Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 157 Missing Person Announcement and S-Class

"President, the red side has pushed the battle line to our main gate."

"Ah."

"Wait, they're back on defense."

"It's Caesar!"

"He is rushing towards our headquarters!"

"Damn it, it would be great if Susie was here, let him be arrogant, he is a moving target!"

"Lancelot."

A boyish voice.

"They also have snipers, don't make unanimous assumptions."

The vice president of the Lionheart Society in the channel sighed unwillingly and replied sullenly.

"Yes!"

Chu Zihang sat alone in the quiet room.

If this is a church, then the boy at this moment is a silent believer in a confessional.

He put Murasame across his lap.

Meditate with downcast eyes.

In addition to practicing the Golden Crow Stake, he also learned the method of the natal sword from Lu Mingfei.

However, unlike Yuanyuan's path similar to Zhanpakutao, Chu Zihang's Natal Sword is only a secondary practice, and the focus is on establishing a spiritual resonance with Murasame, so as to feed back the imperial sword passed down from Chu Tianjiao while being strong himself. .

After cultivating strength, especially after witnessing Lu Mingfei and Yuanyuan's sparring, Chu Zihang clearly understood.

If he continues to improve on the way of martial arts, sooner or later, Murasame will not be able to keep up with his footsteps, and it is reasonable to put it on the shelf one day, or even break it in battle.

But Chu Zihang was unwilling.

In the final analysis, Murasame is not just a weapon.

It was also the only thing the man left for himself.

The Maybach was scrapped that rainy night.

He can no longer lose Murasame.

He couldn't allow himself to lose Murasame again.

Therefore, Chu Zihang minored in natal swordsmanship.

In fact, this method is also a modified version of Lu Mingfei. It does not have the combat power increase like Yuanyuan's initial solution or even the swastika solution. After establishing spiritual resonance and nurturing it day and night, there is only one effect.

It is infinitely suitable for the user's physique.

Increased strength is the most basic feature.

In the end, it is not impossible for Cun Yu to be able to carry Chu Zihang's strength, or to be inhuman and supernatural.

Even, Waigang's unique skills.

But all these things are for later, what Chu Zihang needs to do right now is to warm Yangcun Yu's sympathy day and night, and strive to complete the spiritual resonance with Yushendao earlier.

Speaking of the introduction to the natal sword, Yuanyuan completed it in a few days, and even started to untie it in only a week.

But she has a sword heart.

For Yuanyuan, the method of the natal sword is a matter of course, but for another person, even Lu Mingfei, may not be able to compare with Jianxin Kongming.

Not to mention Chu Zihang.

What he is really good at is the Huobu Kungfu. As Lu Mingfei said, his progress on the Golden Crow Stake is making rapid progress. Even in the body training stage, his strength has already taken on a bit of a scorching nature. This is the transformation of a warrior into an inhuman One of the signs, but Chu Zihang's progress is far from being inhuman, and he has not even reached the stage where strength is self-generated and repeated. According to Lu Mingfei, Chu Zihang is a natural seed of the Ministry of Fire.

But as the saying goes, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, it is true that Huobu's cultivation is a good thing, and it also stimulates and enhances the dragon's personality. This is a fact that Lu Mingfei has pointed out before he taught him martial arts. His Ice or Water skills can also improve martial arts while suppressing the personality of dragons, but in this way, the martial arts cultivation level cannot be compared with the Golden Crow Zhuang. Chu Zihang knows all of these well, and now all kinds of Expected, nothing to say.

He has always been such a person.

Go, go, go.

Either go to that rainy day, go to the front of the eight-legged horse god, and draw the sword.

Or die on the road.

There is no third possibility.

"This is!"

Lansinault's exclamation sounded in the channel.

There were also comments from other members of the Lionheart Club who were puzzled.

"Is there a bug in the scorer?"

"You too?"

"Well, the guys from the red side hit the lower limit one after another, what happened!"

The so-called scorer is a special equipment for this free one-day event. It has the function of monitoring physical signs. Once the wearer falls into anesthesia and loses consciousness, the person's status will switch to "offline". It will also correspond to -1, which will be displayed intuitively on the scorer.

And just now, the members of the Lionheart Club were surprised to find that the red side, that is, the camp where the student union is located, one after another members went offline one after another, and even lost more than ten people in just one minute.

These are not a dozen or so helpless children.

Or the war-baptized mercenaries in the Middle East are far behind.

