Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

That's not the look of a hunter.

That's the look of a wolf pack!

At the same time, several dark red lights lit up. They were the laser sights that the crazy people at Kassel Academy had installed on their submachine guns. Dense spots of light gathered on the sides of Lu Mingfei's body.

Those who can join the Lionheart Club and the Student Union are the elites among the students. Most of these people can get high scores in shooting classes, and their hands holding the gun are so steady that the light spot only shakes slightly.

Whether it was the people from the Lionheart Society or the Student Union, they all made the same choice at this moment. They aimed at Lu Mingfei without any blind spots.

Lancelot perfectly followed the fine traditions of the Lionheart Society. He was as calm as a dead man during the battle. His golden eyes stared at Lu Mingfei's every slightest movement. He did not give him any chance to make any opening remarks. He just slowly raised his right hand and held up a finger.

He had been here a long time ago.

Before the day of freedom began, Lancelot had already memorized all of Lu Mingfei's information, including the location of his dormitory.

But no one knew how powerful an S-class body could be, so even at this moment, when Lu Mingfei seemed to be at his wits' end, Lancelot was still cautious.

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath, taking in a huge amount of oxygen into his lungs. At the same time, his bones clenched tighter, and he actually entered a dragon bone state similar to that of Yuan Zhisheng, the director of the Executive Bureau of the Japanese branch, whom he had seen in the last time.

With his hands already touching the handle of the Desert Eagle, Lu Mingfei calculated the initial velocity of his bullet and his own dodging speed in his mind, and confirmed once again that he could avoid being hit within the coverage of Frigga's bullets for a short period of time.

The ten B-level hybrids who ranked top in the shooting class were distributed among the students of the Student Union and the Lionheart Society. Their palms were sweating, especially those members who had witnessed Lu Mingfei's terrifying golden eyes in Norton Hall, who were under tremendous pressure.

A tenured professor on the Night Watch forum compared the golden eyes of Lu Mingfei and Principal Ange, proving that the former's bloodline purity was even higher than Ange's.

This means that Lu Mingfei will definitely become a hero on the dragon-slaying battlefield in the future, and he will be the leader of the secret party.

Even the elites of the Lionheart Society felt a little nervous about having an enemy like this.

Before undertaking this task, Lancelot and his friends drank strong drink and broke the goblets.

At this moment, Lancelot felt for a moment that victory was in his hands. As long as he slightly moved his fingers, Lu Mingfei would be shot by dense bullets, and the high concentration of anesthetics would make him unable to wake up for several days.

But Lu Mingfei slowly turned around and looked at Lancelot.

Lancelot was suddenly overwhelmed by great fear and panic, and he even felt the blood in his body run cold.

The muzzle of the MP5 held in his left hand seemed to be carrying a thousand-pound weight, making it impossible for him to point the gun at Lu Mingfei.

Those were the pair of golden eyes that Caesar Gattuso had faced at the Norton Pavilion!

The light burning in these eyes was like the authority cast by a god sitting high in the clouds, which made Lancelot almost kneel down to salute.

But Lu Mingfei didn't say anything. He just glanced at Lancelot and turned back.

boom! boom! boom! boom! …

Dull gunshots like thunder rang out from the barrel of the Desert Eagle, fourteen times in a row, accompanied by green smoke rising slowly from the muzzle of the gun that Lu Mingfei held tightly in his arms.

He didn't even pay extra attention to these community elites and had already stepped onto the ladder to a higher level.

At this moment, Lancelot discovered with horror that the submachine guns in his hand and those in the hands of everyone else were shot away by Frigga's bullets.

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Qi Lan had already cleared out this study room. There was no shelter, so when people spoke, there would be a resonating echo.

Lu Mingfei laid out all the Frigga bullets on the ground in front of him and completely disassembled the Desert Eagle. Even a firearms expert would need at least five minutes to assemble it again for use.

Although Cassel's students are all elites among the mixed-bloods, they have never set foot on a real battlefield. It is difficult for them to resist the golden eyes of those with higher-level bloodlines on a spiritual level, just like many people dare not look directly into Chu Zihang's never-extinguished eyes.

Lu Mingfei ignited his golden pupils and intimidated the elites of the Lionheart Society and the Student Union for a short period of time, which was why he was able to shoot down the weapons in their hands.

The reason why he shot down their weapons instead of knocking them down directly was because there were only fourteen bullets in his gun, but there were at least twenty B-level hybrids who were eyeing them covetously at that position.

Even if only the remaining few people opened fire at full strength, Lu Mingfei might be killed on the spot.

"Junior brother, I'm aiming at the door of the study room. Do you want me to help you kill one?" Nono's voice came from the Bluetooth headset. At this time, Norma had not turned on the signal jammer.

"Senior sister, you are awesome, but there is no need to kill one of them. Killing Chu Zihang or Caesar will not allow me to reverse the situation. You have more important things to do." Lu Mingfei smiled. He held two small swords in his hands and played with them at the same time.

