Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

"what!"

Lu Mingfei screamed and raised the tip of the knife suddenly, but he almost stabbed his chin because he used too much force.

He was horrified to find that the golden light flashing in Ye Fan's eyes was brighter than before.

"Focus."

Ye Fan's voice suddenly became low:

"Feel your blood flowing, feel every tremor in your muscles. The blood of the dragon race is awakening. Don't let it down."

Lu Mingfei clenched his teeth.

The sweat running into his eyes stung him, but strangely, he could indeed feel something stirring inside him.

Just like when he was climbing before, an unfamiliar perception was permeating his consciousness.

Of course, Ye Fan also saw the changes in Lu Mingfei's body, and now he felt very surprised.

Although Lu Mingfei's physical fitness is still at the level of an ordinary person, his body's recovery ability is much faster than expected.

It should be that the remaining power of the old king is being continuously activated and integrated into Jin Mingfei's body.

Ye Fan thought about it and felt even happier.

The faster Lu Mingfei's recovery is, the more he can act arbitrarily.

As for that brother-con Lu Mingze, will he come to cause trouble for him?

Let him go, let him defeat the two Dragon Kings first!

"Good, keep it up."

Ye Fan took a few steps back, "Now, step forward and swing your sword at the same time - remember to use your waist, not your arms!"

Lu Mingfei took a clumsy step, and the Tang sword drew a crooked arc in the air.

His movements were so jerky that he looked like a robot that had just learned to walk.

"It's too ugly." Ye Fan frowned, "Come again."

On his second attempt, Lu Mingfei's knife nearly flew out of his hand. On his third attempt, he tripped over his own feet and nearly fell. Each time he failed, Ye Fan's belt landed precisely on the spot that hurt the most.

"You did this on purpose, didn't you?"

After the twentieth failure, Ye Fan frowned and wished he could hit Lu Mingfei's butt with the back of a knife.

He had taught so seriously, but this guy in front of him didn't grasp the key points at all.

Lu Mingfei slumped to the ground, gasping for breath. "This is simply impossible."

"stand up."

Ye Fan's voice suddenly became as cold as ice:

"The world you live in now seems peaceful. But that is only an appearance. You are a half-blood, and you are destined to step into the real world. When you do, the swords of your enemies will not let you rest."

Lu Mingfei looked up and saw that the gold in Ye Fan's eyes was boiling like lava.

He suddenly realized that this senior brother who was always smiling was serious at this moment.

"One last time." Ye Fan threw him a bottle of sports drink. "Drink it and continue."

Lu Mingfei swallowed greedily. The sweet liquid slid down his throat, but it couldn't quench the burning fatigue in his body.

He stood up shakily and gripped the Tang sword again.

This time, when he raised his arm, a strange feeling spread from his chest.

My heart was beating loudly, not the violent beating that comes from fatigue, but rather it was beating in a strange rhythm.

Some images, no, or rather some thoughts echoed in Lu Mingfei's mind.

These are all swordsmanship techniques, Ye Fan’s voice repeated in his mind.

"Fuck, what is this, Brother Fan?"

Lu Mingfei was so shocked that he almost dropped the Tang sword in his hand. He covered his head and looked at Ye Fan in shock.

But Ye Fan was just stroking his chest, as if trying to regulate his heartbeat.

His voice explained to Lu Mingfei directly in his mind:

"This is one of my abilities, called Heart Drum. It can directly transmit my thoughts and ideas into your mind. Under the guidance of my thoughts, your swordsmanship training will be faster."

"Oh, so that's how it is."

Lu Mingfei continued to express his feelings with his mouth; he was still not used to the beating of his heart.

"Stop talking nonsense and swing your sword!"

Ye Fan's thoughts permeated his mind, and a mysterious feeling enveloped Lu Mingfei's body. He seemed to know how to mobilize the muscles in his arms and waist.

"ha!"

Lu Mingfei cried out unconsciously, stepped forward, and swung his sword. This time, the sword flashed like a silver thread through the air, making a clear sound of breaking wind.

Ye Fan raised his eyebrows slightly:

"Not bad, it's finally working. Now, do it twenty times in a row without losing your form."

