Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 158 The So-Called S-Class

The faces of the two elites from the Student Union blushed.

That's pissed.

Does this person know who he is talking to?
caesar.

But Caesar!

Even S-level is just a freshman who has not even passed the 3E exam. Whether the bloodline is awakened or not is still a matter of debate. What's more, Kassel has an example of S-level suicide by swallowing a gun before him. It's nothing more than life, but he dared to speak nonsense to Caesar.

It's not just a level that can be described with arrogance.

Arrogance at least has a basic rational judgment.

The new S-class is probably not sure how much one plus one equals!
Otherwise, how could he talk such nonsense about asking Caesar to fight in the past.

Obviously an idiot!
Caesar's performance was much calmer than his subordinates.

The line of his lips was slightly raised, with a hint of interest.

"Chinese Kongfu."

He muttered to himself.

"It's really exciting."

Caesar strode towards the parking lot, unscrupulously exposed to the sight of both headquarters.

Yes, unscrupulous.

Is there anything in this world that can make him afraid of Caesar?
No.

It is impossible to have.

Of course, this sentence does not mean that the young Caesar is already invincible.

Not to mention Chu Zihang, at least the legendary dragon slayer Ange, the principal of Kassel, is a huge wall that cannot be crossed. In fact, Caesar did challenge that legend. The result is obvious, the legend is still Legend, and Caesar is still a student, a student who needs to learn from legend.

But fear is different.

dread is fear

Caesar was never afraid.

As that tough guy writer Hemingway famously said.

"Man can be destroyed, but not defeated!"

Caesar was such a man.

"Come on, stop standing."

He greeted his subordinates.

"Our S-Class is waiting."

"A real man never shies away from an invitation to a duel."

Caesar stood in front of the church with a golden sword.

He tossed the hunting knife to play.

Dictator's inscription reflects the light of the sun.

It is so dazzling.

"bring it on!"

Caesar laughed.

"Let me see your kung fu."

…………

"Do you want to shoot?"

"That guy wasn't prepared at all."

"Great opportunity."

"and many more."

Lancelot said.

"Listen to the president's opinion."

Then, the students of the Lionheart Club stopped discussing and quieted down.

Just listen to the boy's voice on the channel.

"No hands are allowed, all keep silent."

"This is a duel."

"One-on-one duel."

…………

"I'm still worried."

Lu Mingfei patted Finger's shoulder vigorously, smiling brightly.

"Isn't it to say that someone with strong chest muscles can kill flies? Caesar's generous mind will definitely not take such a small matter to heart. .

"You do not understand."

Fingel is squatting in the corner and has nothing to love. If he changed his mental state in the comics, his painting style must have changed, from full-color to black and white, with a gloomy dark cloud on his head, perfect.

"Caesar really won't take it to heart."

"But he has a younger brother."

"Believe me, there is no need for Caesar to speak. As long as the words I said today spread, you should send me flowers by this time next year, Boss."

Fingal sighed silently.

"I see."

Lu Mingfei rubbed his chin with a solemn expression.

"Since the situation has developed to such a serious level, there is no other way."

He patted Fingal on the shoulder.

"Oh, boss, what do you have..."

Fingel cast his gaze as if grabbing a life-saving straw.

Just listen to what the boss Lu Mingfei he just met said so.

"I'm fairly familiar with the people below."

"Turn around and say hello to them, so that you can feel better, don't keep soaking in the oil pan, and occasionally go to Daoshan to relax."

The expression on Lu Mingfei’s face was so heavy that one could suspect that he was in the mourning hall at the moment. One wall was full of black-and-white photos of Finger, with a kind smile, and on both sides were elegiac couplets with black letters on a white background, while writing “Eternal Immortality” , while writing "Ten Thousand Years of Smell", it can be said that it highly summarizes this person's magnificent and shameless life.

"Oil pan!"

Fingal stared.

"Mountain of Knives!"

He looked at Lu Mingfei in panic.

"Boss, why haven't I heard that there are these things in hell!"

"Oh that's the west side."

Lu Mingfei kindly introduced him.

"You want to take a tour of the underworld in our east. Not only will you go to the mountain of knives in the oil pan, but you will also have services such as pulling out your tongue. It is especially suitable for a talent like you who is good at talking. How about it, don't you think about it? The warm feeling of being at home.”

"Hahaha, it's warm and warm, it's so sweet!"

Fingel almost shed tears of emotion.

Just at this moment, a thick male voice sounded from downstairs.

They went to the window and looked.

