Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from the Elden Ring

Caesar and Chu Zihang also found chairs and sat down. Chu Zihang glanced at the man in the corner wearing a trench coat with a "Teng Snake" tattoo, "The underworld?"

“Just a thug.” Lu Mingfei shook his head. “I came in to check out this store because it wasn’t crowded. I saw him harassing the staff and gave him a little warning, but I accidentally scared Ms. Aso Makoto.”

"Harassment?" Caesar gave the flashy-dressed thug with a baseball bat at his waist an unfriendly look. The thug seemed to notice Caesar's gaze, looked up to meet his eyes, then immediately looked down again, confirming that the golden-eyed monster's "friend" was also a golden-eyed monster.

After being enhanced by the "Nibelungen Project," Caesar's gaze was no less intimidating than Genjiro's, which is why he was completely immune to Genjiro's "warning" gaze.

“The Japanese branch is monitoring us very closely,” Chu Zihang said, bringing the conversation back on track. “However, the trackers have kept their distance; at least they still have some reservations about the headquarters or the Secret Service.”

“If the Secret Service investigates the situation at the bottom of the sea more thoroughly, this fragile concern will be shattered sooner or later.” Lu Mingfei took out a copy of the document provided by Kazama Ruri and handed it to the two of them. “You two need to brush up on your knowledge. The principal is on his way to Japan. The situation here is a bit more complicated than we thought.”

Caesar and Chu Zihang exchanged a glance, both somewhat surprised. The principal had rushed over overnight after receiving the news, and this "a little more complicated" seemed to be another example of Lu Mingfei's description of the degree.

The tranquility inside the store didn't last long. Before Caesar and Chu Zihang had even finished reading the oldest mythology about the origin of Japanese hybrids, the sound of screeching brakes came from outside. The driver had slammed on the brakes at high speed, the sound filled with a fierce intensity.

“You two take a look at those documents here, I’ll take care of them.” Lu Mingfei stood up, then looked at Aso Makoto and the thug, “You two would be better off leaving through the back door. Don’t resist anyone you encounter; they won’t hurt you.”

Aso and the thug nodded hurriedly, relieved, and made their way around to the narrow passage behind the staff changing room, fleeing without looking back.

At the main entrance of the toy store, a Hummer was parked on the side of the road. All vehicles and pedestrians in the driveway had disappeared. Most of the windows of the nearby buildings were closed. The Sheqi family's dominance in this area even exceeded that of the Metropolitan Police Department. All irrelevant people were asked to leave.

“Genjiro?” Lu Mingfei smiled and slowly walked towards the young man leaning against the car smoking. The young man’s facial features were almost identical to Kazama Ruri’s. The difference lay in their temperaments. Kazama Ruri was graceful and beautiful, like a noblewoman’s hidden sword in her sleeve, while Genjiro was sharp and upright, like a samurai’s long sword at his waist.

Yuan Zhisheng raised his eyes, exhaled a puff of smoke, and silently nodded.

“It seems the Japanese branch has made its decision.” Lu Mingfei stopped and examined the twin swords under Genji’s trench coat. On the lining of his trench coat was an extremely grand ukiyo-e print: the skeleton of a giant lay on the ground, a clear spring flowed through the skeleton’s left eye, from which a naked goddess emerged, draped in her long golden hair and holding the sun in her hands.

The distance between the two was somewhat subtle, a distance at which both could instantly deliver a fatal blow, the only difference being that Genji had a sword while Lu Ming was not empty-handed.

"Surrender now, and I guarantee you'll still enjoy VIP treatment," Yuan Zhisheng said calmly.

"You're a bit more fussy than your brother."

Yuan Zhisheng was taken aback, staring intently at Lu Mingfei's ambiguous smile.

Even before he drew his sword, his restrained aura suddenly revealed its sharpness, and an invisible power spread out from him, his golden eyes igniting as his dragon blood boiled.

"What did you say?"

Just to make up for the day off I took the day before, and also to give an update on my recent situation.

Yesterday was another team-building activity with new colleagues. We've had two team-building activities in four days. It was a bit complicated, but quite interesting.

In our small company, the departmental positions are a bit messy. Previously, each department had a general manager and two supervisors, but no manager. Now, the general manager and one supervisor have left, leaving only one supervisor (the company has two business segments that are similar in technology but very different in process, which is why there are two supervisors).

Our new supervisor arrived today; he was poached from a big company by HR. The newly hired guy, another person who transferred departments, and I were assigned to his team.

