Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

Before the mahjong game even started, he had already retreated to a safe position near the exit, cleverly avoiding the possible first wave of concentrated fire.

The space around Parcy began to distort, and the air began to fluctuate unnaturally.

He made no obvious movements, but he was already in a battle-ready state, like a fully drawn bow, ready to release an arrow at any moment.

This isn't an ordinary mahjong game; it involves the ownership of the dragon bone cross. This thing can't be easily broken up like mahjong tiles, where you can just take a piece and I can take a piece.

The shadowy figure laughed, the laughter echoing in the well. "Fighting is different from playing mahjong."

She slowly raised her hand, which was covered with the blood she had shed earlier. "Mahjong is just a game; anyone can play a few rounds. But only those who wield power and strength can participate in a battle."

The voice grew louder and louder, until it almost turned into a roar: "The weak can only be trampled upon!"

'Bang!' A visible domain erupted from her body.

Initially, it was just a black sphere about five meters in diameter, completely enveloping the shadow. In the blink of an eye, it expanded to ten meters, twenty seconds, and thirty meters.

Wherever the field passed, the ground shattered like a biscuit, and the priceless collection of Kassel College—mummies, hourglasses, music boxes, and golden masks—all turned to dust.

Even the air was sucked out, creating an absolutely desolate space.

Mai Shude leaped backward the instant the territory expanded, but was still grazed by the hem of her clothes.

She looked down and saw that a corner of the combat uniform had disappeared, the cut as clean as if it had been sliced ​​by the sharpest knife.

She whistled, "Wow, this is much more exciting than mahjong!"

Fingel climbed onto a protrusion on the well wall and hung in mid-air like a gorilla. "Hey, isn't that a foul? You can't just flip the table in mahjong! You're trying to win the whole game!"

Percy was the only one who didn't back down.

The area expanded in front of him, and he raised his right hand, his five fingers spread wide.

A semi-transparent barrier appeared in front of him, and the domain collided with the barrier, making a 'crackling' friction sound.

Cracks quickly appeared on the barrier, and a dazzling golden light shone from Pasi's left eye, instantly repairing the cracks.

"Word of Power: The Dustless Land," Percy whispered.

The shadowy realm continued to expand, but at a noticeably slower pace. Parcy's barrier, like the strongest dam, cleaved the dark domain in two.

Two forces clashed within the Well of Oblivion, causing the frost on the well walls to vaporize and form a white mist.

Chapter 102 Power and Strength

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Percy Gattuso's forehead, and his hand, which was maintaining the dust-free ground, trembled slightly. Opposite him, the domain of the shadowy figure assaulted his defenses wave after wave.

"Can't hold on any longer, you watchdog of the board of directors?" the shadowy figure said casually.

The ground was corroded into black powder, and the walls of the Obliteration Well twisted and deformed like melted wax.

Golden light flashed in Percy's heterochromatic eyes. He bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood mist in front of him, barely blocking another wave of domain impact.

"Hey, don't ignore me!" a loud shout came from above.

Fingel leaped from the fifteen-meter-high rock face, rapidly chanting ancient dragon script in mid-air, the syllables booming like thunder.

With a series of cracking sounds, his bones shattered, and his body expanded further. His shabby T-shirt and jeans were torn apart by his bulging muscles, revealing a scarred, steel-hard body underneath.

Word of Power: Bronze Throne, which temporarily elevates the physical body to the level of a pure-blooded dragon.

The moment Fingel landed, the entire Annihilation Well trembled.

Without pausing, he turned and rushed to the display area on one side, his arm muscles undulating like pythons, easily lifting an A-grade artifact exposed by the edge of the shadowy domain: an ancient Mayan granite coffin.

The coffin is three meters long and one and a half meters wide. It was carved from a single piece of granite and its surface is covered with Mayan script that has been lost to time.

According to the Kassel College, the coffin contained the remains of an unknown mixed-race individual, and the entire coffin weighed three tons.

The world's strongest weightlifting champion can only lift 472 kilograms briefly, while Fingel lifted it as easily as lifting an empty cardboard box.

He grinned, revealing his white teeth. "Got it, little one!"

The granite coffin flew through the air, its three-ton weight transformed into a terrifying kinetic weapon under the power of the Word of Power.

Wherever the coffin passed, the air was compressed into visible ripples, and the black mist generated by the shadowy domain was forcibly torn open, creating a passage.

The shadowy figure turned around, and facing a blow powerful enough to flatten a tank, she simply raised her slender arm. The gale generated within her domain materialized, forming a semi-transparent barrier.

The granite coffin crashed into the barrier, its speed decreasing sharply, but it continued to move forward slowly.

"No fun," the dark figure clenched his fist and punched the coffin that was inches away.

The moment the fist made contact with the granite, a tiny crack appeared on the surface of the coffin.

'Click, click, click'

The cracks spread rapidly like a spider web, covering the entire surface of the coffin in the blink of an eye.

With a deafening bang, the three-ton granite coffin, along with the remains that had been sleeping for thousands of years inside, turned to dust before everyone's eyes.

Percy, Mai Shude, and Fingel's expressions changed simultaneously.

“I’ve said it before,” the dark figure strolled through the drifting stone dust, his black robe billowing even without wind, “the weak can only be trampled upon.”

Percy was the first to react.

