Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

We must crush it with force!

"Explosive blood!"

He silently recited the taboo word in his mind!

boom!

The shackles within his body were broken, and a dragon blood power far more violent, scorching, and filled with destructive aura than usual erupted from the deepest part of his heart like a volcano, instantly flowing through his limbs and bones.

There was a burst of blood!

Chu Zihang's body temperature rose sharply, and dark red patterns resembling cracks in lava appeared on his skin. The light in his golden eyes was no longer a steady burning flame, but flickered violently like a runaway engine, spewing out terrifying streams of light. An even more primal and violent aura emanated from him.

Strength, speed, and reflexes are all enhanced.

"Roar!" Chu Zihang let out a low roar. He was no longer the calm and self-controlled top student he usually was, but a ferocious beast that had been completely enraged.

The speed increased more than twice as much, and Murasame tore through the air, emitting a shrill, ghostly wail.

One strike! The Deadpool, charging head-on, was cleaved in two, sword and all, the blazing flames even vaporizing the splattered blood and entrails.

With a backhand flick, Deadpool's arm, which had been attacking from the side, was severed at the shoulder, and the alchemical weapon clattered to the ground.

Chu Zihang no longer confined himself to defense, but instead charged into the horde of deadly servants. Murasame transformed into a whirlwind of death, limbs and severed bodies flying everywhere it went. Junyan erupted wildly, turning the entire carriage into a scorching hell. The eerie green light was replaced by blazing fire, and the walls were splattered with charred stains and molten metal.

The Deadpools' silent attack was finally disrupted by this violent power. They tried to surround and strangle them with coordinated attacks, but their formation was easily torn apart by the absolute speed and power difference.

Chu Zihang was like a tiger among sheep; every swing of his blade inevitably took a life. His fighting style had completely changed, filled with a brutal and efficient aesthetic of slaughter, holding nothing back.

A Death Servant swooped down from the ceiling. Chu Zihang didn't even look at it. Murasame thrust upwards, piercing its head. Then, Junyan erupted, blasting it into pieces.

Another Deadpool swung a heavy alchemical warhammer at Chu Zihang, who neither dodged nor avoided it. Murasame slashed horizontally, actually severing the warhammer along with the Deadpool behind it.

His combat uniform was stained with blood, some of it his own, but mostly Deadpool's.

His breathing became heavy, and the power from the bursting blood eroded his sanity like poison, bringing a crazy, exhilarating feeling of destroying everything. But he gritted his teeth and maintained the last shred of clarity with an iron will—he had to live, find his companions, and find his father.

The battle did not last long.

The last Deadpool was cut in half at the waist by Murasame, collapsing engulfed in flames. The entire carriage was as if it had been splattered with blood. The stench of burning, blood, and molten metal mingled together, creating a nauseating atmosphere.

Chu Zihang, leaning on Cunyu's arm, knelt on one knee, breathing heavily. The effects of the sudden blood explosion were slowly fading, leaving behind waves of intense exhaustion and mental fatigue. The wounds on his left arm and ribs burned with pain; the toxins were temporarily suppressed by the powerful dragon blood, but not completely eliminated.

Chapter 188 Fingel's Heroic Debut

Lin Xia leaned against the cold, slippery rock wall, breathing heavily, like a candle flickering in the wind. Her once clean and beautiful face was now covered in grime and tiny bloodstains, and her eyes were filled with exhaustion and barely concealed terror.

Horus knelt before her, and thanks to Guilliman's strange imperial blessing, all three of them were enhanced and even given futuristic power armor as a gift.

Horus's ornate power armor was covered in deep claw marks and dents, with a large chunk torn from his shoulder armor, revealing the sizzling wires and muscles beneath. The power sword in his hand was intact, but its swing speed was noticeably slower, and each parry against Deadpool's pounce was unusually heavy. Several gruesome scratches had also appeared on his once majestic eagle helmet.

Guilliman was in slightly better shape, but only marginally better. His meticulously crafted armor was also riddled with damage, and his breathing beneath the tactical mask was heavy and labored. His explosive gun occasionally roared, blasting the approaching Deadpool to smithereens, but his ammunition was running low. He relied more on his power gauntlets for close-quarters parrying and counter-attacks.

The three of them were cornered in a narrow, dead end. From all sides, shadowy figures—at least sixty or seventy Death Servants—surrounded them. These Death Servants varied in appearance, but without exception, they all exuded a ferocious, bloodthirsty lust. They roared and frantically attacked the three's crumbling defenses with their twisted limbs and sharp claws.

These Deadpools might not be as individually strong as the well-trained ones Chu Zihang encountered, but they were more numerous and more frenzied, like swarms of piranhas that had smelled blood, wave after wave, without end.

"For the Emperor!" Horus echoed Guilliman's hoarse battle cry, slashing down with his power sword and cleaving a charging Death Servant in two, splattering him with thick, foul blood. But this also created an opening, which another Death Servant on the other side immediately seized, its claws slashing towards Horus's ribs.

