Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 156 S-Class Showdown

Angers is a living legend in the minds of the students. Even if they knew they would fail, they still couldn't stop them from wanting to challenge this legend.

If it was in normal times, Angers might pick a few good seedlings to give a friendly practical lecture, but now there is a more eye-catching presence among the students.

"Mingfei, are you interested in coming up and trying two with me?"

he said with a smile.

As soon as the name came out, everyone immediately turned their attention to Lu Mingfei.

They withdrew their arms and took the initiative to make way for the calm boy with excitement and anticipation.

Most of the freshmen present here have been shattered in the half-academic year of courses and practice, from the vision of getting a good diploma and going to Wall Street to get a good job, to wanting to be under the claws of the dragon The grand mission of saving the fate of mankind.

They are also gradually influenced by the atmosphere of Kassel College—just like the School of Art specializes in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, the School of Finance regulates stocks and securities, and the School of Tulong naturally aims at force and dominance, even if Kai, who seems to be a rich man Sa. Gattuso himself also has excellent force support.

Undoubtedly, the "S"-class blood hybrid that has only been passed down in book stories once in a few decades is the focus of it. It is Siegfried who is destined to fight the evil dragon.

Before he appeared, Principal Ange was the only S-rank in the academy!
A living legend, a new star who can split armored vehicles, and the exchange of swordsmanship between two generations of S-class, just listening to it is quite exciting!
"Ok."

Lu Mingfei nodded slightly, and walked straight out of the crowd.

It would be a lie to say that Angers did not want to know himself.

Both of them hid their own secrets, but they naturally didn't explore deeply——

And as fighters, the best way for them to understand each other is undoubtedly to have a good fight.

Angers stared at Lu Mingfei with a smile on his face, and the blazing fire of challenge danced in his eyes.

This is a sharp blade that can kill the next generation.

It was worth him being a whetstone to experience the blood-stained frontal cold of the opponent.

"Principal, why do you want to take off your clothes? This kind of behavior in front of girls is not at all..."

Caesar watched Ange undo the buttons of his suit shirt one by one with a smile, and asked softly.

But soon, the word "gentleman" that he couldn't say was swallowed back into his stomach.

Not only him, but also the students in the gymnasium couldn't help gasping after seeing the principal's naked upper half.

From the tattoos that the headmaster rolled up his sleeves just now, many students guessed that the headmaster has tattoos, but they never thought that the tattoos would cover his back.

It was a complete painting, the ferocious tiger head and yaksha were exposed on the wrist earlier, but this is only a part of the tattoo.

Behind the principal, there are countless yakshas and countless tigers fighting in the fire cloud. It is a war between the kingdom of yakshas and the kingdom of tigers.As Angers moved his shoulders and back to stretch his muscles, the cinnabar-red yaksha and the indigo tiger seemed to come to life. They strangled each other's throats, bit each other with sharp teeth, and struck with lightning hammers to kill. The meaning is vividly portrayed.

It was a picture scroll that only the devil in hell could draw. It condensed all the violence in the world and wrote it on the back of a person.

If Yuan Zhinv was here, she might be able to recognize this "Wrath of the Worlds", which is the highest-level tattoo of the Japanese underworld.

Nobody would have guessed that an old gentleman graduating from Cambridge would end up with a tattoo of a Mafia Supreme.

"This suit shirt is the boutique of the French Winter Fashion Week. I prefer to wear it to the banquet than to fight."

Angers smiled and threw away his shirt, but his entire demeanor had changed. The respected and kind educator had disappeared, replaced by a lone warrior standing in a sea of ​​corpses, bleeding from his body, under the original exquisite suit. The hidden liger heart was completely agitated.

He silently traveled through the torrent of time, played thousands of people, watched those who fought with him or drank with him die silently, walked forward alone without any worries, and lived only for revenge.

Looking at Angers, Lu Mingfei couldn't help recalling the people who sacrificed one after another in front of him, whether they were fighting brothers, or fighting servants, or even those who were willing to stay and wait for death during the rescue because they were physically disabled and didn't want to be dragged down. of mortals...

But he never had time to stop, he had to lead other fighting brothers to keep moving forward, fighting to protect mankind in this dark galaxy.

