Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 216 You Are Not Qualified To Challenge Him
The quality of the speakers in the small town school is not good, the electric current sounds indiscriminately, and occasionally breaks, but Silent Hill is not Centralia after all. When he looked away, all the problems disappeared, and the boy's voice sounded like this, resounding in the ears of every mixed race in the town.

"Here is the big devil, here is the big devil."

"Can you hear me?"

Chu Zihang, who jumped off the roof just now, paused for a moment when he pulled out Cun Yu, then he raised his head and looked in the direction of the school.

Alexander frowned, and he exchanged glances with Robert Jr., who also shook his head.

Yuan Zhisheng stopped and looked at the school gate not far away.

The crow plucked its ears, looking confused.

"Wait, is there something wrong, why... I seem to understand Chinese?"

Yasha looked at him solemnly.

"You too?"

One mixed race after another, maybe a registered senior hunter, or a member of an organization such as the Supreme Council, no matter what kind of identity they have, and no matter what they were doing before, they all heard it at the same time That boy's voice.

So, a pair of eyes turned to the school like this.

There seems to have become the center of Silent Hill.

The vortex of struggle appeared.

The trial of the third ring of the Iron Throne, the battle royale, all the hybrids immediately understood after understanding the relevant rules, that it is not enough to be the one who survives to the end. At the same time, You have to be careful to hide yourself.

At this time, Silent Hill has become a dark forest. Because of the rules of the battle royale, there are no allies, and there is no need to bear the inner torture for killing. As long as they meet, the only development is to fight and never die.

People who are negligent will soon lose their energy due to continuous battles. After all, no matter how extraordinary a hybrid is, they are still only flesh and blood, and will get tired and lose their strength. What's more, those who have the confidence to participate in the Iron Throne trial, which one is not a good player, No matter how strong a person is, facing the mixed races in the small town, defeating three, ten, twenty in a row is the limit.

Is anyone really confident that they can single out all the hybrids in Silent Hill?

The answer to this question is obvious.

Originally, it was like this.

until they heard the broadcast.

The boy said carelessly.

"I'm at school, in the broadcasting room."

"Well, it seems to be more troublesome to find here."

He considers his opponents intimately.

"Then come to the roof, I'll be waiting for you on the roof of the teaching building."

"all of you."

The boy said with a smile.

"To hell with the rules of the battle royale, to be honest, it's all here, everyone's goal should be the same, the Iron Throne, the authority of bronze and fire, it doesn't have to be so troublesome as a battle royale, I have it here The key to the Iron Throne."

The... key to the Iron Throne?
The breathing of almost all mixed races subconsciously increased.

Some people even involuntarily ignited the golden pupil.

"Really?"

Mai Tokuku asked suspiciously.

"Your boss still has that kind of thing?"

"do not ask me."

Fingal said innocently.

"I'm also confused."

The female ninja cut her voice.

"but."

Fingal muttered.

"Boss, why is this broadcast so familiar? Have I heard it somewhere?"

Of course I have heard of it.

Chu Zihang remembered that not long ago, it was the first time that Lu Mingfei appeared on the campus of Kassel in an S-level posture.

Also broadcast.

Although the two are completely different, Kassel is a group of mixed-race students who cannot use the spirit of speech. No matter how strong the talent is, no matter how great the potential is, it is only a matter of the future. Silent Hill is different. In the eyes of this group of desperadoes wearing the skin of "hunters", they are just a group of rookies who have not seen blood.

Let's put it this way, if the action of single-handedly challenging the entire school of students in Kassel is rated as "nightmare difficulty", then the behavior of unilaterally provoking all the mixed races in Silent Hill can be described as "court death".

Regardless of the difficulty of nightmare or hell, after all, there are high-players who can pass the level. It is different to find death. Qingshan Cemetery sits north and south, and the four seasons are like spring. Think about it, boss?

In short, this is not something that ordinary people can do.

However, considering that the guy on the other end of the broadcast is called Lu Mingfei.

Not only was Chu Zihang not surprised, but he felt that it was reasonable and natural.

"Well, that's it."

The boy summed it up like this.

"Do you want the supreme authority!"

"Want to ascend the Iron Throne?"

