Dragon Raja: Oh no! Lu Mingfei has been diagnosed with depression!

"Weren't you going to spar? Why are you back so soon?"

Guderian looked at the three men sitting side by side on the sofa. All three remained strangely silent. Caesar and Chu Zihang had gloomy faces, and to make matters worse, the two of them had even changed their clothes!

Especially Caesar!

The original owner of that outfit was clearly not as muscular as Caesar. The size of the clothes was small, so they looked particularly tight on Caesar, like a bodysuit, making his exaggerated pectoral muscles almost pop out.

Guderian's vision blurred, and he began to think of some unpleasant things:

"You guys didn't take Lu Mingfei to some shady place, did you?"

"Professor, you really should see a doctor. Don't think so badly of us."

Caesar let out a long sigh. "And such a short time isn't enough for us to do anything."

"I was just discharged from the hospital..."

Guderian said in a low voice, "But you all seem to be in a rather unfavorable state right now."

"It's not just not good, it's absolutely terrible!"

Caesar looked up at Guderian, pointed at Lu Mingfei, and asked with a serious expression:

"Are you sure this guy is really a hybrid, and not a pure-blooded dragon?"

Why would you have such an idea?!

Guderian was taken aback. "I'm quite certain of that. Mingfei's bloodline is excellent, but absolutely stable. The principal and I both think he has great potential!"

"Is this what I meant? Professor, you don't need to keep emphasizing his excellence. I know just how excellent he is better than you do, which is why I think he's a dragon in human skin!"

Caesar felt that all his understanding over the years had been shattered in this exchange. As the heir to the Gattuso family, pride was ingrained in his bones. Everyone thought he was a born leader, and he also believed he was born to be one. He never looked down on anyone because he looked down on everyone equally.

Even though he was evenly matched with Chu Zihang, his opponent, he had been looked down upon by him because, apart from martial prowess, he had many ways to surpass Chu Zihang.

But now, when facing Lu Mingfei, all the things he was so proud of seemed to have lost their luster. At this moment, he suddenly realized that not everything can serve as a bargaining chip for a person. In the face of such terrifying force, force is an insurmountable chasm!

"So what exactly happened?"

Guderian scratched his head and looked at Chu Zihang.

"We've finished our sparring. Lu Mingfei defeated us with just one move; we didn't even have a chance to draw our swords."

Chu Zihang said calmly, "The clothes were also destroyed in the battle. Caesar was wearing my clothes."

"That's within my expectations. You didn't use any incantations, did you?"

Guderian breathed a sigh of relief.

"We are not about to use our Word Power on a freshman who has not yet awakened it."

Caesar raised an eyebrow. Although his defeat to Lu Mingfei had somewhat dampened his pride, he was not someone who could not accept failure. If Guderian thought that defeat could break him, then he did not understand the meaning of the name Caesar. Defeat would only make him stronger!

He's already considering whether he should go to Japan to study swordsmanship for a while during the summer vacation.

Guderian hesitated, wanting to tell Caesar that Lu Mingfei had actually awakened the power of words, and even a high-potential power like Mirror Eye.

He had heard Nuonuo describe Lu Mingfei's Word of Power, which allowed him to copy the enemy's Word of Power in the instant of battle, and even use it better than the enemy. Even if Caesar and Chu Zihang used Word of Power, it wouldn't pose much of a hindrance to Lu Mingfei. He was just worried that Word of Power would cause widespread destruction and attract some unscrupulous individuals.

Guderian thought for a moment and swallowed his words. There was no need to intensify the pressure on Caesar and Chu Zihang at this time.

"Mingfei, because you haven't enrolled yet and haven't signed any confidentiality agreement, those materials have been implanted with a self-destruct program. You only have 3 minutes to look at them."

Guderian stood up and lowered the projection screen in the room. "I'm sorry I can't let you watch any longer; this is the longest I can manage. If you have any questions during the viewing, you can ask them after the time is up."

"I can testify to that. The Academy's level of secrecy regarding these things even surpasses that of the Pentagon, which is why I'm wondering when the Academy has become so friendly."

Caesar nodded. "Many things will only be open to you once you enroll... Also, I am the president of the student council, and I extend this invitation to you in my capacity as student council president. The doors of the student council will always be open for you. I am one year ahead of Chu Zihang, and I will recommend you to be the new president after I graduate."

He's completely going head-to-head with Chu Zihang. Chu Zihang used the position of president as bait to invite Lu Mingfei to join the Lionheart Society, and he's throwing out the same bargaining chip—the position of president. In fact, his bargaining chip is even more significant than Chu Zihang's because he will graduate earlier, and Lu Mingfei will become president sooner.

Guderian blinked, feeling that something seemed off about how things were going.

"Let me review the materials first. You're the best students in the college, right?"

Lu Mingfei put down the porcelain cup in his hand.

"If you decide to join Kassel College, Caesar and I will only be good students, and only you will be called the best."

Chu Zihang said.

Caesar shrugged, surprisingly not refuting his words.

Guderian was somewhat delighted; he hadn't expected that Caesar and Chu Zihang would actually be willing to cooperate with him.

"Let's look at the information first."

Lu Mingfei nodded to Guderian, indicating that he could begin.

The first thing that appeared on the screen was a grotesque image. The moment Lu Mingfei's gaze fell on the painting, he felt as if he were being pushed away by a tremendous force.

That was the oppressive aura of the painting.

A piercing roar echoed in his head, and everything around him rushed backward. He was no longer in a luxurious hotel room; he was standing on a vast ice field, where white and slightly blue ice covered the mountains that pierced the sky.

Lu Mingfei strolled across the ice field.

The sky was a blood-red hue, and in the midst of a violent storm, groups of people raced across the icy plains, wielding hammers and iron spikes as they charged toward the high mountains.

At the summit of the icy peak, a giant black dragon lay silently, its wings drooping to the foot of the mountain, and thick blood cascaded down the mountaintop like a waterfall.

Lu Mingfei watched quietly as the crowd hammered the iron spikes into the dragon's skull. They struck the end of the spikes with hammers, each strike producing a deafening roar as if chiseling stone. The crowd cheered and shouted, their voices echoing through the heavens and earth.

"The Black King?"

Lu Mingfei watched all this, frowning. "Dead? What a pity."