Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

They went down to the second floor, through a corridor filled with thick smoke, and ahead was the back door leading to the side courtyard. As long as they could get out, even though there were still sporadic fires and the encirclement of the Snake Clan outside, it was better than being trapped and dying in this coffin-like building.

However, when she was less than ten meters from the back door, Frillie suddenly stopped.

She pulled Sakurai Kogure behind her, leaning forward slightly in a guarded posture.

A black figure slowly emerged from the smoke ahead.

He walked steadily from the other end of the burning corridor, the hem of his long black overcoat fluttering in the hot wind. In his hand, he carried a long, unsheathed sword, its blade gleaming with a cold, bluish luster, clearly visible even in the thick smoke and firelight.

The source is childish.

His expression was calm, showing little surprise, but his deep eyes were fixed on Frillie, sharp as knives.

"There are still rats." His voice wasn't loud, but it pierced through the roar of the flames and came through clearly. "And... they're not ordinary rats."

His gaze swept over Frilian's strange combat suit, over her silver hair and emerald green eyes (the mask did not completely cover her eyes), and finally landed on her fingertips, which faintly shimmered with an icy blue light.

"A mage?" Genji raised an eyebrow slightly, uttering the word. "Someone from Kassel College? Or... Flamel's private army?"

Frillie did not answer.

She simply adjusted her breathing slightly, shielding Sakurai Kogure even more tightly behind her, her right hand hanging at her side, and ice-blue light threads began to silently gather and weave between her fingers.

"Get out of the way," Frillian said, her voice carrying a metallic quality through her mask, "or, fight."

It's very direct, without any roundabout methods.

Chapter 581 Frilian VS Genji (Part 2)

Yuan Zhisheng smiled, but there was no warmth in his smile.

"You stole my people on my turf, and now you expect me to step aside?" He slowly raised the Spider Cutter, the tip pointing at Frilian. "Kassel College's reach is too far."

The moment the words left his mouth, Yuan Zhisheng came to life.

It wasn't a sudden charge, but a more bizarre way of moving—his figure blurred slightly in place, and in the next instant, he appeared three steps to the left of Frilian. The spider slashed out a chilling arc of light, directly slashing at Frilian's right hand that was holding the spell!

Words of Power: Moment

Increasing one's speed to several times or even more than that of an ordinary person in an extremely short period of time is one of Genji's most frequently used and deadliest incantations. Combined with his superb swordsmanship, it is enough to kill an opponent before they can even react.

however--

"Ding!"

A crisp, light sound, unlike the clanging of metal.

The Spider Cutter's blade was blocked by a suddenly appearing, semi-transparent, ice-blue hexagonal light shield three inches from Frilian's wrist. The light shield was only the size of a palm, but it was exceptionally solid. When the Spider Cutter struck it, it only stirred up a ripple and could not advance an inch.

Yuan Zhisheng's eyes narrowed.

It wasn't a spell. There was no dragon chanting, no obvious energy burst, and not even many warning signs. The defense appeared too quickly, too precisely, as if... it had been waiting there all along.

At the same time, Frilian's left hand moved.

She didn't even look at Genjiro; her left hand moved swiftly through the air like she was playing a piano. Five almost invisible, icy blue threads shot out from her fingertips, not towards Genjiro, but towards the ceiling and walls of the corridor behind him.

"Bound".

Recite it softly, not in dragon script, but in more ancient and simpler syllables.

The next second, the structure of the corridor behind Genji underwent a bizarre change—the burning wooden beams suddenly twisted and stretched, like living tentacles; the cracked brick fragments on the walls rose into the air and combined with each other; even the fuel flowing on the ground was pulled by an invisible force and turned into sticky ropes.

All these "miscellaneous items," guided by the icy blue silk threads, instantly wove into a chaotic and deadly net, enveloping Yuan Zhisheng from behind!

This is not an attack, but a restraint, an interference, designed to create an opening for escape.

Genjiro snorted coldly, his body twisting to the side with incredible flexibility, while the Spider Slash spun around, the blade flashing like a wheel!

"Whoosh—chatter!"

Burning beams were chopped down, bricks were shredded, and fuel was forced away by the wind from the blades. With the power of the Word of Power: Moment, Genji displayed extraordinary destructive force and reaction speed, instantly tearing a gap in Frilian's meticulously laid binding net.

However, this caused him to hesitate for a moment.

For Frillie, that moment was enough.

Her right hand, which had been hanging by her side, finally completed the weaving of the incantation.

There was no earth-shattering display, no dazzling light. Only beneath her feet, a circular magic circle, two meters in diameter and composed of countless fine ice-blue runes, suddenly lit up and then quickly dimmed.

At the center of the magic circle, space subtly distorted, and light refracted abnormally, as if there were an invisible layer of water ripples there.

"go!"

Frilian grabbed Sakurai Kogure, who hadn't fully reacted yet, and leaped toward the center of the magic circle.

"Want to run?!"

Genjiro's pupils contracted. Almost at the same time as Frilian's movement, he switched the Spider Cutter to his left hand, and his free right hand formed a sword with his fingers together, the tips of which faintly glowed with a dark golden light—that was the extremely concentrated power of dragon blood.

He pointed sharply at Frillie's retreating figure from afar!

Words of Power: Royal Authority!

It was not its complete form, but rather a highly compressed and concentrated "royal" power. The invisible, heavy domain crashed into Frilian's back like a meteorite, suppressing even the burning flames in its path, and causing the air to explode under its immense weight.

If this blow lands, it will be enough to flatten steel into a pancake.

However, just as the power of "royal authority" was about to touch Frilian—

Her figure and Sakurai Kogure's figure disappeared into the distorted space at the center of the magic circle.

Like a pebble thrown into a deep pool, the two vanished instantly.

The power of "royal authority" slammed into the empty space, blasting a deep crater into the remaining traces of the magic array and the floor below, sending debris flying everywhere.

The distorted space, after engulfing the two, quickly calmed down like ripples on water and disappeared without a trace.

Only faint, icy-blue light fragments remained in the air, along with a faint, strange fluctuation that did not belong to the Word Spirit system.

Genjiro remained standing in the same spot, maintaining the gesture of pointing his finger.

In the burning corridor, only the roar of flames and his own slightly rapid breathing remained.

He slowly withdrew his hand and looked down at his left shoulder.

There, a clean slit was cut in the black trench coat. The shirt underneath was also torn, and a thin line of blood was slowly seeping from the skin.

It wasn't a cut left by a spider.

Is it...the wind? Or something sharper?

Yuan Zhisheng remembered. In that instant when he tore through the binding net and his movements faltered, it seemed that several extremely fine, icy blue threads, like living venomous snakes, bypassed his blade and silently attacked his vitals. He instinctively dodged, but one of them still grazed his left shoulder.

At the time, my attention was completely focused on Frilian's escape and the "Royal Power" strike, and I didn't notice this insignificant wound immediately.

Only now did the pain become clear.

It was very shallow, not even a minor injury.

But Genjiro knew very well that in that high-speed exchange of blows, his opponent was able to simultaneously unleash escape magic and manipulate environmental constraints while also managing to launch such a precise sneak attack...

This is not “insignificant”.

This is a warning. It's a display of effortless skill. It's a silent declaration of the gap in strength.

If the opponent wanted, that strike could have been deeper and more lethal.

Yuan Zhisheng stood silently in place, letting the blood slowly seep out from his left shoulder, staining a small patch of his shirt red.

Flames burned around him, and the heat distorted the air.

But he felt a cold, unprecedented heaviness.

Magician...

Flamel's power...

And then there's Sakurai Kogure, who was rescued...

The matter did not seem to end with the burning of the Paradise Palace.

On the contrary, a more complex and dangerous undercurrent has begun to stir.

He put away the Spider Cutter, turned around, stepped over the burning ruins, and walked towards the exit.

He felt a slight stinging pain from the wound on his left shoulder, but he seemed not to feel it.

Only in those deep eyes did complex thoughts surge.

Tonight, he burned down the Paradise House and wiped out the largest stronghold of the Demon Clan in Kanto.

But it seems that some... more troublesome things have also been let go.

And that silver-haired mage, and her serene yet chillingly calm emerald eyes...

Genjiro had this name deeply imprinted in his mind.

Frillie.

Or, she may have other names.

But in any case, they will meet again.

Next time, I won't let her leave so easily.

Genji walked out of the burning building and stepped back into the cool night air.

Down the mountain, Crow and Cherry were anxiously looking around. When they saw him appear, they visibly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly went to greet him.

"Boss! Are you alright? A huge section of that building suddenly collapsed just now, we thought..." Crow stopped abruptly mid-sentence, his eyes fixed on the wound on Genji's left shoulder, "You're injured?! Who did it? Was there an ambush inside?!"

Yuan Zhisheng did not answer the barrage of questions.

He raised his head and looked towards the night sky in the southeast.

That's Tokyo Bay, the deep sea, the direction of the burial site for the gods.

It is also... the place where all mysteries and storms ultimately converge.

"Return to base." Genji withdrew his gaze, his voice regaining its usual calm. "Clean up the scene and confirm casualties. Also..."

He paused.

"Notify the intelligence department, top priority: investigate a silver-haired, green-eyed woman who is suspected of using abilities outside of the Word of Power system. Code name... tentatively set as 'The Mage'."