Dragon Clan: The Tyrant Lu Mingfei Comes Again

Just when Chu Zihang and Caesar were on high alert, Lu Mingfei rushed out from the dust and appeared in front of them with an invincible momentum, and one hand was about to touch Chu Zihang's body.

At this time, Chu Zihang did not take a defensive posture, but unexpectedly took an attacking posture with a knife, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on the face of the thousand-year-old iceberg.

"That's the time," he said quickly.

A deafening gunshot sounded in the earphone, and the next moment a Frigga bullet hit Lu Mingfei's body like lightning, with such a powerful force that he involuntarily retreated.

"Bang." At this time, another Frigga bullet came and hit the place where Lu Mingfei had just been shot accurately. A cluster of conspicuous blood flowers burst out, knocking Lu Mingfei farther away.

And at this moment, the sword lights of Murasame and Dick Tuduo instantly caught up with Lu Mingfei who was flying backwards.

"I'm sorry, I must win." Chu Zihang said to Lu Mingfei in his heart, and the Murasame in his hand slashed towards Lu Mingfei without hesitation.

At this moment, on a ship sailing far away on the Yangtze River.

"This kid who was so good at hiding is finally going to have a taste of failure." The middle-aged man at the table seemed to be very dissatisfied with Lu Mingfei, and his words were full of sarcasm.

Angers watched the surveillance video, shaking the cup of black tea in his hand, "No, my idea is exactly the opposite of yours. It should be Chu Zihang and Caesar who will taste the taste of failure."

His silver-gray eyes stared at the picture on the screen calmly, and he stated his prediction calmly.

"How is this possible? Four top-level A-level hybrids, and with this kind of cooperation, how is it possible..."

The middle-aged man wanted to say something, but the situation in the picture changed unexpectedly.

Lu Mingfei fell on the stone road and rolled on the ground for a few rounds. His mismatched clothes had many holes in them, and underneath these holes were the fine wounds caused by Murasame and Dick.

The wounds continued to ooze blood, staining the already tattered clothes blood red, making them look particularly tragic.

"It hurts." Lu Mingfei lay on the ground without sitting up.

The wound just now reminded him of the time when he was being chased by Secretary-General Lu. That group of A-level hybrids also cooperated so tacitly and kept inflicting wounds on his body.

It was truly a memory that was still fresh in his memory. Lu Mingfei's eyes recalled that snowy night and the burning flames, which then turned into a deep calm.

The golden eyes suddenly lit up, and the dignity of the king spread out along with the golden light. Even the air was afraid and fled away from Lu Mingfei, forming a low-pressure area next to Lu Mingfei.

The small wounds on his body stopped bleeding in an instant, and the skin quickly connected to each other and then recovered as before.

This injury also made Lu Mingfei realize that since his rebirth, he had not been eager to become stronger. Instead, he had been doing some meaningless things, and he completely despised the mixed-bloods in his heart.

Perhaps it was because of his skyrocketing strength, or perhaps it was because of the information gap brought about by his rebirth, that he indulged himself in the beauty of the illusion and forgot that this reality was cruel and cannibalistic in nature.

"Thank you, senior brother, Caesar, Nono, and Susie." Lu Mingfei thanked them one by one, which made Nono, who was observing through the telescope, feel extremely confused.

"Did they hit this stupid boy's head? Did they hit him too hard and hit the wrong part?"

Chu Zihang looked at Lu Mingfei and had the same doubts in his mind, but at this moment Lu Mingfei did not look crazy or stupid at all. Instead, he was extremely sincere.

“As a gift of thanks, I will do my best from now on.” Before Lu Mingfei finished speaking, the already extremely bright golden pupils in his eye sockets became even hotter, like flowing magma.

"Word Spirit Kingship, ten times the gravity." Lu Mingfei's voice was not loud, but it could be clearly heard by his senior brother and Caesar, making them wonder if there was something wrong with their ears.

The entire Kassel Academy is shrouded in the vice-principal's Word Spirit Discipline. All half-breeds whose bloodline is lower than the vice-principal's are unable to release their Word Spirit within the discipline.

This is also an important reason why the school does not prohibit a day of freedom. Generally, hybrids are not likely to have problems in daily fights, but it would be a different story if they could release their words.

The thought was short-lived, but the power of the Word Spirit Kingship was real, like the weight of a king crushing their entire bodies, including their bones and blood.

