Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

"I heard that you all came from Shilan Middle School." Caesar said, "Damn, is that Shilan Middle School a monster training school?"

"No, it's a provincial education demonstration high school." Chu Zihang said.

"Sometimes I really want to curse," said Caesar.

They stood side by side, watching Lu Mingfei with his hands trembling slightly. Caesar's strength was terrifying, and he was the most powerful hybrid Lu Mingfei had ever seen. Even with his current S-level bloodline, he couldn't withstand such a heavy blow without any burden.

The next second, the three met again.

Lu Mingfei was not at a disadvantage when fighting one against two. In the blink of an eye, the weapons of the three men had collided with each other many times, and strings of sparks exploded in the midst of swords and sabers.

Chu Zihang and Caesar quickly exchanged positions, and the sword turned into a shadow as they swung rapidly. They used the sword skills that the Assassins assassins once used against cavalry to jointly attack Lu Mingfei.

Those legendary assassins who have long disappeared in history once held daggers with blades no more than a foot long and fought against cavalrymen wielding spears and swords, challenging almost impossible to defeat opponents like the warriors in the epic who had to slay dragons with their human bodies.

This ancient sword technique was recorded by the half-bloods and taught to every outstanding member. When facing a strong opponent, they must learn to dodge sideways and cut the neck of a dragon or other enemy in the instant of turning sideways.

Lu Mingfei also knew this kind of swordsmanship. As long as he was faster and more powerful, and responded to the blade with the blade, Caesar and Chu Zihang would always be in a passive offensive state.

He was lying in wait, waiting for the right moment to strike and defeat the enemy in one blow!

Chapter 28 Xia Mi’s summer strategy?

When Caesar discovered that Lu Mingfei was much faster than him, he immediately changed his tactics.

He stopped using the Assassin's swordsmanship to fight against Lu Mingfei, and instead used a seemingly random sword-swinging technique that was powerful, strong and hard. Even in the hands of ordinary warriors in ancient times, it could split rocks, and when used by Caesar, it could almost tear apart bronze and steel.

During the Warring States Period in Japan, there was a pair of Chinese brothers named Li who used swords to challenge all the sword masters of the era, including Togo, who was known as the number one warrior in Japan at the time.

Dongxiang's fighting style was extremely brutal and bizarre. Every time he fought, he would first raise his sword above his right shoulder, then swing it violently to the lower left, completely ignoring how his opponent attacked.

If they were to go on the offensive, Togo would have overwhelming strength and speed, often striking later but arriving first to chop his opponent in half. If his opponent tried to block him, Togo would knock his weapon off and continue through his head.

Although the younger brother won the duel with Togo and killed his opponent, his left arm was chopped off by Togo's sharp swordsmanship during the duel.

What Caesar used at this time was probably the Togo style, which is not even a school of thought, but just the experience summed up by a reckless man in repeated fights.

Lu Mingfei slashed wildly with his right sword, temporarily repelling Chu Zihang, and then poured all his strength into his left sword, holding it horizontally to block the attack. He was pushed backward by the huge force brought by Dick Tuo, and his entire left hand was numb and shaking.

The suppression was so fierce that Lu Mingfei felt as if he was being hit by a violent tide.

His right sword flipped over, and he used the "Flying Swallow Sword" from the Tennen Rishin-ryu with one hand, which was famous for its sword skills and beauty. At the same time, at the moment when Caesar swung and put away the sword, he exerted force with his legs, intending to use the "Sacrifice and Return" from the Tennen Rishin-ryu!

He retracted his left shoulder, leaned forward with his right body, and the tip of his sword was extremely tilted to the right. It was obvious that he was ready to give up defense and use a quick sword against a heavy sword!

But at this moment, Chu Zihang roared and rejoined the battle. He stood still again, his feet became the fulcrum of the whole world, and Murasame chopped continuously with a fierce and violent attitude! It was like a tireless human tree-chopping machine!

Lu Mingfei crushed every one of them in terms of strength, speed and skills, but he was far from being able to win without any doubt when fighting two people at once.

In terms of speed and technique, neither Caesar nor Chu Zihang can find Lu Mingfei's weakness, but strength cannot be faked. They can only face each other head-on with swords raised. Whoever can't withstand the fractured wrist and exhausted physical strength will throw down the sword and admit defeat!