In the huge parking lot, Caesar, the chairman of the student union, immediately slashed his sword, and his strong figure propped up his crimson uniform. The September sunshine in Chicago coated this big boy with a layer of gold. It is an oil painting, it should be hung in a church or palace to show off the bravery of its master.

"Oh, as expected of Boss Caesar!"

Fingel used actions to try to redeem his guilt.

"Yeah, the pectoral muscles are really big."

Lu Mingfei sighed.

Visible to the naked eye, Fingel's face turned green.

He opened his mouth, trying in vain to remedy it.

Caesar looked up.

"Oh, are you Fingel?"

"No, I'm not Pai Daxing!"

It frightened the kid so much that he started talking nonsense.

Caesar nodded.

"I remember you."

God is sorry, these words had to be put two months ago, so that the natural leader of the student council and the walking treasury Kaiser could remember his name, and Fingel would probably be so happy that tears filled his eyes.

But now.

He did have tears in his eyes, as for whether he was happy or not, this guy knew for himself.

Lu Mingfei ignored him, just looked at Caesar with a smile.

"By the way, Three Kingdoms."

I don't know what I thought of, but I saw the young man say something to Zero without thinking.

"Let's warm up the wine. A certain person will come as soon as he goes."

Then he laughed wantonly.

As soon as he stepped on the window sill, he jumped out.

Zero's eyes flickered slightly.

She saw that the boy's silhouette under the blue sky was as beautiful as a movie praising youth.

"Yo hoo!"

Whether it was the remaining student union elites or the members of the Lionheart Club secretly watching the battle in the small building opposite, all of them widened their eyes when they saw this scene.

"This!"

"Is that guy crazy!"

"Who does he think he is, the president is Caesar!"

Chu Zihang folded his arms and stood still on the roof of the small building.

At this height, he can jump off.

It is enough to use some means of unloading force.

As for Lu Mingfei.

Chu Zihang didn't even know how many methods his junior, or Master Lu could use to land safely.

Even if you don't let go.

Lu Mingfei's martial arts cultivation is superimposed with S-level physical fitness.

If you don't let go of your strength, don't let go of your strength, so what.

Sure enough, the young man's feet landed on the ground, and his figure did not shake. He stood tall, as if he had a majestic bearing like a mountain, and he had faintly overwhelmed Caesar.

Caesar raised an eyebrow.

"S-class?"

"Ah."

the boy said.

"Under Lu Mingfei."

After that, he cupped his fists.

The look of interest in Caesar's eyes grew stronger.

He thought for a while, and imitated Lu Mingfei's example and cupped his fists and saluted.

"interesting!"

Lu Mingfei smiled loudly.

"I know I know."

Caesar is very confident.

"Chinese Kung Fu, Bruce Lee, Drunken Master!"

The big boy performed a few moves in a decent manner.

Don't say it, it's really like that.

Lu Mingfei froze with a smile.

On the small building, Chu Zihang raised the corners of his mouth.

"It's Wu."

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath.

"It's martial arts!"

"Martial arts?"

Caesar asked suspiciously.

"Isn't it just Chinese Kung Fu?"

Lu Mingfei snorted.

"Never mind."

"I wanted to ask about the club first before discussing it."

"Now it seems that we have to wait until you wake up before making any calculations."

What he meant was straightforward.

Why do you think about it when you wake up? It's because he has to knock Caesar unconscious.

"You're confident."

Caesar smiled coldly.

A certain sharp momentum rose.

on him.

That sharpness is so thick.

Such as lofty mountains and lofty mountains.

Hold Dick Tudor.

"Where's your weapon!"

"Need not."

Lu Mingfei smiled.

"It's enough to have me."

"Insanity!"

Caesar sighed.

"Boy, I will try to use the back of the knife."

He moved.

Unstoppable.

"Don't die!"

At that moment, Caesar's figure almost disappeared.

Many onlookers kept blinking, their faces blank.

This is an illusion created by Caesar's extreme speed beyond the capture limit of their dynamic vision.

In fact, this man has not disappeared.

He is just running.

Just run.

Coincidentally, a feeling of shock rose in the hearts of the students watching.

This is Caesar!
The hybrid is a kind of creature of Mu Qiang.

And a leader who can make students of the same mixed race follow from their hearts.

Must be the strongest of the strong.

Caesar was such a man.

Natural born leaders.

That means.

He is born strong.

The students suddenly sympathized with the S-level freshman.

Clearly, Caesar was serious.

In the face of Caesar, who is going all out, this S-class is too arrogant to use weapons.

