Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 155 Cold Weapon Class
On the fourth day after the new year, the Holy Blood Museum received an invitation letter from Caesar Gattuso.

"I'm not interested in his balls and drinking parties."

The sound of blades colliding was continuous, as if a passionate march was being performed.

Lu Mingfei and Yuanzhinv each held swords made by the equipment department and clashed fiercely in the center of the hall. In the giant painting hanging on the wall, a holy and noble angel was watching the two flashing figures.

Although she is a redeemer, Yuanzhinv's strength cannot be ignored.

He used to be an "evil ghost" just because he was of mixed blood and belonged to the "emperor" level, but because of the personality restriction of Yuanzhinv, the ghost's strength has not been fully exerted.

"It's not a dance, he wants to invite you to attend tomorrow's cold weapon actual combat class."

Chu Zihang glanced at the invitation letter briefly, while the member of the student union beside him who was responsible for delivering the invitation letter was already dumbfounded.

"Chong!"

Dazzling sparks splashed, and the duel ended when Yuan Zhinv's blade was blown away, Yuan Zhinv fell to the ground, her pretty face flushed like a girl, and she was out of breath.

The golden light in his eyes is gradually fading - he has indeed exhausted himself.

"Practical class tomorrow? Is there any special significance?"

Lu Mingfei put away his long sword and exhaled a long breath of foul air. His exposed skin was as red as fire, and white steam visible to the naked eye came out.

A moment later, with the crackling of the bones in his body, his body returned to its original state.

"I don't know...or just refuse."

Chu Zihang said.

Now even he began to choose to skip some meaningless practical combat lessons, and the time he saved was directly practiced against Yuan Zhinv - actual combat in reality and the trial of hunting and killing servants in "Nightmare Tapir".

"...Let's just go there."

Lu Mingfei thought about it carefully, and decided to agree to take a look. Caesar gave him a good impression.

"Okay, I'll go with you tomorrow."

Chu Zihang walked into the arena, picked up the long sword that Yuanzhinv had dropped, and began to warm up.

The blood angel's swordsmanship is unique to Astartes, and it cannot be mastered without strong physical fitness. Even if Chu Zihang wants to practice the one and a half moves taught by Lu Mingfei, he still needs to use "bloody violence" to forcibly pull him. High physical strength.

In short, no matter what, as long as the swordsmanship that can kill the enemy is good swordsmanship.

In addition, several new members who joined the Weeping Angels Club also have to accept the trial of the bolt gun. The .

And unless Lu Mingfei spoke up, the lunatics in the equipment department would only think of ways to make this chug stronger and coooool instead of optimizing the recoil.

Lu Mingfei estimated that he should be able to form a new scouting team in March, and wait until the freshman season in August to absorb a wave of potential fresh blood.
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The time came to ten o'clock in the morning of the next day.

Chu Zihang took Lu Mingfei to a gymnasium next to the Hall of Valor in the academy. When they arrived, the spacious classroom with the style of the Children's Palace Kendo Hall was already overcrowded.

The arrival of Lu Mingfei caused a commotion. Who would have thought that this S-level student who had been absent from combat for the entire semester would "come here" before the end of the semester.

"There are a lot of people, most of them belong to the student union."

Chu Zihang glanced at the students in the gymnasium and said in a low voice.

"I'll go to Caesar and ask what's going on."

Lu Mingfei caught Caesar Gattuso in the crowd at a glance, and walked straight over.

"I thought you wouldn't come. Fortunately, once you come, I'm confident enough."

Caesar greeted Lu Mingfei with a smile.

"Let me come to this class... is there anything special?"

Lu Mingfei briefly recalled the content of this course. The lecturers were also those retired special forces members from the janitorial department, teaching grappling and fighting, cold weapon fighting and so on.

Naturally, he doesn't need to learn these basics, but other mixed races in this academy do. Laying these foundations will allow them to further exert the advantages of mixed races in the future.

Because of the blood of the dragon race, mixed races are born with better motor nerves and reaction abilities than ordinary people. Lu Mingfei remembered that Old Tang was holding a basketball one day and wanted to have a pleasant practice with some beautiful girls. The girl who danced beautifully just put a bullfight cap on him and almost didn't scare him.

"I want to ask you a favor, can I?"

Caesar moved closer to Lu Mingfei and lowered his voice, "Of course I also hope that you don't need to take action."

"...Let's be honest, I personally don't like guessing riddles."

Lu Mingfei sighed lightly.