A majestic voice kept echoing in their minds, telling them to get down, as this was the etiquette for meeting a king.

Despite the creaking sound of their bones, Chu Zihang and Caesar still managed to hold on and not fall down. There were looks of pain on their faces that could not be concealed, and the abnormally protruding blue veins showed the pain they were going through at the moment.

“Twenty times the gravity.” Lu Mingfei whispered, and Yan Ling’s chips were increased by half of their strength. This time, the two men lay on the ground without any struggle.

Lu Mingfei looked up at the two snipers in the distance, his eyes full of indifference. At this moment, the winner of the Free Day had appeared.

"This is impossible!" The middle-aged man at the table suddenly lost his composure while looking at the picture on the screen. The black tea in his hand spilled on his expensive clothes because of excitement, but he didn't care about such a small matter at all at the moment.

How could Lu Mingfei possibly use the power of words in the academy? You have to know that the vice-president's bloodline is among the best even among those with S-level bloodlines.

Moreover, the rules in Kassel Academy are not just based on the words of the vice-president, but are also strengthened and amplified by alchemical props.

The fact that Lu Mingfei was able to use the Word Spirit in the vice-principal's commandments meant that his bloodline was higher than the vice-principal's, and by more than just a little bit.

"I was also a little surprised when I found out about it, but for someone who is S-rank, these little things shouldn't be surprising."

Ange drank his hot tea calmly, as if he was not surprised at all that Lu Mingfei could use the power of words within the precepts.

"His bloodline..." the middle-aged man continued, but the next moment Angers appeared in front of him and handed a new cup of black tea to the middle-aged man.

"He is a human." Angé took a sip of hot tea and looked out the window at the green mountains. "At least he is a human now. He is my student."

"For my students, no matter what his bloodline is, as long as he is strong enough to slay a dragon, he is our best helper, Mance, do you understand?"

"And this further proves that he is a true genius and our secret weapon to slay the Dragon King." There was a gleam in Angé's eyes, and his tone became involuntarily excited when he spoke.

The middle-aged man remained silent and finally let out a long sigh.

"Ange, I hope you know what you are doing. Don't let hatred blind your eyes. This will only lead to you cultivating a more powerful monster."

"Maybe." Angers appeared on the chair in an instant. His clothes were meticulous, but his eyes were full of confidence.

"Even if it is a monster, it is a monster strong enough to fight against the Dragon King."

Chapter 16: Liberating the Real Fingle

The sonorous and powerful march resounded throughout the campus, and the campus broadcasting system, which had been silent for a long time, seemed to have just woken up from a nap.

Lu Mingfei's golden eyes gradually dimmed, and the power of the Word Spirit Kingship, which was as strong as twenty times the gravity, suddenly disappeared at this moment. The pressure from the king that was just like a mountain of pressure just now also turned into nothingness, as if nothing had happened.

However, Chu Zihang and Caesar, who were lying on the ground unconscious due to the heavy pressure, could prove what a powerful force had just descended upon them.

The door of an unknown building opened, and doctors and nurses rushed out, carrying suitcases with emblems. They took out the syringes inside and began to inject the corpses one by one.

A little old man with a shiny bald head and wearing thin round-frame gold-rimmed glasses covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, frowned, and walked towards Lu Mingfei while sighing.

"A freshman with such a strong bloodline does not focus on studying, but instead participates in such a boring game as soon as he enters school."

Manstein pointed at the corpses scattered all over the ground, or to be more precise, at the broken walls.

There was also the large-scale damage caused by Lu Mingfei's use of his royal power just now. He saw the scars on the surface of the buildings and wondered how much it would cost to repair them.

"Do you know how much damage the words you released caused? All of this is money!"

"Don't worry, Lu Mingfei, Manstein is my good friend, he's just a little greedy for money." A hand patted Lu Mingfei's shoulder from behind.

Lu Mingfei didn't need to look back to know that the person behind him must be Professor Guderian. "I know, Professor Guderian."

"I have something I need to do. Could you please help me with it?"

Lu Mingfei turned around and said to Professor Guderian, who had a large pool of blood on his chest. There was a hint of urgency in his eyes.

"Then go ahead, Lu Mingfei, don't worry, I will help you take care of it." Professor Guderian patted his chest and told Lu Mingfei to do what he wanted to do without worry.