That's why there were two team building activities:

Friday's team building event was organized by the remaining supervisor and the general manager of another department who was on good terms with him. They invited people from both departments to a hotel for dinner, followed by karaoke and billiards.

Today's team building activity was a dinner arranged by our new supervisor for the three of us new subordinates. He took us to a restaurant and mainly wanted to give us some inside information.

The former general manager was a leader with real power, and perhaps because of this, the department now needs to elect a formal manager.

The two managers are now in competition. The new manager told us today that the company has contacted him, saying that they will select a manager based on the performance in the next month. However, he also knows that we are just a handful of people, two of whom are new hires and two of whom transferred from other departments. So he told us not to feel pressured and that he does not intend to compete for the position.

He said he came back to retire. He had already built up a house and a car by working hard at a big factory. He came here to take a pay cut and switch jobs because he wanted to be close to home and have an easy job.

……

I wrote the leave request in the taxi last night, but forgot to hand it in. I drank a little alcohol, and went straight to bed when I got home.

Today I only earned 2k because of a meeting. It's a little better than working overtime, but it still takes up a lot of time.

Actually, we had a meeting when I joined the new department. That time, the leader talked about the future of the department (making grand promises). Today, we had a technical exchange meeting for the new supervisor. The common point is that the meetings both start half an hour before the end of the workday... But at least one thing is certain: the current job is indeed easy. I basically don't need to use my brain. It's just a supervisory and guidance function.

In short, updates have been inconsistent since the beginning of this month. This is mainly due to special circumstances such as moving to a new department, having a meeting after get off work, team building activities with new colleagues, team building activities with the new supervisor, and so on. Don't worry about the updates going forward.

Chapter 188 Slash

Lu Mingfei did not answer him, but slowly raised his right arm, and the black blade extended out in the flames, and a slender and long straight sword appeared in his hand.

Yuan Zhisheng suddenly felt a chill emanating from his spine, but he stared intently at Lu Mingfei. The other party clearly did not move or make any unusual sounds, yet this fear of impending death seemed to arise out of nowhere. Lu Mingfei had not even activated his Golden Eyes, so how could he possess such power, so strong that it gave him the illusion?

As the setting sun shone, three beams of light slowly emerged in the air, while Lu Mingfei's figure gradually dissipated. Behind the sword light, a wisp of mist appeared, and within the black mist, Lu Mingfei's figure was vaguely outlined, his body lowered, his arm and straight sword in a sheathed posture.

The attack had already begun, so fast that Genjiro didn't have time to react; only the dragon blood within his body was warning him.

Yuan Zhisheng didn't have time to think about what kind of physical qualities and strength could achieve such an attack. Theoretically speaking, all three swords exceeded the speed of sound, but the sword light was cold and delicate, like spider silk that was faintly visible in the morning light.

After all, he was the future patriarch of the Snake Clan. He had been taught by various sword masters in the family since he was a teenager. He subconsciously calmed down and focused his eyes on Lu Mingfei, trying to find the only killing intent in the three swords. No one could use all their strength in three swords like that. The remaining two swords must be disguises.

He had only a split second to judge the moment; time seemed to slow down countless times. The wind gently lifted the hem of his trench coat, causing the ukiyo-e print to ripple like flowing water. The figures in the painting seemed to come alive, their faces contorted in a ferocious, silent roar. He gripped his sword, drew it, assumed a stance, took a step, and swung it. The blade sliced ​​through the air, and an equally cold arc of light met Lu Mingfei's strike.

Genji felt as if he had struck an iron wall, unable to budge it. Yet, his strike should have been able to cut through the iron wall. Then, the immense force rebounded along the blade. The muscles in his arm, taut from swinging the sword, deformed again, the bones beneath them cracking and popping, the gaps between them suddenly disappearing. With his near-pure-dragon physique, he withstood the blow, then adjusted the blade, gripping it with both hands to defend against one of the remaining two sword beams.

However, as the third slash grazed his body, before the blood could even gush out under the extremely high blood pressure, the flesh and even bone fragments from the wound were swept away by the rapid wind and scattered, leaving a blood-red "ribbon" in the air.

All three strikes were real.

Chu Zihang and Caesar, who were watching the battle through the glass of the toy store display window, could barely see the duel between the two. But to Yabuki Sakura, the executive bureau commissioner, and the ninjas of the Snake Clan, who were further away, the battlefield was just a sudden burst of violent wind, with flashes of light in the smoke and dust, and noise like an electric drill drilling into metal.

In that split second, before the young master's retainer, who was hiding behind the car lighting a cigarette, could even light his lighter, the battle was over.