"Do you still remember the one I told you the other day..."

Before Caesar could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a burst of restlessness and exclamation.

A figure stepped onto the wooden floor of the gymnasium. It was an old man with the temperament of an old gentleman, with gray hair and a friendly demeanor, but the muscles that stretched his upper body suit told people that this old man was not simple at all.

"It's the principal!"

The students cried out in surprise, and some girls even covered their mouths to avoid screaming impolitely.

"It's rare to go back to the academy, just in time for the last cold weapon practical combat class before the end of the semester, and I plan to substitute for my dear students on a whim." Hilbert Jean Angers took off his suit with a smile on his face Jacket, "It seems that you don't welcome me very much?"

The students shook their heads in unison, scrambling to speak out, and at the same time quickly found a seat and sat down obediently, looking forward to what kind of class Angers would bring them today.

His prestige in the college is unmatched, and all the students, professors, and department leaders respect him very much, and even the most difficult middle school students in the equipment department are impressed by Angers.

"Is that why you asked me to come?"

Lu Mingfei tilted his head slightly, he was also a little surprised by Anger's arrival.

When he was in Japan, he had never heard of the history of Angers beating up all the masters of the Snaki Bajia at that time and asking them to sign a contract to establish the Japanese branch.

Can be called the most powerful Avenger of the Secret Party, how could it be possible that he doesn't have two brushes?
"Yes, I heard in advance that the principal is going to take over this class."

"A few days ago, I submitted an application to go to 'Freedom Day', but it was returned. The principal replied that if someone can satisfy him in today's kendo class, he will agree to the application."

"Freedom Day? What kind of event is that?"

"It's a free confrontation match similar to real CS. The students are divided into two sides and fight each other until only one person stands up to win. How about it, doesn't it sound very exciting?"

Caesar's blue ocean-like eyes were full of excitement.

"……good."

Lu Mingfei wanted to say that it would be better to come to the Holy Blood Museum if he really wanted to do this. His memories and dreams of planet Sotis were the best battlefield.

The problem is that if there are too many people together, Yuan Zhinv can't bear it. His "Nightmare" domain can only affect three people at the same time.

"So you want me to play?"

"That's right, you should be the only one in the academy who can compete head-on with the principal." Caesar smiled and patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder, "But let me play first, because it's not my fault to shrink back because of fear of failure." style."

Play against Angers?
Lu Mingfei became interested in his heart. He also wanted to know the strength of this old warrior. He had once faced a dragon king-level alien and survived.

Then another thought came to his mind, if there is a chance, he should take Anger to the Holy Blood Museum, and use Yuan Zhinv's language to enter that memory again, and see how strong the dragon king-level alien is.

"Wudang Taiji swordsmanship in China, Cossack cavalry swordsmanship, Russian bear claw assassination... There are many excellent cold weapon tactics with a long history in the world, but this class is only 10 minutes, so I will talk about what I am good at personally. Japanese swordsmanship."

Angers started his own lecture. He rolled up his sleeves, grabbed a bamboo sword for practice, and his whole body naturally changed to the starting posture of Japanese swordsmanship "middle sword".

The nearly four-foot-long practice bamboo sword was held by Angers like a real cutting-edge weapon. Every movement was full of tyrannical power. Many students took a step back subconsciously, as if they were going down In a moment, Angers was about to step up and swing his sword.

"A fighter indeed."

Lu Mingfei nodded, the title of the strongest hybrid is not in vain.

"Japan's kendo also has a long history. The key to its kendo lies in its fundamentals. Steps, postures, and moves cannot be achieved overnight."

"In this short five to ten minutes, I will only teach you one basic technique and one kendo theory."

The students got up from the ground one after another and kept a distance of two meters, imitating Angers' posture, holding a practice bamboo sword and posing with a knife in the middle.

"The shoulders are relaxed, the hidden power is accumulated on the right foot in front of the step, the palm holding the knife is in the middle..."

Ange walked down with a sword in hand, and corrected the students' postures one by one from the first row.

Chu Zihang naturally integrated into the courses. The basics of kendo he had taken related courses when he was in the Children's Palace. Japanese swordsmanship and Qi's sword skills were also tempered in the battle against people and Deadpool. Anger's She nodded appreciatively as she glanced over him.

Anger's eyes slightly raised when he glanced at Lu Mingfei, as if he didn't expect that Lu Mingfei would also come to this class.