Manstein, who was standing by, got angry when he heard Lu Mingfei's words. The freshman who had just entered the school had actually learned to run away when he got into trouble.

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If we don't discipline him properly, won't he become the third Caesar and Chu Zihang?

Just as he was about to stop Lu Mingfei, he was stopped by his good friend Professor Guderian.

"That child has something very important to do right now, so we as mentors have to let him do it."

"Guderian, you are condoning this. I will report you." Manstein shouted angrily.

However, Guderian knew his old friend very well. He threatened to report him at least 300 days a year, but he never did so.

"Okay, okay, don't report me. I'll treat you to a hamburger after this." Professor Guderian put his big hand around Manstein's shoulders, as if they were a comrade-in-arms.

...

Lu Mingfei looked up at the number 103 on the dormitory, making sure that he had not found the wrong place. This was Finkel's dormitory and his future dormitory.

He must not move slowly any longer. Whether it is improving his own strength or expanding his own influence, he must do it as quickly as possible.

The most important thing at the moment is the awakening of Lao Tang and Constantine. In this matter, Finkel plays a vital role.

So now all he needs to do is convert Finkel to his own camp.

Lu Mingfei did not knock on the door. The door of the dormitory gradually twisted under the power of Wang Quan, and finally turned into a ball, then gently fell to the ground, becoming a beautiful ornament.

At this moment, Finkel was sleeping soundly on the upper bunk in the dormitory, and the gunshots just now seemed to have no effect on him.

"Senior Finkel, do you still need to disguise yourself?" Lu Mingfei stood at the dormitory door. His long and narrow shadow stretched into the dormitory and covered Finkel's face, just like a devil mask covering his face.

"Disguise? What are you talking about, Junior Brother?" Finkel leaned down from the upper bunk, his face looking extremely confused.

"Ten years ago, in Greenland, the survivors of the Ice Sea incident, the lost souls and lost hearts."

Lu Mingfei spoke slowly, and as he was listening, Finkel's expression gradually became serious.

"Do you want to deny it? Do you want to deny your past self, or do you want to deny your present self?"

Lu Mingfei didn't give Finkel a chance to speak. At this moment, he was like a debater participating in a competition.

Even though the tone was so plain, these simple words easily pierced Finkel's chest like a sharp sword.

Today, ten years later, he could clearly feel the pain of that moment again. The unbearable memories came like a tide, drowning his heart bit by bit.

But he would never show this kind of pain. He was used to covering his broken heart with a hard appearance, and then numbing his body with alcohol to gain some peace.

He wanted to say a lot of things to refute Lu Mingfei, and he even wanted to punch Lu Mingfei in the face to let him know who the senior brother was.

But in the end he swallowed all those words. The dragon blood in his body was still boiling, but his heart had become decadent after that. He was no longer the proud man he used to be.

"Lu Mingfei, what are you talking about? Senior brother, I have no idea." Finkel smiled indifferently, but his lowered eyes hid many of his emotions.

“Waste!” Lu Mingfei cursed without hesitation, “Cowardly, like a dog with its spine removed, or have you been a clown for so long that you’ve forgotten who you are.”

After hearing what Lu Mingfei said, Finkel didn't care any more, but the smile on his face disappeared. "Even if I'm a loser, I'd get angry if a freshman scolded me."

"That time in the Greenland Sea, you faced the majesty of the Dragon King. He was calm, indifferent, and had the power to change the world. He looked at you as if you were an ant."

Lu Mingfei spoke slowly, word by word, and his words seemed to have magical power that constantly eroded Finkel's heart.

"You knew you had no chance to kill him because you were drunk and didn't go down, so you kind of abandoned them all and left them in the cold water."

Lu Mingfei's words were full of gems. Every word and every note became the sharpest sword, piercing the already broken heart into pieces, like a piece of broken glass falling to the ground.

"No, I didn't give up!" Finkel roared, as if he wanted to roar out all the anger in his heart, "I will kill him, I must kill him."

"Just you?" Different from Finkel's anger, Lu Mingfei was unusually calm, and even looked at Finkel's anger with disdain.

Two pairs of golden eyes opened at the same time, and the next moment Lu Mingfei was punched into the wall by Finkel's fist. The concrete wall shattered like low-quality plastic, pressing Lu Mingfei to the ground.