It's a mixed race!
How should I put it, you know, in this college in Kassel, even the retired soldiers of the Marine Corps of the world's largest country can only be reduced to odd jobs as janitors, usually responsible for the work of changing toilet seats , Even if the mission is given, it is just to help the students.

From this we can see what kind of guys the students in Kassel are.

And it is precisely this group of violent elements who have missed consecutively in a short period of time and hit the lower limit again and again.

Lancelot, staring at the scorer, thought suddenly.

If today is not Freedom Day, but a real battlefield, the magazines in their magazines will also be changed from Friga to real bullets.

So at this moment, there are students going offline one after another.

It's just a massacre.

Massacre with no room for backhand.

who is it!

Lancelot's back was covered in cold sweat.

The first ones that came to mind were Kaiser and Chu Zihang.

But he was immediately rejected by himself.

Not to mention that one of the two is still meditating in the quiet room, and it is impossible for the other to do anything to his subordinates.

Even if all these factors are ruled out, Chu Zihang and Caesar are even allowed to join forces.

Can they really do this?

Lancelot had deep doubts about this.

It was precisely because of doubt that fear began to grow like vines in the heart of this iron-blooded warrior.

He didn't know who did all this.

Is there really such a monster in Kassel?
Or... outside of Kassel...

An unbelievable idea occupied his mind.

That race almost only existed in legends.

Dragon.

"he came."

Chu Zihang said.

Lancelot was taken aback.

he?
It sounds like the president knows who this guy is.

correct!

Lancelot recalled yesterday's combat meeting.

The strange words Chu Zihang said at the end.

The protagonist of Liberty Day is neither Caesar nor him.

Therefore, the president has long expected this scene.

"Who is he?"

Lancelot asked curiously.

It stands to reason that the Freedom Day is not yet over at this time, they are still on the battlefield, and it has not yet reached the leisure time for a few people to chat on the public channel.

But look at the counter.

The current number of survivors in the red team: 3
Everyone knows who these three people are.

The assault team led by Caesar.

It's also really interesting to think about.

When Caesar led his men to rush forward, the remaining student union elites were wiped out, Caesar became a lone army, and his headquarters had fallen.

Lancelot suddenly became curious about Caesar at this time.

What would that proud and conceited guy look like?

Really looking forward to it.

Changxiang was only for a moment, because he heard Chu Zihang's answer.

About who the answer is.

Just listen to what the president of the Heart Association said.

There is also a faint smile.

"It's an S-class."

…………

"Caesar!"

"I know."

The three people in crimson uniforms stood at the corner of the corridor in the small building.

As the attacking team led by the president of the student union, they broke through the defense of the Lionheart Club in the shortest time and entered the enemy headquarters.

Next, as long as you get the props, it is the victory of the student union.

But just now, they were horrified to find that the members who stayed behind in their own church went offline one after another within a few minutes.

According to the time and location of the downline members, they draw the corresponding road map in their minds.

An unknown monster swaggered in from the main entrance of the church.

Cut melons and cut vegetables all the way to the commanding heights where the sniper is.

Everyone who stood in front of him fainted.

What's more, they were surprised to find that when the soldiers in front fell in large numbers, the people in the back didn't notice it.

Is it Mingzhao?

The effect is similar to Invisible Speech.

But how is it possible!

Who can use the spirit of speech in the realm of the night watchman!
The old man's precepts have shrouded Kassel all year round, and some students have tried every means to break through the cage of the precepts, but all attempts have ended in failure.

So some people guessed that the vice-principal's domain was not just as simple as commandments and words, but there must be other means.

Such as alchemy.

As the top master of contemporary western alchemy, using the technology of the night watchmen to expand the scope of its precepts and increase it to a certain extent and keep it constant, although it sounds unbelievable, it is not impossible.

Besides, the students couldn't imagine how on earth the Night's Watch managed to open up his Speech year after year.

Because of the existence of night watchmen, the two elites of the student union immediately rejected the possibility of someone using Mingzhao.

But in this way, how did the attackers accomplish the feat of destroying the headquarters of the student union without making a sound.

Also, who was the attacker?
Chu Zihang.

Originally, it should be his.

But not right.

The defense force left by the red side in the headquarters was completely annihilated, and no one survived.

The activities of the free day are not over yet.

As we all know, the end condition of this event is that one party rushes into the enemy's headquarters and obtains props that symbolize victory.