But when he saw Caesar beside Lu Mingfei, he seemed to understand something, shook his head helplessly and smiled, correcting Caesar's non-standard movements.

As for Lu Mingfei - he doesn't need to think about any other posture and pace at all, it has become an instinct in a hundred years of fighting.

Even with different styles of swordsmanship, Lu Mingfei can show the perfect prelude to killing just by looking at it.

After a circle, Anger returned to the original teaching position and motioned for the students to put down the bamboo sword:

"After this movement, whether it is a stepping slash with a knife, a slanting slash, or a reverse cassock, you can change freely. The coherent use of sword moves is equally important. The related kendo courses will be opened in the next semester, so I will not discuss them here. Tell more."

"Who can tell me next, what is the most important in a one-on-one confrontation with cold weapons?"

"Preemptive strike!"

Caesar immediately raised his hand.

All eyes turned to Caesar, and at the same time looked at Lu Mingfei beside him.

The most low-key S-class is together with the president of the student union who has been in the limelight recently, and it is easy for people to have daydreams.

"Exit."

Angers raised an eyebrow.

Caesar grabbed the bamboo sword and walked out from the path that the students separated for him, his dark blue eyes were full of a challenge.

"Caesar Gattuso, our youngest student council president, a rare 'A' grade blood."

Anger rolled up his cuffs, and the bamboo sword in his hand drew an elegant sword arc, "Your answer is correct. In a one-on-one confrontation, whoever can strike first will have the opportunity to win the battle."

"Then you use the knife first."

He made a gesture.

The students let out exclamations, and the students in the front row immediately stepped back to make room for the two of them.

"Ask the principal to advise."

Caesar took a deep breath, and his expression became serious. He did not use the kendo technique he taught just now, but held the bamboo sword down, and used his proficient Polish cavalry swordsmanship to fight.

He stared intently at Angers who was smiling, his mind was running fast, calculating what angle, strength, and move to attack next.

About ten seconds later, Caesar suddenly stepped forward and charged like an arrow from the string. The bamboo sword "unsheathed" in his hand and performed a dazzling sword dance. If you can't see clearly, don't mention the intention in the erratic sword dance.

The sword dance lasted less than half a second, and the nearly four-foot-long bamboo sword completed the swing angle during the sword dance, and slashed at Angers waist in a tricky position!

The opponent was Hilbert Jean Angers. Even a practice session was worth the effort of everyone present. He was a living legend among mixed races.

"Snapped!"

There was a clear sound, and before everyone understood what was going on, the bamboo sword in Caesar's right hand was blown away. Angers didn't move at all, but the bamboo sword in his hand had already drawn a whirling cut. oblique arc.

But Caesar's sprint didn't stop, and his movements didn't stop at all.

He was less than half a meter away from Angers. He bent down like a preying cheetah, and with his left hand, he drew a second bamboo sword that was about to be shortened from his arms and stabbed at Angers' heart!

This is the Assassin assassin's assassination knife technique!
Assassins often hide their weapons on their bodies, and never show their sharpness until the time of killing. The assassination technique dubbed an assassin naturally only exists for that fatal knife, and everything before that is for this knife. !
The students let out a burst of exclamation. If they had been replaced, they would have chased after him because they had defeated the opponent's weapon—then they would have ended their lives with a fatal blow.

"Snapped!"

Another clear sound.

Caesar's long-planned assassination knife was stabbed in the air, and Angers was already standing beside him, holding a bamboo sword and maintaining the downward chopping motion, and the bamboo sword landed on Caesar's golden head.

The students in the gymnasium were amazed. All this happened so fast that they were a little dazzled.

"Later comes first."

Angers moved the bamboo sword away from Caesar's golden hair, "It is true to seek preemptive strikes in battle, but we can go one step ahead of them, and see through the opponent's intentions at the moment when the opponent raises the knife or steps, and then preempts Attack the opponent's vitals in one step."

"But at this moment, the 'latter mover' requires observation, prediction of omens, summary judgment of combat experience, and personal instinct to fight for. Caesar's performance is very good. enough to win a complete victory."

Angers smiled and lifted the helpless Caesar up, "But it's a pity, my reaction speed is a little faster."

There was thunderous applause in the gymnasium, and the students clapped their hands for Caesar's wonderful performance and the principal's strength.

"Anyone else want to come forward and try?"

Anger said with a smile, but his eyes passed through the students in the front row who raised their hands excitedly, and fell directly on Lu Mingfei with a calm face.

(End of this chapter)