Lu Mingfei's body movements and swordsmanship were interrupted, and he was at a disadvantage for a moment. His left hand clashed with Dick Tuduo's sword, and the terrifying force made both of their sword-holding hands tremble.

His right hand was more flexible, and he would always swing his sword to counterattack or strike back at the moment when Murasame swung his sword. The ordinary alloy blade was cut into dense gaps by Murasame, and fine lines spread along these gaps toward the blade.

The alloy sword temporarily made by the Equipment Department was as hard as Murasame, but it was more brittle and not as flexible. During the high-intensity clashes, it began to make metal tearing sounds under the heavy load.

It would be difficult to find any sword skills or sword techniques that could help Lu Mingfei to immediately chop down Chu Zihang and Caesar in this situation. Even Miyamoto Musashi probably hadn't thought about how to fight back when he was caught in the middle and beaten by two high-powered humanoid tree-cutting machines.

But Lu Mingfei's thoughts became clearer at this moment. He swung the knife faster and faster, but the power was not reduced much. With a strange coordination ability, his hands swung out different knife marks, and he responded to Chu Zihang and Caesar's slashes with two slashes.

The three of them changed their attack methods at the moment of fighting, putting all their strength into it, even exchanging injuries for injuries. Even a mixed-blood would find it difficult to sustain this state for a long time.

The duel was completely over within thirty seconds. The start and stop were extremely abrupt, from extreme movement to extreme stillness, with no transition in between, but it was accompanied by the sound of metal breaking.

The blade of the right knife in Lu Mingfei's hand had been broken into pieces, with holes all over it, and it looked extremely fragile.

The three men dodged each other and suddenly returned to calm. No one spoke, but they still held their knives to defend themselves. Heavy breathing and murderous intent spread across the small open space.

At this time, the confrontation between Susie and Nono had ended. The two sides shot at each other with pistols, and then slashed at each other with scimitars and swords. Neither could do anything to the other. Finally, they sat down breathlessly, supporting each other, and watched from afar the battle circle that would truly decide the winner of Freedom Day.

Nuonuo was quite pleased with Lu Mingfei's performance, but not too surprised. After all, she had seen Lu Mingfei pierce Odin's heart with a knife in Binhai as early as that time.

Susie opened her mouth wide. She had thought that Lu Mingfei might be very strong, but she didn't expect him to be so strong. He was so strong that he could fight against the two best students in Kassel Academy at the same time without losing.

The battle between Zero and Isabella was like a ballet, but seeing as Isabella was exhausted, it was probably only a matter of time before she was defeated.

At this moment, a drop of blood slid down the noble and ancient golden flower-patterned blade of Dick Tuduo's knife and fell to the ground with a plop.

Caesar let out a heavy sigh and looked down at his right hand holding the short hunting knife. The tear slowly extended upward along the base of the thumb. His wrist bone was cracked and his entire arm was completely powerless. If it weren't for his strong will supporting him, he would probably have thrown away the weapon.

After a few seconds, Caesar finally fell to the ground under the overwhelming pressure.

Chu Zihang was even more miserable. Murasame and Lu Mingfei's right swords clashed, and the force not only shattered his thumb and wrist bones, but many of the metal fragments from the alloy sword's blade were like flying shrapnel that embedded deeply into his muscles. Blood flowed out from the cracks in his black combat uniform, and the hot dragon blood was steaming on his body surface, with even vapor rising.

But even though he had already lost all strength, Chu Zihang still managed to stand with the help of Murasame. He stared at Lu Mingfei's eyes, which had dimmed and drooped due to near exhaustion.

"You must be feeling bad too, junior brother." Chu Zihang said softly.

Lu Mingfei let out a long sigh. He glanced at Chu Zihang, then at Caesar, who was sitting on the ground gasping for breath in a humiliating manner.

"You are very strong. If it is a real life-and-death fight, the result is hard to predict." Lu Mingfei gently made two knife flowers in his hand. Blood flowed down his arm. It was obvious that he still had some strength, but it was almost at his limit. "But this time, I think I won."