"Twenty, twenty times?"

Lu Mingfei's eyes widened, but Ye Fan had already raised his belt, his eyes fierce. The meaning was obvious: he would not allow Lu Mingfei to refute.

"Okay, okay, 20 times is 20 times, why are you so fierce?"

Lu Mingfei muttered something and then swung his knife.

He couldn't help but complain in his heart, "Just wait, Brother Fan, until my swordsmanship is perfected and I can rule the world forever, then I will let you taste my power!"

Snapped!

The tough belt hit Lu Mingfei's perky buttocks, causing ripples.

"You bastard, let me explain it to you again. The Heart Drum can not only transmit my thoughts to you, but it can also transmit your thoughts to me."

"You better control your urge to talk nonsense during the next training, or I won't bother you with my belt."

Ye Fan had a ferocious look on his face, which made Lu Mingfei almost cry.

"Are you kidding me? Are you going to deprive me of my last bit of right to say bad things? Brother Fan, you have such a cruel heart!"

Lu Mingfei wailed, and seeing that Ye Fan's whip was about to fall again, he quickly stood up and continued to swing his sword.

Chapter 36 Bai Qi

The first, the second... By the seventh time, Lu Mingfei's arms began to tremble again.

Sweat soaked through his T-shirt, glistening in the moonlight. By the tenth strike, his movements had become severely distorted, the tip of the knife practically dragging on the ground.

"Too slow." Ye Fan's mind echoed, "In a real battle, the enemy won't give you a chance to breathe."

Before he could finish his words in his mind, Ye Fan's alloy sword had already slashed down.

Lu Mingfei hastily raised his knife to block, but with a loud "clang" sound, his entire arm went numb and he staggered back a few steps.

"Wrong blocking posture." Ye Fan's sword attacked again, "Keep your wrist tight and tilt the blade at forty-five degrees!"

While hacking at Lu Mingfei, Ye Fan's voice explained in Lu Mingfei's mind.

It can be said that it is a two-pronged approach, doubling the efficiency.

Lu Mingfei reluctantly obeyed, but his palms still ached from the shock. Ye Fan's attacks were like a torrential downpour, each strike aimed precisely at his weakest defensive position.

"left!"

"Get off the board!"

"Turn around!"

Ye Fan's instructions echoed in the night along with the sound of metal clashing.

The voice resounded throughout Lu Mingfei's mind, almost branding it into the deepest part of his soul.

Under the stimulation of Lu Mingfei's soul, Ye Fan's explanation continued to merge with his soul, and then slowly became imprinted into his muscles with each counterattack.

Lu Mingfei was like a mouse being teased by a cat, struggling in a panic.

But this mouse is also constantly growing, and sooner or later it will become a cat that can fight with cats, or even a more powerful lion!

Suddenly, Ye Fan's sword stabbed at him at a strange angle. Lu Mingfei had no time to react and could only watch the tip of the sword approach his throat.

"what!"

Stimulated by the fear of death, Lu Mingfei's pupils suddenly contracted.

The world seemed to stand still for a moment. He could clearly see the fine lines on the sword blade and the slightly raised corners of Ye Fan's mouth.

Ye Fan's explanation sounded in his mind and merged with the restlessness of the dragon blood.

Then, his body moved on its own.

The Tang sword was raised at an incredible speed, accurately blocking Ye Fan's sword. At the same time, the body rotated along with the momentum, and the blade drew a perfect arc, going straight to Ye Fan's waist!

"Ding!"

Sparks from the collision of metal flew in the darkness.

Ye Fan easily blocked the attack, but the gold in his eyes was noticeably brighter: "Very good, this is what I want to see."

Lu Mingfei gasped for breath, his heart almost jumping out of his chest.

In that instant, he felt like a different person—calm, precise, and deadly.

"This is the dragon's instinct hidden in the dragon blood in your body."

Ye Fan put away his sword and stood:

"But a true warrior must actively awaken it. Now, feel that state and remember it."

Lu Mingfei looked down at his hands. His knuckles had turned white from excessive force, but strangely, the pain was much less.

He could feel something fiery coursing through his veins, granting him extraordinary endurance and resilience.

"Take a five-minute break."