of the same rank cancels each other out, and no one can use the power and strength belonging to a supreme being, so it is impossible to break her sword.

The Heavenly Feather Blade slashed precisely into that slender, white neck, which looked so delicate and fragile. If she were still the same person, she would never have been able to bring herself to do it.

But she is not the same person she used to be.

The moment the Ame no Habakiri pierced the neck, dragon scales emerged from the tiny, almost imperceptible wound.

Resisting the blade's intrusion, the rapid growth driven by a strong will to survive regenerated flesh and blood, actually squeezing the blade out of the cut.

Lu Mingfei immediately abandoned the idea of ​​continuing to cut with the blade, pulled it out, and kicked to create distance between herself and her opponent.

Regardless of power, in terms of physical strength alone, she is not much different from ordinary high school girls, and is even weaker than most high school girls. The one she showed Fujimaru Ritsuka was written by herself.

She wrote it with the idea that she could easily reach that level by using the power of words and authority.

However, without the use of words and authority, any trained girl could subdue her and render her immobile.

Of course, she wasn't stupid. Why not use what she could use? It's like having a brain but not thinking.

In fact, if she had used divine authority, she could have used even more force to embed the blade into that beautiful neck.

There were other reasons why she didn't do that.

"That regenerative power... it's activated passively even from the slightest injury?" She gripped the knife, her beautiful golden eyes fixed on the increasingly abstract entity in her eyes.

If it weren't for the primordial blueprint of the soul constraining its form, she would find it hard to imagine what this thing would ultimately look like.

"The principle of 'rejection' extends even to the act of being harmed. It allows for super-fast regeneration, capable of forcibly squeezing the Ame-no-Habakiri out of flesh and blood."

The sight made her head tingle. It wasn't that she was contradicting her previous views or that she felt physically uncomfortable doing it to herself, but rather that watching the flesh and blood grow on her neck made her feel nauseous.