He was injured by the last sword strike from Chu Zihang and Caesar, which gathered the momentum from all the previous strikes. Although the two men's sword swings were different, they were both an accumulation of momentum. The last sword strike was as fast as lightning and as heavy as a mountain. It fell heavily like a meteor hitting in front of him, and the murderous aura was so strong that it was suffocating.

In that situation, they had no right to hold back. If Lu Mingfei couldn't resist, both of his arms would be cut off. Even if they could be reattached and used as well as before, it would take at least three months for him to recuperate.

Lu Mingfei was stabbed on both shoulders, but because the two swords were fighting each other, the force was equally huge and he managed to block the fatal blows from Chu Zihang and Caesar.

"The rules for winning the free day this time are that one side admits defeat, or all members are eliminated. Junior brother, you haven't won yet." Chu Zihang said, and he also sat down.

He and Caesar exchanged a glance, and both saw solemnity in each other's eyes. The pressure brought by the S-level was really terrifying. If any of them fought against Lu Mingfei alone, they would be defeated, and it would be almost impossible to resist.

Lu Mingfei stood quietly in front of the two people, his back to the church and to the battle circle between Nuo Nuo and Ling. The only intact left knife was placed across his chest. His fingers slowly swept across the blade and gently held the tip of the knife.

Ding--

The crisp sound of metal was like music, and at the same time, the blood that flowed from Caesar's body during the battle was bounced off the blade of the knife.

"Brother, do you believe in fate?" Lu Mingfei suddenly asked.

Caesar was stunned for a moment. "Although I don't know why you ask such a question at this time, I have to say that I don't believe it. Destiny is an illusory thing. We all live for ourselves. Whoever wants to compile our fate, whoever wants to write us in a sad book and turn everything about us into history that has already happened, I will chop him with a knife!"

Chu Zihang did not speak. His golden eyes were dimmer than ever before, as if dark clouds were gathering in them before a rainstorm. The rainstorm would last for many years until the end of the so-called destiny.

“Actually, I don’t believe it either.” Lu Mingfei smiled. He threw the knife in his right hand, which could no longer be used, down hard and inserted it deeply into the open space covered with gravel and soil.

"But this time I believe it, because this victory should belong to me!" At this time, the wind blew, and the wind lifted Lu Mingfei's hair, allowing everyone to see the pair of golden eyes that shone like lava.

His strength was almost exhausted, but his fighting spirit was not yet gone. If Caesar and Chu Zihang could fight again, then he could fight again too!

However, both Caesar and Chu Zihang have reached their limits. Their strength has been severely overdrawn, and no one can pick up a knife to fight each other.

But soon, Lu Mingfei felt something was wrong.

Nuonuo and Susie tied, Isabella lost, Caesar and Chu Zihang lost, the Student Union and Lionheart Club should have lost the power to resist, they should have automatically admitted defeat. But the night watchman's bell did not ring, and the dark clouds of war had not yet dissipated from the mountaintop campus.

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There will be a grand ceremony here, and Isaac is both nervous and excited, but he will not show it in front of his companions who also have excellent bloodlines.

He comes from the ancient Volsung family, a long-standing dragon-slaying family passed down from the mythological era. Their family branches are spread throughout Northern Europe, and their industries include multinational military industry and winemaking. Each generation of descendants has an excellent A-level hybrid who takes up the banner of dragon slaying.

Isaac Volsung is the dragon slayer of this generation. His name comes from the Bible. He is the only son of Abraham and his wife Sarah. He is the father of Esau and Jacob, and the half-brother of Isaac and Ishmael. Among the Jewish ancestors, Isaac is the longest-lived ancestor and the only ancestor who has never changed his name or left the land of Canaan. He is law-abiding and a sacrifice to God.

But Isaac also longs to be a leader or a hero. Now that Caesar has fallen, he will take over the important task of defeating S-level Lu Mingfei. This is an unprecedented great achievement, and the whole of Kassel will remember this moment.

Anyone with a bloodline level of S will be a destined leader or a heroic spirit who slays dragons. If such a person is defeated by an A-level hybrid during his school days, it will not only be a major event worthy of being recorded in the history of the Camarilla, but also a glory that this A-level hybrid can have engraved on his tombstone.

At this time, magnificent music was played in the church.

Lu Mingfei's heart seemed to stop for a moment, and he turned his head mechanically. It was the song composed by Italian composer Juseppi Verdi, "Triumphal March"!