This is a comprehensive competition of team quality and personal bravery.

However, after the attackers destroyed the headquarters of the red team, they did not take the props that symbolized victory.

This is intriguing.

"It's not Chu Zihang."

Caesar looked back at the church.

"He hasn't played me yet, and we'll all be waiting for each other before that."

This may sound unreasonable, but Caesar firmly believed it.

In addition to obtaining props, there is another simple and clear way to decide the outcome.

That is to fight until one soldier dies.

Who is the one standing to the end.

Who is the winner.

Caesar was sure that Chu Zihang was waiting for him.

This is a tacit understanding between old enemies.

King to king, to generals.

The real point of victory in Liberty Day is not the props, but the win or loss of the two of them.

But now, someone has stepped in.

Caesar walked back.

"Idlers are out!"

"It seems that before the duel with Chu Zihang, there is still a warm-up activity waiting for me."

"interesting."

The two student union elites exchanged helpless glances.

Although there are still many mysteries.

Who is the attacker?
How many of them are there?

What is the relationship with Chu Zihang?
But there is no way, the boss has already decided.

Before he decides, the staff members can express their opinions and clarify the pros and cons.

After he decides, just obey.

This is Caesar.

A leader they follow from the heart.

The three walked back.

As if stepping on silent drums.

Passionate, passionate.

It was as if a fire was burning in his chest.

The radio rang.

"Speaking of which, do you want to say a few words after the start?"

A young man asked quietly.

"Haha, of course the opportunity to show off in front of the whole school will be given to you, the boss!"

A mean man is pretty shitty.

"That's not good."

The young man hesitated.

"I'm a little nervous."

"Boss, you can definitely do it!"

The cheap man is very enthusiastic.

"You are the man who single-handedly defeated the student union!"

Caesar stood still.

He silently looked towards the church.

The two elites behind them frowned deeply.

"Single-handedly? I remember this idiom as if it meant one person."

"That's right, but how is it possible, alone, not Chu Zihang, who is that guy?"

"Wait, do you find this voice familiar? I seem to have heard it in the news department."

"It's true..."

The conversation on the radio continued.

"Don't say that."

The young man was a little embarrassed.

Sure enough, did you realize the gap between yourself and Caesar?

Two elites thought.

"The entire student union is not rigorous enough, and there is still a Caesar, and it will be almost the same when I knock him out together."

The two elites stared and inhaled synchronously, glanced at the horn on the church in disbelief, then turned their heads in unison, and cast their eyes on Caesar.

Big boy with blond hair... Laughing!
Caesar is laughing!

He looked at the church with interest.

That gaze was very much like that of a boy who just got a model airplane.

Curious, excited, eager to try.

Ruined!
The two elites confirmed their eyes and saw the same emotion in each other's eyes.

Boss is serious!
Whoever the teenager is doesn't matter right now.

All they knew was that this guy must end badly.

So far the only one to hold out under the serious Caesar.

Only Chu Zihang.

"Wow, boss is number one in the world!"

That familiar mean man growled on the radio.

"What Caesar! What Chu Zihang! In front of our wise and mighty boss, he's nothing more than a chicken and a dog. It's not worth mentioning at all!"

The two elites looked at each other silently.

"Did you hear it?"

"Well, it's him, there's nothing wrong with it."

"That guy."

The two coincidentally had an expression of Harry Potter Ron eating a snot-smelling bean.

Sure enough, I heard the boy say it.

"I remember that you seem to belong to the student union."

"That's all in the past!"

The cheap man is righteous.

But wait, why can one person show these two diametrically opposed temperaments at the same time!

Perhaps, this is talent.

"Now I am from Kyushu!"

The cheap man has both voice and emotion.

Just by hearing the voice, one can imagine the affectionate look on his face.

Caesar thought about it.

"Why do these words sound familiar to me?"

"It's Fingal, the Minister of Information."

An elite reminder.

"At your monthly banquet, he will eat, cry and thank you, and praise your greatness and invincibility."

Caesar nodded.

"I remembered."

His lips were as sharp as a tempered knife, slightly upturned.

"Fingal, interesting guy."

"I remember he was investigating S-class intelligence."

"So, the other person is S-rank."

Just at this time, the voice of the boy who Caesar guessed was S-rank sounded on the radio.

"I thought about it, and there is something I still have to confess to you."

"But it doesn't matter."