"Watch out!" Guilliman used his power gauntlets to deflect the claw. The force field on the gauntlets rubbed against Deadpool's claw, creating blinding sparks. However, he was also knocked off balance by another Deadpool's charge, creating an even bigger gap in his defense.

"Word of Power: Hypnosis!" Lin Xia forced herself to stay awake, squeezing out the last bit of her strength to temporarily move a few of the Dead Servants away, but she couldn't hold on for long.

"This can't go on!" Killieman shouted. "We have to break through!"

"Which way do we break through?!" Horus shouted, forcing back the enemy in front of him with his sword. His voice was filled with despair. "We're completely surrounded!"

Looking at the increasing number of distorted and ferocious faces around her, and feeling her almost completely depleted strength, Lin Xia's heart sank to the bottom.

Am I really going to die here, in this filthy, dark underground, becoming one of these monsters?

Just as the defense line was about to completely collapse, and the Deadpool's claws at the forefront were about to touch Lin Xia's nose.

boom!

From the depths of the tunnel to the side, a deafening explosion resounded, and a scorching shockwave, carrying with it debris and Deadpool's severed limbs, crashed over.

A commotion broke out among the Deadpools who were besieging the group, as they all turned to look in the direction from which the explosion had come.

At the end of the tunnel, a tall, imposing figure, dragging a massive weapon that seemed completely out of place with his appearance, walked step by step.

The man had messy hair, unshaven stubble, and was covered in grease and grime, looking like a mechanic who had just run away from a repair shop.

However, the weapon he was dragging in his hand shocked everyone who saw it.

A massive, exaggeratedly large sword, seemingly forcibly modified and welded from large mechanical parts. The blade was as wide as a door panel and nearly two meters long. A terrifying, white, blazing flame, like the core of a steel furnace, roared fiercely on its rough, enormous blade. The intense heat distorted the surrounding air, and scorching waves of air rushed towards you.

"Tsk, so many? Are you in a meeting?" the newcomer muttered, sounding sleepy and languid, his words clearly reaching the ears of everyone present.

Then, he moved.

His seemingly clumsy body unleashed a terrifying speed completely out of proportion as he gripped the hilt of the burning giant sword with both hands and charged into the horde of Dead Servants like a whirlwind.

No skill, no fancy moves, only the purest, most violent power and destruction.

"Get out of my way!"

He roared and swung his burning giant blade with a simple and brutal sweeping motion that devastated the enemy.

"boom--!"

The blazing white flames poured out like an explosion, sweeping out fan-shaped shockwaves of destruction.

It looks like the Junyan Burst from Chu Zihang PLUS version.

The first seven or eight Deadpools were instantly vaporized, decomposed, and turned to ashes under the extreme heat and violent physical impact, without even having a chance to scream. Not even a trace was left.

Wherever the blade touched, Deadpool behind him was hit head-on like by a heavy truck. The sound of bones shattering rang out like popping beans. His mangled body was torn apart and set ablaze by the terrifying force, and he was thrown backward like a broken doll, crashing into the rock wall and turning into piles of burning charcoal.

A single, simple strike cleared out a large area.

The man moved without stopping, like a tiger among sheep. The burning giant sword in his hands was as light as straw, and each swing carried a terrifying power capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks. He chopped, hacked, swept, and smashed, his movements wide and powerful, extremely ferocious.

Deadpool's claws scratched at his powerful muscles, leaving only shallow white marks, not even breaking the skin. If Deadpool were even slightly grazed by the burning blade, he would be either dead or maimed. Flames had an extremely strong restraining effect on Deadpool; once they touched him, they were impossible to extinguish until he was reduced to ashes.

He was like a tireless killing machine, and wherever he went, Deadpool fell like wheat being harvested. Limbs and burning fragments flew everywhere, and the entire tunnel seemed to have been transformed into a furnace of steel and fire.

Lin Xia, Horus, and Guilliman were completely stunned.

Horus's power sword drooped, and his mouth beneath the mask opened slightly. Guilliman even forgot to reload his explosive rifle. Lin Xia's eyes widened in astonishment; such ferocity—whose general was he?

This terrifying combat power, this incredibly ferocious fighting style, this ridiculously exaggerated giant flaming sword.

this person.

How could it be him?!

With a backhand slash, the man smashed the last Deadpool who had tried to ambush Lin Xia into a bloody pulp—literally, a bloody pulp—before stopping and resting the massive blade on the ground. The white flames on the blade slowly subsided, but it still emitted an astonishingly high temperature, scorching the rubble on the ground until it glowed red.

He brushed the sweat-dampened bangs from his forehead, revealing a face that looked somewhat lazy yet exceptionally reliable at this moment. He grinned at the three completely petrified people, showing off a set of white teeth.

"Hey! You guys, are you alright? We're not late, are we?"

"Fen, Senior Brother Fingel?!" Lin Xia finally recognized the face and cried out in shock, her voice changing with disbelief and disbelief.

Chapter 189 It's him? No, it's him!

Fingel von Felins!