Some have sounded the victory note before the day of freedom is over.

Caesar and Chu Zihang also looked over, their eyes were calm but also contained a certain emotion called shame. They felt ashamed of what they had done and thought they had tarnished their pride.

But they were unwilling to give up this victory. Lu Mingfei was too strong. If he really won the championship, the entire Kassel would enter a four-year period of domination.

The door of the church was pushed open from the inside, and cold young people walked out shoulder to shoulder.

"President." "Chairman." These young men, who were also wearing black and red combat uniforms, looked at Chu Zihang and Caesar respectively. They nodded slightly to express their respect for their leaders. Isaac was carrying a huge mountaineering bag in his hand, and he took out an elegant knife box from it.

The knife box was opened, and sharp swords lay in the box, reflecting the dazzling sunlight. Cold murderous intent seeped out from these quaint knives with golden patterns carved on the surface.

The six men each picked up an Atkan sword. This weapon, which originated from the Ottoman Empire, is very distinctive. It has no guard, the blade is curved inward, and the front part of the blade is straight.

This knife box originally belonged to the palace guard of the Ottoman Empire. Each weapon in it is a product of ancient alchemy, passed down for a long time and bathed in dragon blood in the hands of their owners.

Now, they were pulled out, with the tips pointing at Lu Mingfei.

A suffocatingly cold oppression was transmitted from these six people.

"I told you, there are always a few A-grade students in every class, and they are hiding here." Lu Mingfei said in a low voice. He saw Xia Mi among them. She looked particularly petite, with a pale face. The knife light flashed across her face, covering the faint golden color in her eyes.

"Junior brother, you lost, just admit it. We can compete fairly next time." Chu Zihang said. He admitted that what he and Caesar did was not glorious, but he was a person who could sacrifice something to achieve his goals.

Lu Mingfei didn't look at them, but took a deep breath. A huge amount of oxygen was inhaled into his lungs. His body, which had already been overwhelmed, actually made a crackling sound again. It was the dense and hard bones biting together, and he was re-entering the dragon bone state.

But even in his prime, without activating the blood burst, it would be difficult for Lu Mingfei to fight against six A-level elites, let alone now, even if he risked everything, it would only delay the time of failure.

"Brother, are you okay? Are you hurt?" The girl's voice was filled with almost visible worry. Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment, and he realized that it was Xia Mi who was talking in his direction.

Lu Mingfei hesitated whether to answer, but Chu Zihang's voice sounded from behind him: "It's okay, just a little weak."

Nuo Nuo tickled Susie: "Someone is trying to seduce you." "I don't think so." Susie rolled her eyes and slapped Nuo Nuo's restless hand away.

At this time, Lu Mingfei saw the cannon in Xia Mi's hand. The power of this thing was incredibly great. If it hit at close range, even if it was Frigga's bullet, the impact force could knock him several meters away.

“Please don’t slap me in the face, Junior Sister.” Lu Mingfei prayed in his heart.

The young men gathered around with swords in hand, each of them had golden eyes ablaze, their faces were grim, and they were excited almost fanatically. Obviously, they were proud to defeat an S-rank with their own hands.

But Xia Mi did not move. She still stood there, behind everyone. She was still looking in this direction, probably looking at Chu Zihang.

"Senior Brother, do you remember I asked you a question?" When Xia Mi smiled, her eyes and eyebrows were curved, as beautiful as a mountain spring suddenly reflecting the moonlight.

But Chu Zihang didn't say anything. Xia Mi was a girl who loved to talk and often asked a lot of nonsensical questions, like a female version of Finkel. He didn't know which question she was talking about.

"At that time, I asked, if one day I committed a serious crime and many people wanted to catch me or kill me, would you still recognize me? Your answer was that even if I became the enemy of the whole world, you would still stand by my side."

When Xia Mi said this, a golden color that was no less dazzling than anyone else's was lit up in her eyes. She dropped the Atkan sword in her hand, and this weapon that had drunk dragon's blood was inserted straight into the ground. The handle of the sword trembled and made a soft hum.

The sound of loading the aircraft cannon was crisp and cold, reminiscent of the sound of a skull breaking, and this sound was accompanied by inevitable death.

Lu Mingfei thought to himself, damn it.