After retreating eight or nine meters, Genjiro knelt on the ground, one of his twin swords, Spider Cutter, stuck diagonally in place. One of his hands hung limply at his sides, a horrific wound extending from his chest to his shoulder, blood gushing out and dripping down his arm. The ukiyo-e print on the lining of his trench coat was completely stained red with blood.

Lu Mingfei slowly approached the Spider Cutter. The sword had withstood his attack perfectly, its blade shimmering with a cold, azure light. The inscription on the blade read, "The evil spirit lurks in the Spider Mountain at night." He kicked the sword, sending this thousand-year-old demon-slaying blade spinning as it flew towards the disheveled Genji.

"Want to see your brother? Pick up the knife."

Yuan Zhisheng's eyes were bloodshot, half of his vision was immersed in blood red. At this moment, looking at Lu Mingfei's figure standing against the setting sun was like looking at a dark silhouette in a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

He picked up the spider cutter and slowly straightened up.

In just a few seconds, his wound stopped bleeding. As the only remaining emperor among the White King's bloodline, he has thousands of bones like a dragon. These bones can deform and compress blood vessels when necessary, and his regenerative ability is even comparable to that of the next generation.

"Step back."

His golden eyes practically turned into tangible flames as he spoke without turning his head.

Behind him, countless heavily armed execution agents and half-breeds from the Snake Clan immediately stopped what they were doing. They looked hesitantly at the second person in charge of this mission: Sakura Yabuki. The girl had already shed her refined shirt and suit, and was now covered in tight-fitting silk armor. But no one would associate her with the word "sensual," because the straps and gaps of her bodysuit were filled with various metal blades.

"Obey the young master's command, retreat and do not attack." Sakura said, holding the communication microphone to her ear. Everyone involved in the operation heard this order.

The gunmen lowered their weapons, and the armed helicopters that were about to approach kept circling around. Only the sniper on the rooftop kept his gun locked on Lu Mingfei.

Caesar and Chu Zihang, who were in the toy store, almost rushed out, but upon seeing this, they retreated to their "spectator positions".

"This Genjiro is that strong?" Caesar was secretly shocked. "Even though Lu Mingfei was obviously holding back, how could he still stand up?"

“I absolutely cannot withstand those three consecutive strikes,” Chu Zihang said, “even under the condition of a fifth-degree blood explosion.”

"What?! Fifth-degree blood explosion?" Caesar was shocked. His attention was then drawn back to the battlefield. At this level, the outcome of a battle could be decided in an instant. Neither he nor Chu Zihang doubted who would be standing in the end. However, the details of the battle were worth observing. Since the "Freedom Day" training operation, they had not seen Lu Mingfei slow enough for them to see clearly for a long time.

“Lu Mingfei is testing Yuan Zhisheng in the same way he tested us in the day of Freedom… only with a more brutal approach,” Chu Zihang said.

In the center of the battlefield, Genji slowly raised his sword overhead while simultaneously crouching into a horse stance. This was a sword guard position; he was aware that the next attack would be his last chance, a fight to the death.

Neither the members of the Snake Clan nor Chu Zihang and Caesar felt the same sense of oppression as he did when facing Lu Mingfei face-to-face. He was an emperor, and emperors are born to be above all living beings, but in front of Lu Mingfei, he felt like just an ordinary person, or... one of those out-of-control ghosts he had killed.

He had imagined such a battle, like being trapped in a hellish purgatory, but without exception, the imagined enemies were all non-human beings.

Today was supposed to be a routine arrest, sending the "distinguished guest" back to headquarters, finishing Father's war, and then... then he would fly to France, and from then on, have nothing to do with the Snake Clan...

He cleared his mind of all distractions and stopped thinking about it. From the moment Lu Mingfei mentioned Yuan Zhinu, he knew he couldn't escape this matter.

Chapter 189 Run Fast

Rumors circulate among the Hebi-Hachi family that Genjiro studied in the United States, preferred a Western lifestyle, and was out of step with Japan. However, Genjiro was simply carefree and uninterested in the position of head of the rigidly hierarchical Hebi-Hachi family. In reality, he received the most rigorous and traditional Japanese education, including all existing Japanese sword techniques.

Yuan Zhisheng began to walk around Lu Mingfei with a hunched back. The tip of the Spider Cutter trembled slightly, and a faint whistling sound came from his deep breaths... This was an ancient style of killing swordsmanship, and it was also the strongest offensive technique he had mastered.

With his peculiar footwork, he exuded an increasingly strong killing intent. In the sweltering summer heat, anyone who stared at the blade felt a chill pierce their heart.