A legendary figure known to everyone at Kassel College! But this legend is one of "losers"! A perennial G-grade student, an unofficial member of the equipment department, the king of paparazzi in the news department, famous throughout the school for freeloading, accumulating debts, causing trouble, and being adept at barely passing the minimum grade!

Lin Xia even remembered hearing all sorts of outrageous rumors about this senior when she first entered the university. For example, he handed in a blank paper on the "Introduction to Dragon Clan Family Genealogy" exam just because he fell asleep, and he would help the Equipment Department test high-risk explosives for a whole day just to get a free hot pot meal.

In her mind, Fingel was someone who would wander around the cafeteria with a plate, mooching meals, or lewdly chuckling at his computer screen in the news department office, or someone who was constantly flirting with failing grades.

How could he possibly be here? And carrying such an outrageous weapon? Was that the man who just effortlessly dispatched dozens of Dead Servants like a god of war descending to earth?!

This stark contrast nearly shut down Lin Xia's brain, and her worldview was subjected to an unprecedented shock.

Although Horus and Guilliman didn't recognize Fingel, they were still greatly shocked by Lin Xia's reaction and the terrifying strength the man had just displayed. This seemingly carefree man was definitely a monster with hidden abilities.

"Ah, it's me." Fingel was used to Lin Xia's reaction. He chuckled and walked over, casually patting Horus's still-smoking shoulder armor, almost knocking the kneeling Horus over. "Hey bro, this armor is pretty cool. Where did you get it? A limited edition?"

He then looked at the bomb gun in Killman's hand, his eyes lighting up. "Wow! This thing's powerful! Can I borrow it for a bit? I promise I won't take it apart, uh, I promise I'll return it in perfect condition!"

Killman hid the bomb gun behind his back.

Fingel then looked at Lin Xia, who was still in a daze, and scratched his head. "Junior Sister Lin Xia, right? I remember you, a promising student who got an A+ in Magic Mechanical Design. Stop spacing out, can you move? If you can, hurry up and come with me. This place is very eerie. That little commotion just now might have attracted something even bigger."

Lin Xia finally recovered from the huge shock. Looking at Fingel, who seemed unreliable but was unusually clear-headed, she suddenly understood.

That F-rank loser Fingel in the academy was just a facade. This man's true strength probably far exceeded her imagination!

Her club leader, Lu Mingfei, is currently the only S-rank member in Kassel. It remains to be seen whether he can surpass Finger.

"We...we're alright." Lin Xia took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in her heart, and tried her best to keep her voice from trembling. "Thank you for saving my life, Senior Brother!"

"No problem, no problem, it's just alumni helping each other out," Fingel waved his hand dismissively, but he gripped the hilt of the burning giant sword again, his gaze sweeping into the depths of the tunnel, becoming serious. "Let's go, we need to find those two troublesome guys, Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei, as soon as possible. As for Frilian, she should be able to take care of herself. I sense the presence of something big ahead."

Fingel, carrying the enormous sword that still radiated warmth, walked at the front. His seemingly lazy steps always precisely avoided the pebbles and potholes on the ground, as if he knew this dark labyrinth like the back of his hand.

Lin Xia, Horus, and Guilliman followed closely behind him. The shock on their faces had not completely faded, especially Lin Xia, whose gaze kept drifting towards Fingel's back. He still couldn't reconcile the famous F-class good-for-nothing in the academy with the god-like figure from just now.

According to the club president, Lu Mingfei, Finger is a genius who can sleep from morning till noon.

The tunnel seemed endless, with only the monotonous footsteps of the group and the slight hum of the Horus power armor echoing in the air.

In the oppressive silence, Lin Xia finally couldn't help but speak, her voice still hoarse from the ordeal, "Senior Brother Fingel, uh, may I ask, how did you find us? And how are Senior Brother Lu Mingfei and the others? Where is Senior Brother Chu Zihang?"

Fingel didn't even turn his head, his voice still carrying that lazy air, but if you listened carefully, you could detect a hint of seriousness: "How did I find you? Hey, you guys made such a commotion here, Deadpool was yelling, it was like fireworks, it was hard not to notice."

He paused, then sighed, "As for Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang, damn it, don't even mention them. The teleportation arrays in this godforsaken place are like landmines, one step and you're in trouble. We hadn't been here long when we stepped into one, and we were all teleported to pieces. I don't even know which corner they've been thrown into, whether they're dead or alive, sigh."

I wonder how Master Zhu Mumu and his junior sister Lingdang are doing.

Although she had expected it, Lin Xia's heart still sank when she heard the confirmation with her own ears.

Senior Brother Lu Mingfei, Senior Sister Frillian, and Senior Brother Chu Zihang, although very strong, were no match for this strange place.

“But don’t worry,” Fingel noticed her concern and added, “Chu Zihang is as tough as a cockroach, he won’t die so easily. As for Lu Mingfei, that loser has always had bad luck, he’s probably squatting in some corner eating potato chips and watching cartoons.”

His words were somewhat thoughtless, but they eased Lin Xia's tension a little.

Just then, Fingel, who was walking in front, stopped and raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet.