Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

"too slow."

Angers twirled the twin swords in his hands, the blades drawing cold arcs in the hazy light.

“After leaving Kassel College and leaving my ‘supervision’, you have not made any progress.”

"It's actually gotten slower, Aga."

He raised his head, his gaze seemingly transcending time and space, landing on Inuyama He's horrified and furious face through the layers of swords surrounding him.

"really."

"A petty thug will only ever be a petty thug."

Having said that, Angers stopped looking at Inuyama He upstairs; the other man was no longer worth his attention. He began to move slowly and methodically, taking off his sharp suit jacket and tossing it to the ground. He loosened his tie, then ripped it open. Then, one button at a time, he unbuttoned his shirt.

Everyone held their breath, wondering what he was going to do.

When Angers took off his white shirt, revealing his well-built upper body.

"hiss--"

Gasps of astonishment echoed through the silent Tamamo-no-Mae hall! Whether it was Inuyama He, Ryoma Genichiro, and Miyamoto Shio upstairs, or the dancers and koto players surrounding him downstairs, or even the trembling waiters hiding in the corners, everyone stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief and shock.

On Angers' back is a complete, grand, and grotesque ukiyo-e print.

The "tiger's head" and "yaksha's face" that spread to his wrist were actually just a tiny part of this masterpiece.

On his broad back, vermilion and indigo stained colors intertwined and splashed, forming a picture scroll resembling a hellish transformation. Countless hideous yakshas and demons, along with equally ferocious and bloodthirsty striped tigers, were frantically fighting and tearing at each other amidst the raging fire clouds.

The war between the Kingdom of Yakshas and the Kingdom of Tigers is the embodiment of extreme ferocity and chaos.

The yakshas, ​​with their blue faces and fangs, wielded iron hammers crackling with lightning and burning steel forks, emitting silent roars; the tigers, on the other hand, roared deafeningly, their sharp teeth and claws tearing through the air as they pounced and ripped. They gripped each other's throats, destroying one another in the most primal and violent way.

The killing intent was depicted vividly, as if one could hear the terrifying symphony of clashing metal, tearing flesh, howling demons, and roaring tigers all mixed together. The intense, overwhelming ferocity and fighting spirit almost broke through the skin's restraints and permeated the entire space.

“The violence and evil of all realms.”

In the underworld, this is the highest-ranking tattoo in legend. In the past, only the patriarch of the entire yakuza organization was qualified to have this tattoo on his back. Compared to it, the "Able to Fight Enma" tattoo on Inuyama He's back, which he was once quite proud of, suddenly seemed inferior, like a child's scribbles.

Angers slowly moved the muscles in his shoulders and back. With his movements, the demons and tigers on his back seemed to come alive. The rise and fall of his muscles brought out the lines of the tattoos, making the fighting demons and beasts even more lifelike, baring their fangs and claws, as if they were really about to break free from their restraints and descend to earth.

"You," Inuyama He's voice was dry and trembling, "haven't you removed this tattoo yet?"

He recalled that many years ago, when Angers was about to leave Japan, he had subtly suggested that it was inappropriate for him, as the principal of Kassel College, to have such a violent gangster tattoo.

Angers turned his head, glancing at Inuyama Kazuichi upstairs out of the corner of his eye. His voice, clear and cold, echoed in the deathly silent hall, "Why wash it off?"

He paused, his tone filled with undisguised, condescending disdain: "This is proof of my identity in Japan."

"It reminds me, and it reminds everyone—"

"In the summer of 1948, in the Japanese underworld."

“I, Hilbert Jean Angers, am the most majestic one.”

His gaze, like a cold blade, sliced ​​across Inuyama He's instantly pale face:

"And you, Ahe."

"Back then, your position was nothing more than shining my shoes."

The last sentence, like a final verdict, carried a chilling and humiliating tone: "What a useless student."

Even those involved in organized crime.

"It's just this kind of mediocre level."

“Ahe”.

"You really think I'm a teacher?"

"How embarrassing."

"Inuyama-kun!! This is not the time to be angry!!" Miyamoto Shio struggled out of extreme shock and fear, rushed out of the broken doorway of the Japanese-style room, and shouted hoarsely at Inuyama He, who was trembling and almost out of control by the railing due to extreme humiliation and rage.

Chapter 593 Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

Inuyama He's composure snapped completely under Angers's ultimate insults: "useless student" and "just a shoe shiner." Rage, like molten lava, instantly shattered all his calm and calculations, filling his mind, scorching his nerves, leaving him with only the silver-haired man standing in the center of the dance floor, bearing the wrath of all worlds.

There was no time to consider the consequences, no time to consider the occasion, and even Ryoma Genichiro's urgent "Inuyama-kun!" was blocked from his hearing. The golden light in Inuyama He's eyes burned like an out-of-control flame. He drew the white paper fan from his waist, which he always used to tap his palm and symbolized the authority of the head of the family, and threw it with all his might toward Angers in the center of the dance floor.

*Snap!* *Thud!*

The moment the white paper fan spun through the air, it triggered an invisible switch.

Inside the Tamamo-no-Mae Club, all the main lighting fixtures—crystal chandeliers, wall lamps, and spotlights—went completely and uniformly extinguished at the same time, without warning. The sudden darkness, like the throat of a giant beast, swallowed all light and outlines, leaving only a brief afterimage on the human retina and pupils that dilated instantly.

But the darkness lasted for less than half a second.

In the next instant, countless laser beams, hidden within the building's structure, suddenly illuminated from all directions. Crimson, indigo, pale green, and bright yellow—countless slender and sharp beams, like frenzied spiders, intertwined, collided, and swept across the darkness, forming a bizarre and dazzling web of death.

The beam of light cut through the air, illuminating the swirling dust and the horrified, distorted faces of the people.

Next came a double storm of sight and sound.

Above the dance floor, a huge projection device was activated, violently projecting blazing flames, as if they came from hell's lava, onto the entire roof and surrounding walls! Rolling tongues of fire, exploding sparks, towering pillars of fire... it was so realistic that you could feel the heat wave hitting your face and your skin stinging.

The entire space transformed into a raging inferno.

At the same time, a powerful subwoofer system hidden in various corners of the building unleashed its accumulated, volcanic-eruption-like sonic waves onto the center of the dance floor.

The low-frequency roar was like the heartbeat of a giant beast, while the high-frequency tearing sound was like the howling of ghosts and wolves. They mixed together into an indiscriminate sonic tsunami, which made people's eardrums ache, their hearts pound, and even the crystal glass floor under their feet trembled slightly.

In this environment of light, shadow, and sound, a sensory bombardment of ultimate destruction.

"kill!"

A clear, murderous female voice shouted in unison, drowning out the roar of the sound waves.

The golden dancers, who had been poised to pounce, surged forward like ignited powder kegs, transforming into streaks of golden light as they charged towards Angers in the center of the dance floor from all directions. The gleaming daggers in their hands reflected a ghastly, chilling, and terrifying light under the sweeping laser beams, like a sudden rain of death.

Almost simultaneously, on the second-floor staircase, the koto players also moved. They shed the gentle grace of their earlier performance; their long, ink-black hair flew wildly as they charged, like the unrestrained, flowing strokes of a calligrapher's brush dipped in thick ink on rice paper. The replica "Kikuichimonji" swords in their hands sliced ​​through the air, accompanied by a piercing shriek.

At this moment, all the classic cutting techniques in Japanese swordsmanship were brought to their ultimate expression.

Tang Bamboo! Kasaya Slash! Reverse Kasaya Slash! Left Horizontal Slash! Right Horizontal Slash! Left Upward Slash! Right Upward Slash! Against the Wind! Thrust!

Nine different slashing techniques, some as heavy as a mountain, some as light as the wind, some as cunning as a venomous snake, and some as violent as thunder. The flashing blades wove an impenetrable net of death, filling every possible gap in Angers's path, in all directions.

The dancers' short swords primarily targeted the lower body and close-quarters combat, while the zither players' long swords covered the midsection and overhead. Their coordination was impeccable. What they were displaying at this moment was far from the methods of ordinary bodyguards or thugs; rather, it was a combined attack tactic rigorously trained and imbued with the spirit of ancient swordsmanship.