Regardless of the battlefield or identity, Angers is indeed a respectable warrior.

"Don't play too hard in front of the students? Set some rules?"

Ange said with a smile.

Lu Mingfei nodded: "Don't use words and other powers, let's compete in body skills and sword skills."

In Finger's words, the headmaster's Lingling Time.Zero is the kind that specializes in PVP, and it is different from the "Jun Yan" that Chu Zihang uses to clear monsters.

If Ange wants to use the spirit of speech, then he also needs to use the power of psychic power and the blessing of holy brilliance.

"That's what I meant too."

Angers picked up another bamboo sword in his palm.

He is the highest level of the "Nitten First Class" school founded by Miyamoto Musashi. He has passed the "Ten Ban Trials" and is probably one of the strongest kendo masters in Japan today.

The students in the gymnasium were silent, they were completely overwhelmed by Angers' aura, they held their breath and did not dare to take a breath.

Is this the true side of the principal facing the Dragon Clan?

And Lu Mingfei—this S-level student in the same class as them could be treated so solemnly by the principal?

"Caesar, please bring the cart with the bamboo sword."

Angers said to Caesar who looked normal behind him.

"This batch of bamboo swords for practice is made of osmanthus bamboo in China for more than five years, baked for 15 days, and then selected, weighted, straightened, planed and polished to obtain perfect bamboo pieces, and then use high-quality cowhide and nylon The rope is wrapped and very resilient." Angers turned the two swords, "After this class, the school affairs department may have to purchase new ones."

"The bodies of those aliens are very hard. Unless the weapons themselves are good enough, Japanese swordsmanship alone cannot kill those aliens."

Lu Mingfei also held a bamboo sword, adjusted his breath while speaking, and quickly entered the state of practicing with Yuanzhinv on weekdays.

The dead waiters killed in Japan had extremely tough scales and bodies. Aside from alchemy weapons like Murasame, the fragile quality of ordinary Japanese swords is difficult to effectively kill these things.

"Freshmen learn Japanese kendo mainly to lay the foundation and specialize in delicate swords against people. Sophomores and juniors will have practical courses on heavy weapons such as Roman two-handed swords."

Angers said.

Caesar pushed a small cart full of green and yellow practice bamboo swords and came behind Angers. Seeing this, Chu Zihang quickly walked out of the crowd and pushed the small cart from the corner of the dojo.

"Go ahead, Headmaster."

Lu Mingfei leaned over slightly, holding the bamboo sword tightly in his hand, staring at the old man in front of him.

"it is good."

The moment Ange's voice just fell, the figures of the two disappeared instantly, leaving only the sound of the wooden floor being stepped on and the crisp sound of the bamboo sword breaking!
What followed was the fierce wind that galloped in all directions. Every student felt suffocated in front of this extreme explosive speed, fearing that the subconscious mind kept retreating!

"sword!"

"sword."

Angers and Lu Mingfei's voices sounded almost at the same time, and Caesar and Chu Zihang immediately threw out the bamboo swords they held tightly in their hands.

Only then did the figures of the two fighting reappear, they firmly caught the bamboo sword thrown behind them, and confronted again.

Compared with the speed at which the figures disappeared before, their speed at this time has slowed down a little, but it is still to the extent that they cannot be locked with their eyes.

The bamboo sword used for practice seemed to have turned into a sharpened blade in their hands, and the green shadows that passed by were like the brilliance of stars and moons, shining brightly in their eyes and sending chills down their backs at the same time.

"sword!"

"sword!"

The old bamboo sword broke and fell, and the new bamboo sword caught it and confronted again. There was no need to explain any moves or styles in the confrontation between the two, everything had been integrated into their physical instincts, and each sword was an extremely fierce killing. trick.

Anger didn't use the power of speech, and Lu Mingfei didn't use the power of prophecy. Their confrontation was completely about the quality of the dragon's blood body and the precipitation of combat experience.

No more words to remind, Chu Zihang relied on his eyesight, Caesar relied on his hearing, and both of them threw a new round of bamboo swords in time to replace the weapons of the two soldiers who were in the middle of the battle.

"The normal state has already quadrupled, very good."