At this moment, the door of the study room was opened from the outside, and heavy combat boots took the first step almost at the same time, landing in this place without sky and earth.

At the same time, Norma turned on the signal jammer in time, and the communication between Lu Mingfei and Nuonuo was cut off.

The man in crimson combat uniform was holding a military hunting knife about half a meter long, with golden patterns imprinted on the black blade.

The man in black combat uniform held a long Japanese sword, the blade of which reflected the sunlight, so bright that it was blinding.

The two men were clearly on guard against each other, with the tips of their knives pointed at each other, but they had to join forces briefly and cast their wary eyes on the young man sitting on the floor in the middle of the study room.

Lu Mingfei raised his head with a bright smile on his face.

Caesar saw the dismantled Desert Eagle and the bullets lined up, and his pupils shrank slightly. He reached out and took off the mask on his head. His golden hair was scattered, against a face like a Greek sculpture, and his ice-blue eyes were cold.

At the same time, Chu Zihang also took off his mask, revealing a head of unruly black hair, pointing in different directions, as sharp as a sword. Just like him, it was a sharp blade that could not be taken back, either blood was seen or the blade was broken.

The magazines of Desert Eagle and Groot were removed in the hands of Caesar and Chu Zihang respectively. The gun bodies and magazines were separated and thrown in two directions. The metal parts rubbed against the marble floor and slid a distance of four or five meters.

"What do you want to do by sending your people to die?" Chu Zihang said. He and Caesar separated after entering this space and moved away from each other, and they seemed to be preparing to surround Lu Mingfei and attack him from both sides.

"How can you say I'm committing suicide, senior brother? We have such a close relationship, you should know that I'm a loyal person, okay?" Lu Mingfei protested, he lowered his eyes, but his attention was actually all on the two men.

Caesar and Chu Zihang are both dangerous opponents. They are also leaders of a generation among the mixed-bloods. Even Lu Mingfei today has to take them seriously to avoid being suppressed or even defeated.

"You were not in the team of the Freshman Association that blocked our advance, Lu Mingfei. You have demonstrated strong shooting skills. If you had joined the battlefield, you would have posed a huge threat to us, and the Student Union and the Lionheart Society would have suffered heavy losses." Caesar tossed the hunting knife in the air for fun, his ice-blue eyes devoid of any emotion.

Lu Mingfei patted his butt and stood up. He half-crouched in a strange posture, with his two swords crossed in front of his chest, guarding against sudden attacks from the two people.

This posture originated from the ancient Persian Empire. Immortals often need to use scimitars to penetrate deep into the enemy camp. When facing more than two opponents, their strong biceps, forearm muscles and elbow tendons allow them to quickly transfer the maximum strength to the blade, and use the swinging method of the blade to repel or even cut the enemies attacking from both sides.

"You have indeed spotted the problem." Lu Mingfei said.

He was fully focused, and in the dragon bone state he could even rely on his current strength to fight against the combined forces of Chu Zihang and Caesar who had activated their blood burst.

But he never dared to underestimate these two men. They were both madmen who would not hesitate to cut their carotid arteries in order to drive the blade into the enemy's heart.

At this moment, the sound of gunfire piercing the air suddenly echoed over the school.

Caesar and Chu Zihang's faces turned quite ugly at the same time.

"Isabella, what's going on?"

"Lancelot, report the situation to me! We haven't dealt with Lu Mingfei yet, don't go to war with the Student Union!"

Both of them quickly contacted their most trusted companions through Bluetooth headsets, not even realizing that Lu Mingfei had already reached the front of the gate in the silent and vigilant movement. He turned his back to the only way out, and his two swords reflected the sun's light, revealing a dazzling cold light.

"There is no signal here, brothers." Lu Mingfei smiled, revealing his white teeth.

Caesar and Chu Zihang let go of their hands holding the Bluetooth headsets.

"It was your secret plan. Did you want to instigate the Student Union and the Lionheart Society to fight each other?" Chu Zihang and Caesar were both top students in tactics class and were well versed in Sun Tzu's Art of War.

Lu Mingfei didn't say anything.

The facts are before us. Nono, Zero and the remaining few most elite freshmen are now pretending to be members of the Student Union and the Lionheart Society and launching sneak attacks everywhere. Lancelot will be the first target to be knocked down.

Soon, the teams wearing red combat uniforms and black combat uniforms will be thrown into disarray due to the lack of effective command. They will attack each other until they are exhausted and wiped out.

"From the beginning, this battle was not fair," Lu Mingfei said. "You hold too much power in your hands. The members of the Student Union and Lionheart Club can completely crush me in terms of numbers."

Caesar and Chu Zihang looked at each other.

Although they were confident in themselves for coming here, they also knew that even if Lu Mingfei killed them here, they would not be able to leave the study room. Multiple sniper rifles would pour bullets on Lu Mingfei the moment he walked out of the classroom.