The laser beam swept wildly across the center of the dance floor. In an instant, the girls were horrified to see that Angers' back muscles, which were as strong as those of an ancient Greek sculpture, burst forth with incredible power and elasticity the moment the laser touched his body, twisting and bulging like a living thing.

The tattoo on his back that read "The Violence of All Realms" also surged with power. The yaksha roared silently amidst the fiery clouds, while the tiger opened its blood-red maw and let out a deafening howl. The perfect fusion of the tattoo and the rhythm of his muscles endowed him with an inhuman, almost demonic ferocity and brutality.

Then--

"Snap! Snap! Snap!..."

A series of crisp, dense sounds, like ice cracking, drowned out the raging music!

All the blades that stabbed, slashed, or cleaved at Angers, whether short or long, snapped in half at the same instant.

The girls didn't even see what happened; they only felt a numbness in their wrists, followed by an irresistible force that sent their weapons flying and shattering into pieces. Then, their clothes tightened, and the world spun around them.

"what--!"

"ah--!"

Exclamations and cries of pain rang out one after another.

One after another, graceful figures, like rag dolls thrown by a catapult, flew out from the chaotic blur of light and shadow and flashing blades in the center of the dance floor. They crashed heavily onto the smooth crystal floor at the edge of the dance floor, or slammed into the surrounding walls and stairs, making dull thuds.

The gorgeous maple-red kimonos and the simple performance kimonos were either torn or covered in dust, their bodies lying in disarray, struggling but unable to get up.

No one could see what was happening in the center of the dance floor. All they could see were dark figures being thrown out one after another, while the blurry image in the center, created by high-speed movement and interference from laser beams, continued to fluctuate violently.

Just then—

"drink!"

A clear shout, like the cry of a crane, came from the second floor!

A slender, sharp figure leaped from the second-floor stage railing like an arrow. It was Setsuko! The ballet prodigy, the girl with the high ponytail who resembled Ryoko Hirosue.

At this moment, her face was devoid of any fresh and sweet girl-next-door charm. Her eyes were sharp as a hawk's, and she held a small katana that gleamed coldly in each hand. Her body stretched out in the air into a perfect bow shape, and the two swords flashed and crossed. The light of the swords was like the wings of a swallow, drawing two deadly silver arcs, aiming straight for the vital part of the back of the blurry figure in the center of the dance floor.

"Kodachi Two-Sword Style"!

No wonder she possesses top-notch ballet talent, yet always dresses with the agility of a kendo girl. In ballet, her talent might get a perfect 10; but in kendo, her talent is probably a 12!

This two-sword style, wielding a short katana in each hand, is known as the "unbreakable defense" because it "always strikes first after the opponent, attacking with the other sword while parrying." Practicing this technique requires extremely sharp eyesight; one must predict the opponent's trajectory the instant they make a move—hence the saying, "First practice eagle eyes, then practice cutting techniques."

While in the air, Sezuko had activated Eagle Eye to its maximum, locking onto the trajectory of the weapon in the hand of the figure in the center of the dance floor. She saw what the other person was holding in their right hand.

The laser beam swept across just in time.

Sezuko's sharp pupils contracted to the size of pinpoints.

She saw it clearly! What Angers was holding wasn't a famous sword at all! It was a heavy-looking, somewhat worn wooden baseball bat!

Angers found this thing somewhere, at some point!

The next second, Angers didn't even look up at her, but casually, as if shooing away a fly, flicked his hand back!

"Nonsense! Is this the level of your swordsmanship teacher?" Angers casually remarked. Sixty years ago, Japan had quite a few great swordsmen.

The heavy baseball bat flew out of his hand, spinning and whistling through the air, striking with perfect accuracy at Setsuko, who had nowhere to get a foothold in mid-air!

While the short sword is certainly agile and sharp, how could it possibly parry such a heavy, blunt weapon thrown at high speed?

"Bang!" A muffled thud, solid and unmistakable.

The bat struck Sezuko squarely in the center of her smooth forehead!

Eagle Eyes saw it, but his body had no time to react effectively.

The swallow soared into the sky, only to be taken down by a single blow.

The sharp light in Sezuko's eyes faded, her consciousness sank into darkness, and her body limply fell from the sky.

However, just before she was about to fall to the ground, a pair of steady and strong arms caught her in a standard princess carry.

It's Angers.