If the previous slash was merely a full-force attack from the Snake Clan under normal circumstances, then this strike would be the ultimate expression of Genjiro's fighting spirit and bloodlust. He had never imagined that anyone could force him to a state of "nothingness outside his mind," where the world in his eyes was both clear and dim, with only Lu Mingfei's figure standing in the center of the trajectory of the swinging blade.

Heart-Shaped Blade Style: Four Chapters and Eight Phases!

With his breath exhausted, Genji stomped the ground fiercely, his entire body transforming into a phantom. The Spider Cutter was held in front of his chest, and four types of attacks were hidden in this preparatory movement!

The so-called eight phases are eight terrifying visions, including crimson flames, Asura, Rakshasa, and Netherworld. When students learn this forbidden technique, they need to imagine these eight most terrifying visions in turn. The teacher will also assist them. When they imagine crimson flames, a red-hot iron ruler will actually approach their back, making them feel as if they are being burned by raging fire.

Students must pass the test of these eight illusions before they can wield this fierce blade. When this blade is unleashed, killing intent is concentrated on its edge. He doesn't care if he rushes into a furnace or if there are iron nails under his feet.

The so-called ancient killing sword requires the awareness to give up everything. Genjiro is ready to face Lu Mingfei's powerful triple strike. This time he will have no chance to defend himself. He may be cut in half. Even the Emperor's recovery ability will not be able to save him. But that is the killing sword. When you hold the sword, you are in hell.

Lu Mingfei raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised, and whispered something.

With his mind focused, Genjiro subconsciously understood Lu Mingfei's lip movements: "If mass-produced emperors can achieve this level of quality, then Angers will have to retire..."

Yuan Zhisheng had no time to think. In front of him, Lu Mingfei was surrounded by dazzling golden lightning, and the surrounding space was highly ionized. The dust in the air sparkled due to ionization, and thin arcs of electricity occasionally pierced through the air.

It seemed to be the effect of the Word of Power: Indra, but the lightning was golden.

Yuan Zhisheng's perception approached that of some inferior Time Zero users. In his eyes, every arc of electricity on Lu Mingfei's body was clearly visible, the light distorting Lu Mingfei's figure. Suddenly, all the arcs of electricity abruptly brightened and thickened, and the blazing lightning and booming sound finally completely obscured Lu Mingfei.

That sense of impending death resurfaced in his mind, and a bolt of lightning broke free from the storm, shooting straight toward Genjiro.

A bolt of lightning? Is this Lu Mingfei's attack?

Yuan Zhisheng had a vague feeling that something was wrong. This level of lightning couldn't kill him, but the increasingly intense shadow of death almost enveloped his heart.

He ultimately chose to unleash his most powerful strike against the dazzling golden lightning.

His intuition was right. Lu Mingfei's figure emerged from the lightning, raising his black straight sword high above his head, assuming a stance, and then slashing down to meet Yuan Zhisheng's blade.

The blades clashed, creating a burst of dazzling sparks.

Genjiro's mind was as still as water, his muscles undulating like flowing water as he calmly changed the path of his sword. He concealed a hidden attack in the first strike, and the real killing intent was in the second strike, the "Rakshasa Demon Bone" from the "Four Phases and Eight Forms". It was the fastest and bloodiest move in all of Genjiro's attacks.

He poured all his strength into the tip of his blade, his expression tense, veins bulging on his face, yet his complexion was somewhat pale. Lu Mingfei's strike did have some effect on him; although the tightly sealed dragon bone structure allowed him to escape his passive state almost instantly, one-third of his bones had cracked.

It's terrifying. Severing a dragon's bone and cracking a dragon's bone are completely different concepts, and cracking a piece of dragon bone and cracking the emperor's body while it's in the form of a dragon bone are on different levels.

Yuan Zhisheng dared not hold back in the slightest, but what happened next still made his heart skip a beat.

The scene before him blurred, and Lu Mingfei returned to his stance, sword raised high, as if the previous strike had never been made, and it was all an illusion. Yuan Zhisheng even doubted whether he was truly hallucinating. To unleash such a rapid strike, to experience such a powerful recoil, and to adjust one's posture back to a swinging stance in an instant... the only possibility was that the opponent had spared some strength to remain so composed.

The second sword strike.

Lu Mingfei remained expressionless, his pupils reflecting the increasingly ferocious face of Yuan Zhisheng. "Rakshasa Demon Bone" accelerated again, aiming for Lu Mingfei's chest.