Hurry up and pray that Dick Tuido's back of the knife doesn't hurt too much.

"wrong!"

someone exclaimed.

"Look!"

"He...he hid!"

"That S-rank!"

Lancelot silently watched the battle in the parking lot.

No.

That scene can't be described as a battle at all.

It should be... a game.

or play.

Caesar's hunting knife is like a storm like a storm.

He is the god who commands the wind and rain.

Submerge everything with absolute momentum, devour everything, tear everything apart.

but.

The one in front of him is S rank.

In front of him was Lu Mingfei.

All attacks.

All knife gestures.

He couldn't touch the boy's clothes at all.

He is like a squid and a swallow.

Dexterously shuttle between the wind and rain.

No matter how strong the wind is and how hard the rain is.

The boy remained calm and unchanged as before.

At this moment, even with Lancelot's dynamic vision, he couldn't keep up with the speed of the two people in the parking lot.

The originally noisy small building was completely silent.

All the people kept the ultimate silence.

They stood still.

Watch quietly.

Quietly watched the boy's performance.

Yes, show.

It sounds weird, but it's true.

The students actually felt the beauty from Lu Mingfei's vague figure.

It was like a painting handed down from generation to generation, the endgame of a master.

The beauty revealed by the pinnacle of craftsmanship.

Suddenly, someone murmured in a low voice.

"Wu."

"This is Wu..."

Caesar swung his knife faster and faster.

He predicts, advances, and presses forward.

All the fighting skills since learning the knife were brought into full play in this battle.

Even bring out the old and bring forth the new.

He feels himself getting stronger.

The golden pupils that had been ignited already seemed to be burning.

His chest was so hot that he couldn't help himself.

To vent!
To fight!
To swing the knife!
tear!Crushed!conquer!destroy!
There seemed to be a terrifying existence roaring wantonly in his heart.

But, useless.

his fighting skills.

He is proud of his pedigree and body.

In front of this young man, everything is useless.

Even if one holds a knife and the other has no blade.

Also useless.

"Extraordinary strength."

"Mortal skills."

The boy still had the strength to speak.

He is... commenting!
Comments like the elders' instructing the younger generations!
A moment of absurdity rushed into Caesar's mind.

Then there was boundless rage.

He, Caesar, was... underestimated!

Swing the knife!Swing the knife!Swing the knife!

He roared like a lion or a tiger.

The awe-inspiring aura is breathtaking.

But the person in front of him was Lu Mingfei.

The boy sighed lightly.

"The foundation is good."

"It's a pity, what about anger."

"Without means, anger is just anger," Yu Wudao was useless.

The boy suddenly laughed.

"Is Kassel the strongest student, I have seen it."

"That's all."

"If you want to practice martial arts, you can come and find me when you wake up."

"As for now."

Lu Mingfei suppressed his smile.

He silently clasped his fingers together.

Diklado rests between his fingers.

This weapon is almost a legendary alchemy tool.

Buzzing between the young man's fingers, it sounded like a whine.

"This is the fingering method in No Taboo. If you are interested, the Kyushu branch will be established after a while. I will teach you."

The boy smiled softly.

"Before this."

Caesar opened his eyes violently, and withdrew his sword like lightning and turned around.

"too slow."

This is……

Left ear!

when!
The body reacts before consciousness.

A mighty elbow from Caesar.

Fall through.

"Too slow is too slow."

This time, it was the right ear.

Young and young laugh.

"Go to sleep."

Caesar felt his eyes go dark.

Consciousness quickly faded away.

Lu Mingfei withdrew his knife.

He helped Caesar to lie down on the ground, not forgetting to put on a comfortable posture.

Lancelot watched this scene silently.

He heard someone murmuring beside him.

"Is it an illusion?"

"Why is the S-level movement... so proficient."

Their expressions changed.

It was seen that after the S-class completed the great feat of defeating Caesar head-on, instead of showing a happy expression, it frowned.

Are you hurt?

they thought.

At this time, the focus of everyone's eyes was Lu Mingfei, an S-level freshman who could almost be described by the word "King's Landing", talking to himself in distress.

"For Caesar, I used a little more strength, so it should be fine."

This is also impossible.

It is said that Caesar is one of the two strongest people in Kassel.

Lu Mingfei also took this into consideration, so he increased his strength when knocking Caesar unconscious.

If he didn't get knocked out, Lu Mingfei would have to make up for it a second time, embarrassment was the second priority, and Caesar didn't want to lose face.

Such a big student council president.