Anger's skin became blazing red, and he had entered the "bloody blood" state unknowingly, the refined dragon blood was boiling in his body, the cells had regained their vitality, and he was greedily breathing fresh air , power flows along the bones like water.

He has completely fallen into a disadvantage. Lu Mingfei's tricky and vicious attacks overwhelmed him. His Ertian First Class didn't even have a chance to attack. Has been stabbed three times.

Lu Mingfei also knew that he had the upper hand. Psychologically, the two were about the same age, but his combat experience must be countless times greater than that of Angers;
Physiologically, his 17-year-old body, which was double-strengthened by the alien blood and the emperor's holy brilliance, was naturally superior to Angers' body in his 130s.

Even people of the same age with dragon blood, most of them spend the rest of their lives in wheelchairs or lying in hospital beds, not to mention ordinary people without blood, who may already be sick and bald at the age of three or forty.

But Ange was able to fight the aliens on the battlefield under the urging of the fire of revenge.

impressive.

There was an ear-piercing scream in the air, and a black shadow quickly approached Angers!
"Snapped!"

In a few tenths of a second, Lu Mingfei and Ange passed by each other, as if they had switched positions. Caesar felt a gust of wind blowing in front of him. When he came back to his senses again, the dark blue Lu Mingfei's calm face was reflected in his eyes.

The bamboo sword in his hand has been broken, the fracture is full of burrs, and the tear marks of nylon rope and cowhide are clearly visible.

This kind of bamboo sword is used as a sparring weapon because of its strong toughness, it will not cause too much damage when hit, and it will only bend and crack when swung with a strong force, but it cannot be broken——

However, in the confrontation between the two S-ranks just now, these broken bamboo swords can be seen everywhere on the ground of the gymnasium.

Anger still maintained a horizontal block with one sword, and Xueyuehua counterattacked with one sword - but the bamboo sword he used for the horizontal block had broken, and there was a striking crimson mark on his chest.

If you don't look closely, it's hard to distinguish this mark from Angers' red body, but he himself actually experienced this fiery blow.

If it was replaced by the "Jingyue", my heart should be cut off along with my body, right?

With such extreme speed and sharpness, anyone who is in the same room with this child is like sitting on the edge of his blade, life and death are within his single thought.

Some Henkel scion with a lost head and Frost with a broken arm are convincing.

"As expected of the blade who killed the next generation. Have you fully stimulated his bloodline and talent?"

Ange whispered to someone in his heart.

He straightened up and threw away the bamboo sword in his hand, with a helpless smile on his face: "It seems that I have overstated my words, these bamboo swords can still be used for a while."

"Concession, Principal Angers."

Lu Mingfei turned around and bowed slightly.

He didn't intend to deliberately lose the move, the most basic respect for fighters is to go all out.

Until now, except for Chu Zihang and Caesar, no one else in the gymnasium even came to their senses.

This was a battle that was beyond their vision. From the beginning to the end, even if they tried to open their eyes wide, they couldn't see their movements of swinging bamboo swords clearly.

"Although I want to say that blue is better than blue, I obviously haven't taught you anything." Anger looked at the admiration and doting in Lu Mingfei's eyes without concealing it, "It seems that I can retire early and rest assured that the new era I handed over the dragon-slaying knife to you."

"You are joking, Principal Angers." Lu Mingfei stared at Angers, "You are the kind of fighter who won't put down your weapon until the enemy is completely purified."

Anger was startled, then smiled relievedly: "Mingfei, are you really only 17 years old?"

Someone applauded, first Chu Zihang, then Caesar.Their applause raised their heads, like a loud bell that deafened the crowd.

There was a tidal wave of applause in the gymnasium, and the students clapped their palms red with excitement to dedicate to the wonderful duel brought by these two S-ranks——

Although no one can see clearly, there is no doubt that the winner of this duel is Lu Mingfei.

No one expected such a result. It was the first time they saw the headmaster take off his clothes and put on an attitude of fighting with all his strength.

"From the perspective of mental age, it is 130 years old."

Lu Mingfei said seriously.

Anger couldn't help laughing, and patted Lu Mingfei's shoulder lightly, "It would be great if my biological age was 17 like yours."

(End of this chapter)