The final winner will still be between the Student Union and the Lionheart Club.

But now it seems that Lu Mingfei had already seen this.

Chapter 25 Deadlock

Lu Mingfei's swordsmanship came from Principal Ange. The old man was a living swordsman, and he used cruel training to hone Lu Mingfei, as if he was sharpening a peerless sword. When he unsheathed it, all the swords in the world would break.

Two knives a day!

The school studied by Lu Mingfei.

He always remembered the principal's words:

"Ming Fei, you have to remember that the operation of the double swords is to swing the sword with one hand, which is definitely inferior to the one-handed swing of the sword in terms of power. People who are not proficient in swordsmanship can easily lose sight of one thing while focusing on the other, which is called inattention. In a life-and-death struggle, this slight negligence can lead to fatal defeat."

As he said this, Ange was wearing a Gucci coat and holding a huge black umbrella, as if he was preparing to attend the funeral of a deceased person.

He held a Cuban Cohiba between the index and middle fingers of his right hand, and swung the closed umbrella with his left hand to knock away the double swords that Lu Mingfei had chopped at with almost all his strength.

The silhouette of time turned into vague fragments, gradually overlapping with the scene before my eyes.

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath, and suddenly he drew his knife. The knife in his left hand formed an arc, and he chopped from right to left heavily and slowly. The force was so great that it made a sound of tearing the air.

At the same time, the back of the knife in his right hand was pressed against his back, and his body was slightly bent, with the whole knife almost touching his spine, the tip of the knife facing upwards, with a cold light flashing. This was a seriously deformed ancient sword style, Su Qin carrying a sword on his back!

Sure enough, the sound of whistling swords rang out the next moment.

Caesar was in front of Lu Mingfei. At this moment, he was like a swooping eagle, and his red figure was a little blurred due to the extremely high speed.

Caesar is a genius in combat. He can even accelerate himself to this level in an instant without any running start.

The hunting knife named Dick Tudo was held tightly by hands as hard as steel, with the pleasure of cutting off everything, so tough, so murderous, seemingly unstoppable!

But Lu Mingfei's left knife, which was swung in an arc in advance, just touched the tip of Dick Tudo's knife when Caesar fell. The deadly weapon seemed to have broken some kind of balance at this moment. The slight vibration generated by the tip of the knife was transmitted to the handle and then to Caesar's wrist. The huge force and terrifying shock made this proud Italian man almost unable to hold the weapon in his hand.

At the moment when Caesar was repelled, Chu Zihang had already attacked from behind!

It was a long and sharp Japanese sword that could tear through anything. Its angles were tricky and its power was overwhelming, like an avalanche from top to bottom.

Chu Zihang's long sword and Lu Mingfei's right sword, which was carried on his back in Su Qin's style, instantly collided. The collision and friction between the blades tore out shocking sparks, like backward fireworks. The fireworks fell completely on Chu Zihang's face, competing with the blazing golden eyes.

Chu Zihang didn't care and had no intention of putting away the knife. He actually chose to stand on the ground at this moment to enhance his balance and relieve the coming impact and pressure.

He swung his second and third sword with exactly the same posture and trajectory, hitting the same position on the small sword made of ordinary alloy. Lu Mingfei's bones screamed shrilly at this moment.

But Chu Zihang didn't have time to swing the fourth sword. The dense sparks raised by the collision of the blades were dispersed by the fierce slash of the left sword from the side. Lu Mingfei's return slash broke the balance of power that Chu Zihang had been trying to maintain, and the famous sword named Murasame made a buzzing sound under the heavy load. Chu Zihang had to forcibly end his own sword technique.

The three of them separated at the first sign of trouble, and everything happened in a flash.

Caesar and Chu Zihang both felt uncomfortable after Lu Mingfei's almost predictable action.

The two men seemed to hit the same wall, staggering and leaning back. Caesar took a few steps back, and Dick Tuduo was almost thrown out. Chu Zihang was chopped two meters away by Lu Mingfei's powerful sword. He had to kneel down to stabilize his body. His wrist was shaking violently, and the sword was shaking too.

"Your Murasame is made of jade steel, it can only dissipate the force through vibration." Lu Mingfei put away his sword and stood still. He looked at Chu Zihang with a dim gaze, "Someone told me that the Nidao Tianliu is not good at brute force, but my bloodline is enough to support me to integrate strength and skills."

"As expected of an S-rank." Caesar looked at his sword, then at Lu Mingfei, "You are very strong."

"But that's it." Lu Mingfei said in his heart. He thought that no matter how many times Caesar came across, he would still be the same middle school student.

"But that's it." Caesar said, he gathered his long golden hair and tied them behind his head, holding the ferocious short hunting knife in his right hand across his chest, and slowly squatted. At this moment, all his strength was concentrated on the muscles connecting his leg muscles and elbows.