However, after adding some strength, Lu Mingfei began to worry again.

There should be nothing wrong with this person...

After a lot of deliberation.

Forget it, it doesn't matter!

Lu Mingfei smiled sarcasticly.

The mixed race is still A-level, what can happen if you make a small fuss.

Thinking of this, Lu Mingfei felt relieved.

As soon as he looked up, he showed his thumb to the church window.

"Is the wine still warm?"

The members of the Lion Heart Club in the small building opposite looked at each other in blank dismay.

What does this sentence mean?
But the people in the church know it.

Fingel suppressed the shock and horror deep in his eyes.

He giggled and was about to respond.

The Three Kingdoms, Guan Erye's famous battle, how could he not know this allusion.

But before the words came out, Fingel seemed to think of something, and quickly closed his mouth, and looked at the girl by the window with a dog-legged smile.

Zero silently looked at Lu Mingfei.

She heard the boy's words.

Suddenly thought.

Is this... are you asking me?
There was a strange emotion in my heart.

It's at a loss.

or something else.

Zero don't know.

She found that Lu Mingfei was still watching her.

Are you waiting for me?
At this time, you should laugh.

The girl tried hard to raise the corners of her mouth.

A little bit of arc.

Failed.

Lol... so difficult.

she thinks.

But Lu Mingfei was still looking at him.

He is waiting for me.

So the girl finally spoke.

"Ah."

She nodded imperceptibly.

"It's still warm."

Lu Mingfei smiled brightly.

Brighter than the September sun in Chicago.

the boy said.

"I heard it."

Zero stood quietly by the window.

She seemed to be smiling.

fleeting.

Like fireworks in summer or shooting stars in the night sky.

The most beautiful thing is that moment.

"Sorry to bother you."

Chu Zihang said.

He walked up to ten meters in front of Lu Mingfei and stood still.

Seeing Lu Mingfei looking over, Chu Zihang nodded his head.

"It's my turn."

There was a commotion in the small building.

"President!"

"Is the president going to challenge the S rank?"

"What are you talking about, challenge? It seems that the president is weaker than S-rank!"

"But Caesar..."

"Caesar is Caesar, if he loses, it doesn't mean the president will lose too!"

"Wait, there is a picture of the drone!"

"Oh, let me see!"

Lionheart students huddled in front of the screen.

"Why is there no sound?"

"Wait a minute, debugging!"

"Hurry up, the president is talking to S-class, I want to know what they are talking about!"

"Does anyone understand lip language?"

"I can speak English or Italian, but Chinese..."

"Wait, there is!"

The man thumped the carriage return.

They heard the voice of their president Chu Zihang accompanied by the noisy background sound.

He said yes.

"Teacher Lu, please give me more advice."

The Lionheart students fell silent.

Needle drop is audible.

In this eerie silence, the gentle voice of the S-Class came from the speaker.

"Long time no see, it's time for a school exam."

If you have doubts before.

After hearing what S-rank said now, all doubts disappeared.

road master?

The first thought that popped into everyone's mind when they heard this name was, is this the name of S rank?
But not right.

They clearly remembered that the S-class had said to Caesar before.

His name is Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei, surnamed Lu.

road master?

Thinking of this title again, for no reason, an unbelievable guess arose in everyone's mind.

If the S-level is really called Lu Mingfei.

And the teacher of this road teacher is just as they think.

Is the teacher's teacher.

It is also the teacher of the master.

Then the scene where Chu Zihang called S-class meant that.

He is an S-level disciple.

The president of the Lionheart Club, a student of Schneider, one of the two leaders of contemporary Kassel, the embryo killer among embryo killers.

Chu Zihang.

Is it a freshman disciple?

"Why, is it strange?"

Lancelot stared at the boy's face on the screen.

"Don't forget Caesar."

Everyone woke up like a dream.

Yes, Caesar.

Contemporary Kassel two student leaders.

One has fallen.

Then the other one is an S-level disciple.

Is it hard to understand?
Not at all.

Rather it should be said.

This is a reasonable thing.

S class.

Never has there been such a moment.

They feel the weight of this class.

The last S-class is called Angers.

And now.

The new S-Class is here.

he is.

Lu Mingfei.

　PS: I'm really sorry to see that there are students waiting at seven o'clock.

　　I haven't been in a good state for a while, but today I feel a little better. I reorganized the outline and arranged the plot from now to Erika, and then try to adjust the update back.

　　I thought of a very special way for him to meet Lu Mingfei and Erika for the first time.

　　Can't wait to write about them.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)