He quickly pulled a silver Desert Eagle from his pocket, removed the magazine, and replaced it with a new magazine filled with dark red bullets.

“The Philosopher’s Stone?” Mai Shude asked, somewhat surprised. “The highest achievement in alchemy.”

“The four monarchs and their descendants can only control the four elements, not the spiritual element,” Percy said, raising his gun to aim at the shadowy figure. “This is one of the few weapons that can harm them.”

boom!

The red bullet left the barrel, its surface covered with dense dragon patterns, leaving a blood-red trail in the air.

The shadowy figure sensed the danger and made a dodge maneuver for the first time, but the bullet was too fast and still hit her left shoulder.

The immense impact caused her to stagger back several steps, tearing a large hole in the shoulder of her black robe and revealing her pale skin underneath.

Then, nothing happened.

The shadowy figure steadied itself, lightly patted the spot where it had been struck, and let out a sneer: "The Philosopher's Stone, a collection of spiritual elements, can only be effective against intangible words of power."

She tore open her tattered black robe, revealing the tight-fitting armor beneath. "It won't work on tough armor, don't you know that?"

Percy felt he had miscalculated; this was an unexpected variable.

Without another word, the shadowy figure raised her right hand, and the scattered metal fragments, broken chains, twisted steel pipes, and shattered display case frames all floated up and condensed in her hand into a giant two-meter-long scythe.

The blade of the sickle gleamed with an ominous black light, and just looking at it was painful to the eyes.

“Now,” the shadowy figure stroked the scythe, “let’s end this farce.”

Mai Shude shuddered.

Her Word of Power, "Illumination," can create optical illusions, making it an excellent ability for stealth assassinations. However, in a realm where shadows are fully revealed, any attempt at concealment is futile.

She could feel the shadowy domain devouring the entire Well of Oblivion; in a few minutes, this place would become a killing field for the enemy.

The shadowy figure's first attack was aimed at Mai Shude. The scythe drew a perfect arc, and tiny cracks appeared in the space where the blade passed.

Mai instinctively crossed her twin swords to parry, but she knew in her heart that this blow would be enough to cut her and her swords in two.

At the critical moment, a hand reached out from the shadow behind Mai Shude.

It was an ordinary-looking hand, even somewhat pale and thin, with an elastic band from a pajama set around its wrist.

It was this very hand that effortlessly grasped the shadowy figure's scythe.

"Clang!"

The crisp clang of metal clashing echoed through the Well of Oblivion. The shadowy domain ceased its expansion, as if a pause button had been pressed.

“You also believe in power and strength,” a gentle male voice came from the shadows, “Very good, you understand the rules of our world.”

The shadow fully emerged, revealing a young man in plaid pajamas. He had an unremarkable face, messy hair as if he had just woken up, and a sleepy look on his face.

But this very person blocked the shadow's fatal blow with just one hand.

"Stand up, Mai," the shadow said without turning her head. "Stand beside me. There is no need to panic or be afraid. Some are invincible because of the Bronze Throne, and some are fearless because of the Philosopher's Stone. You don't have those things, but I am your strongest support."

Mai Shude took a deep breath and walked up to the shadow. "Yes, you are my support."

Shadow placed his other hand on Mai Shude's shoulder, "You are my strongest blade."

As he spoke, an ancient and majestic power surged into Mai Shude's body: "I bestow upon you the power of your bloodline, I bestow upon you the sharpest blade, to slay all rebels."

Mai Shude closed her eyes, feeling the boiling dragon blood within her, and her consciousness was drawn into an ancient mythological battlefield.

"One is 'Tianyu Yuzhan', and the other is 'Budu Yuhun'!"

Mai Shude opened her eyes, the light in her golden pupils shining like the midday sun.

An aura comparable to the shadowy figure erupted from her, spreading irresistibly in all directions.

She slowly rose, her hands forming a fist, and two longswords of different shapes gradually took shape in her hands.

"Tianyu Yuzhan" on the left hand and "Budu Yuhun" on the right hand

Mai Shude felt the pulse emanating from the twin swords, as if they were extensions of her limbs.

She didn't need to learn how to use these two legendary swords; they were part of her very blood.

Chapter 103 Myth Reappears

Fingel stared at the two weapons in Mai Shutoku's hands, "Ame no Habakiri" and "Futsu no Mitama," two divine swords from Japanese mythology.

He pinched his thigh, and the pain was real; it wasn't a hallucination.

“This is illogical,” Fingel muttered. “It’s as absurd as finding a magic staff on the street.”

Percy's shirt, beneath his suit, was soaked with cold sweat. As an elite member of the Gattuso family, he was well-versed in the history of various alchemical weapons.

That's why he understood better than Fingel what these two swords meant: they shouldn't exist in the world, at least not in the hands of mortals.

Mai Shutoku stood with both hands holding swords. "Ame no Habakiri" was a long, straight, crimson sword with a blade as translucent as blood jade. "Futsu no Mitama" was a massive straight sword over two meters long.

The oppressive aura emanating from the two weapons made the air thicken.

The shadowy figure was clearly acting strangely; she fell silent the moment it appeared behind Mai Shude.

The body beneath the black robe trembled slightly. "Throughout history, only three people have been able to alter their bloodline. Who exactly are you? The Black King? The White King?"