"I put everything here, the roof of the teaching building!"

He sent a warm invitation over the radio.

"Come here, I'll be right here, waiting for you!"

The silence lasted for a long time.

The crow looked at Yasha inquiringly.

"ended?"

"perhaps."

"It's really arrogant, the guy who talked."

"Speaking of which, don't the guy's words sound familiar?"

"Well, it should be the S-class that I saw during the day, that's right."

"If it's him, a little bit of arrogance doesn't seem to matter."

"No, I mean, don't you think his last words are familiar?"

"what happened?"

"One Piece, that's a famous line. It seems that our S-ranks really like watching anime."

"Isn't this kind of thing written in the materials?"

"Information is information. As a real man, of course you have to confirm it with your own eyes!"

Noticing Yasha's strange gaze, Crow touched his face and said with a little concern.

"What's the matter, is there something on my face?"

"No, that, you bastard, do you listen to the radio with your eyes?"

"Believe it or not, I'll hack you to death, bastard!"

The team of Sheqi Bajia moved forward noisily like this.

Yuan Zhisheng didn't reprimand his two retainers for their rudeness. Instead, the handsome man raised the corners of his mouth slightly. Accompanied by the energetic dialogue between Crow and Yasha, the young Patriarch of the Snaki Ba Family seemed to be in a very happy mood. good look.

In fact, sometimes even Crow and Yasha feel that the young master’s personality is so good that he doesn’t seem to be treating them like a subordinate. Compared with the master and his subordinates, their way of getting along is more like a relationship. Good friends, even buddies.

This is where Yuan Zhisheng's personal charm lies.

Finally, they approached the school gate.

A dozen or so people have gathered here, and they are all ordinary tourists in their attire, but there are no tourists with shining golden pupils and armed with lethal weapons. Obviously, they are all hunters attracted by the school broadcast, and their purpose is very simple. , What if that boy said.

The crow wanted to continue chattering, but Yasha stopped him with a terrifying look.

A few pairs of golden pupils swept towards them vigilantly, looking at the four-person team, especially looking at the leader Yuan Zhisheng, this man is not easy to mess with.

The four of Yuan Zhisheng looked at these hunters calmly without blinking.

The crows were even more provocative.

Only experienced old hunters know that when you encounter a beast in the forest, running away or lying on the ground and pretending to be dead is no different from courting death. Die, I believe that the black bear hound will be happy to send you for a ride, and add a meal for yourself by the way.

There is only one way to survive, and that is to stare firmly into the eyes of the beast. If it is fierce, you are more fierce than it. Tell it through your eyes that you are not easy to mess with.

Then back away slowly.

The so-called meeting on a narrow road, the brave wins, and cowardice can't solve any problems. You must be brave and fierce.

This kind of truth, as Yakuza's crow and Yasha who used to hang out at the bottom, really understands it all too well.

The four of Yuan Zhisheng stood still, and the rest of the hunters did the same, watching each other vigilantly. The pungent smell of gunpowder smoke seemed to linger here, and the scene was surprisingly subtle, like a powder keg that was on fire at one point, just a little short of a spark.

"Hey, why is it different from what I imagined."

The crow lowered his voice in Yaksha's ear.

"Didn't you mean Battle Royale? I thought all hybrids would fight to death as soon as they met."

"Use your brains, idiot."

Yaksha responded with even lower volume.

"Think about why we came to school."

"Oh, you mean...they are also here for the S class?"

"Yes."

The whispering between the two stopped abruptly.

The confronting mixed races looked in a certain direction almost at the same time.

From the darkness of the school, a petite figure stepped out.

It was a girl as delicate as a doll.

Facing the gazes of all the golden pupils, she walked calmly, and finally stood still, blocking the way between everyone and the teaching building.

"Not everyone is qualified to challenge him."

The girl lit the golden pupils.

"The comer stops."

…………

"key?"

The little devil's face was full of curiosity.

"Why don't I remember that there is such a thing?"

Lu Mingfei was looking at Rose Amber by the moonlight.

After the thick fog disappeared, a huge crescent moon appeared over the town.

The location of the two is the roof of the teaching building, which is the highest place in the town, with the bright moon above their heads, as if they are within reach.