"Well, that's right, this broadcast, in fact, Zero has already done it."

No one knew what Fingel was thinking at that moment.

Do socially dead people also have a marquee?

Will he recall the summer years ago.

And Chicago Station a day earlier.

If you give Fingel another chance.

He would definitely never talk to that boy!
That boy no, that is simply a devil in the skin of a boy!
The boy patted Fingel's shoulder in compassion.

The sound of bang bang is like beating a wooden fish.

This shows what?
It shows that the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng sees through the world of mortals, my Fingal!
"Boss!"

Fingel let out a mournful cry while holding the microphone.

"Call me?"

Lu Mingfei asked curiously.

"no no."

Finger instantly switched his smiling face and nodded friendly to Lu Mingfei.

Then he returned to his pained appearance and continued to wail.

"Boss Caesar!"

"I didn't mean to!"

"It wasn't me at all just now!"

"It's a madman named Gelfin!"

"This is Journey to the West."

Lu Mingfei held it.

Down the corridor, the only three people left in the student union were silent.

"this is……"

"I seem to have seen it when I was learning Chinese."

"Well, I also have the impression that it seems to be their traditional art."

The two elites glanced at each other.

"crosstalk!"

Caesar laughed.

He applauds proudly.

"interesting!"

""really interesting!
The radio finally fell silent.

Under Lu Mingfei's friendly communication, Fingel wisely chose to give up the microphone.

"One two three, one two three."

the boy said.

"Can you hear me?"

"When the sun shines in the sky, the birds smile at me..."

"Central Radio, Central Radio."

"That boss..."

Fingal reminded.

"You are in America."

"Oh, sorry, sorry, I forgot."

Lu Mingfei apologized.

…………

"What is the S-Class doing?"

Caesar asked puzzled.

"Sounds like a microphone test."

An elite guess.

"Maybe to continue their cross talk performance."

Two elites said.

…………

"Let me introduce, I'm Lu Mingfei, the new S-class, the head of the Kyushu branch in Kassel."

It can be seen, oh no, it can be heard that the boy is very polite.

"Of course, I know many of my classmates have never heard of Kyushu."

"It's ok."

"Haven't you heard of it now?"

"Although the Kyushu sign has not yet been erected, it doesn't matter. Believe me, it will happen sooner or later."

"Before that, how about it."

The young man was full of smiles.

"Learn martial arts with me."

…………

Small building, quiet room.

Chu Zihang looked up.

"It's really your style, junior."

Lancelot had a hellish expression on his face.

"Who can tell me who the S-class is on the radio!"

Under the corridor, Caesar and the last elite of the student council.

"Martial arts? What the hell?"

"I've heard of it, it seems to be called the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon or something..."

"Is the S-class brain broken?"

"It's not impossible. Don't forget, how did the last S-class man die? He committed suicide by swallowing a gun due to mental problems."

"Tsk tsk."

But not with both of them.

Caesar was bright-eyed.

"Xi Wu..."

He chewed slowly, with faint excitement between his brows.

Caesar recalled how he felt the first time he saw a Jackie Chan and Bruce Lee movie in a private theater.

Sure enough, he knew.

Chinese action movies... are real!
……

"Oh, right."

S-Class seemed to suddenly remember something, coughed twice, cleared his throat, and spoke in a rigid tone as if he was looking for a lost child on the mall radio.

"Please pay attention to all teachers and students in the school, please pay attention to all teachers and students in the school."

"Now insert a missing person notice."

"Please invite Mr. Caesar Gattuso, the president of the student union, who has blond hair and can kill flies with his pectoral muscles, to go to the church."

"Please……"

Fingal finally hugged the boy's thigh before repeating the long embarrassing adjective.

"Boss, shut up, I'm afraid I'll be silenced tomorrow!"

"what happened?"

"is there a problem?"

The S-rank said incomprehensibly.

"Didn't you tell me about the president of the blond student union and the fact that the fly was crushed by the pectoral muscles?"

Another long silence.

Then I heard a low bass voice sounding slowly.

"The following is my suicide note from Fingal..."

"Hahaha, the Caesars are so good that they won't care about you."

Lu Mingfei pushed him aside.

"Go on, go on."

He cleared his throat.

"Anyway, Mr. Caesar, who heard the broadcast, please go to the church immediately."

"Both of us."

He was smiling.

"Let's play a game."

　PS: Post first and change later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)