Lu Mingfei put away the amber.

"You haven't heard of it, it's normal."

"I made it up in the first place."

"Made it up?"

The little devil sat beside Lu Mingfei, his legs were hanging outside the roof, shaking and shaking.

"I really can't do anything about you, brother."

He said in a helpless tone.

"What would you do if you suddenly made up a good one?"

"It goes without saying!"

Lu Mingfei was triumphant.

"Of course it saves time. Instead of me looking for them one by one, it's better to let them fall into the trap and wait for work. Hehe, do you know what Sun Tzu's Art of War is?"

"Well, although it seems a little strange to use self-seeking here, it always feels a bit outrageous, but I have to say, if it's my brother, it really fits your style."

"That is, that is."

Lu Mingfei has already started gearing up.

Seeing this, the little devil laughed as if he had succeeded in a prank.

"Brother, you are so impatient, is it because you can't wait to fight with someone?"

"Speaking of which, the fight will start later, brother, you have to pay attention to your own image."

"Pay attention to the image? Pay attention to what the image does. I don't want to make a movie."

"Although it's not a movie, but there is a live broadcast."

"live streaming?"

For people in this era, words like live broadcast are really novel.

"Lend me your phone."

"oh oh."

"Okay, this is it, brother, you can see it when you click in."

A smartphone is almost equivalent to a small computer, and the webpage opened by the little devil is the live content of the Iron Throne Trial, and Lu Mingfei saw the direction of the "big devil" at a glance.

what is it then?

He clicked in curiously.

The screen jumped, and soon, Lu Mingfei saw it.

A smile froze on his face at the same time.

"This guy is..."

"Well, it's you, brother!"

"Why is it a stickman?"

"Really, what nonsense are you talking about?"

The little devil covered his mouth.

It's just that his crooked eyebrows betrayed his mood at the moment.

"Have you forgotten the World's No. [-] King of Fighters Invitational? Brother, you are a stick figure. Isn't this normal?"

Lu Mingfei looked at the picture that could only be described as graffiti in a style close to that between the ages of three and six, with a crooked moon above, a scribbled building below, and the lonely match sitting on the top of the building. people.

"Is this the live broadcast you were talking about?"

"OK!"

The little devil said proudly.

"It's not just anyone who can see your fighting spirit, brother. It's a great honor to show them the stickman. They should burn incense and take a bath."

Lu Mingfei imagined a solemn expression of someone burning incense and bathing the stickman.

He shook his head hastily.

This picture is too inconsistent.

He turned off the screen and put away the phone.

"Forget it, if this is the live broadcast you're talking about, then the image is whatever you want, it doesn't matter."

"and many more."

As if thinking of something, he paused.

Lu Mingfei showed a pensive expression.

"Didn't you say that Silent Hill is your world? It's an illusory world as opposed to reality."

"Well, that's right."

"In this case, why can my phone still browse the web?"

"Oh, it's just such a trivial matter, brother."

said the little devil.

"It seems that you don't really understand what it means to have two sides in one body."

"That's it."

Lu Mingfei nodded in thought.

"I seem to understand a little bit."

"It's more than that."

said the little devil.

"Brother, have you forgotten, Shirley, she can't speak Chinese."

Lu Mingfei's expression changed.

"But you can still communicate smoothly and understand each other without any obstacles."

The little devil spread his hands.

"Look, I'm amazing."

He said it like asking for credit.

"Is it a mental ability?"

Lu Mingfei smiled at the little devil.

"As expected of my younger brother."

"That is."

Lu Mingfei quickly put these things aside, for him now, there is nothing more interesting than the upcoming battle.

He is super looking forward to it.

A small-town half-breed.

Probably the most enjoyable battle since he returned to the dragon world.

However, time passed by every minute and every second, and he waited and waited, but still no one came.

Lu Mingfei scratched his head.

"Do you think it's strange, brother?"

"Well, those mixed races, where are they?"

The little devil glanced at the school gate, and then looked in a certain direction.

"Brother, how many reliable friends do you have?"

…………

"Step aside!"

Alexander said.

No sound, silence.

What responded to him was a bright knife light.

Murakami unsheathed.

(End of this chapter)