Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from the Black Myth

Chapter 29: Murasame, Disarmament

"Hopefully, I can get you to use your full strength!"

Seeing that Lu Mingfei had no intention of putting down the golden cudgel on his shoulder to attack him, Chu Zihang shot out like a sharp arrow after his decisive words fell.

Lu Mingfei felt an invisible air pressure coming in front of him as Chu Zihang attacked, but he remained calm. He did not pick up the golden cudgel and even yawned slightly sleepily.

At the moment of the attack, Chu Zihang's figure blurred, that was because of the incredible speed, he was like an eagle swooping down from a high altitude! Murasame and the arm holding the knife could not be recognized, that was because of the faster speed, making his knife almost invisible.

This was a knife that was meant to kill a person, it was strong and murderous. With one strike of this knife, even a piece of iron in front of it would be cut in half.

"Not bad." Lu Mingfei looked at Chu Zihang, who was rushing towards him with a knife raised, and commented softly. Then, he slowly held the golden hoop in his hand again.

In the blink of an eye, Chu Zihang's seemingly fatal blow was imminent. He did not hold back or show any mercy, and went all out, while Murasame also slashed at Lu Mingfei at a speed that was difficult to discern with the naked eye.

If he hadn't been able to block it, the knife would have been enough to cut him in half from his left shoulder to his right hip, destroying all his internal organs.

"But it's still too slow." Chu Zihang was stunned when he heard Lu Mingfei's voice ringing in his ears. Then he saw that the iron rod with the five words "Ruyi Jingu Bang" faintly engraved on it had blocked his Murasame's blade at some point.

"Keng——"

The buzzing sound between the metal blade and the stick rang out, and Chu Zihang's Murasame blade began to vibrate violently. The huge force from Lu Mingfei's iron stick caused the long sword made of jade steel to vibrate violently, like a copper spring being plucked.

Under the impact of this invisible force, Chu Zihang staggered slightly, leaned back, and then took a few steps back. He felt pain in his hand holding the handle of the Murasame sword, and his sword was almost knocked out of his hand by the iron rod.

To what level did Lu Mingfei's power and strength reach that he could use an iron rod that was stationary to block Murasame's attack and transmit such a huge force to Murasame?

"Too slow?" Chu Zihang looked at the knife in his hand and muttered. He tightened his grip on the Murasame again and looked up to see Lu Mingfei waving at him again.

"Go on." Lu Mingfei said softly, twirling his stick playfully with his other hand.

Seeing his relaxed look, Chu Zihang couldn't help but smile bitterly. Not to mention using his full strength, wasn't he even qualified to let Lu Mingfei use even one-tenth or even one-twentieth of his strength?
Chu Zihang had never felt such a heavy sense of defeat since he entered Kassel Academy. But he would not be discouraged, and his pair of golden eyes that never extinguished showed a stronger fighting spirit. Because the more frustrated he was, the more he looked forward to it, looking forward to how much he could learn and how much progress he could make in this battle!

"Come!" Chu Zihang shouted, and once again raised his knife to launch a fierce and fierce attack on Lu Mingfei. He ignored the pain in Lu Mingfei's hand after the iron stick shook the knife, and continued to move closer to him and cut him.

However, Chu Zihang could not find any flaws at all. His sword, chopping and slashing movements had reached the fastest speed he could achieve in his current state, but Lu Mingfei was still able to block or dodge with his stick with ease, without even moving his position.

Chu Zihang was not impatient. He remained absolutely calm, constantly changing the path and moves of his sword to slash at him. But Lu Mingfei was like an unshakable mountain. He stood still and did not actively swing his stick to attack. He was just passively defending. The vibration of Chu Zihang's sword in the air became more and more intense. In the silent parking lot, only the clanging and buzzing of metal collisions could be heard.

Beside Lu Mingfei, Chu Zihang's movements had turned into afterimages that were impossible to discern with the naked eye, but he himself stood still, and even the arm holding the golden cudgel did not move at all. He just used the strength of his wrist to adjust the position of the cudgel to block Chu Zihang's attack.

The contrast between the two people's movements seems very absurd and surreal, making people feel as if they are in different dimensions.

"That's about it." Lu Mingfei began to feel that the passive defense was getting boring. "It seems that someone is about to appear on the other side."

The next second after he finished speaking, Lu Mingfei took the initiative to swing his golden cudgel towards Chu Zihang's long sword, and the loudest clanging sound since their confrontation rushed into the sky.

Chu Zihang groaned, and was knocked back by the force of Lu Mingfei's swing, stumbling and kneeling in front of him. The Murasame in his hand actually slipped away from his tightly held hand and fell weakly to Lu Mingfei's feet.

At this moment, a tall figure with blond hair shawl and wearing crimson combat uniform walked out from the church. In his hand was a half-meter-long military hunting knife with golden patterns imprinted on the black blade.

When Caesar saw Chu Zihang kneeling on the ground, he stood there in shock.

Nuo Nuo said that a very powerful uninvited guest came to the battlefield of Freedom Day, but he did not expect that this uninvited guest could make Chu Zihang look so embarrassed!
Then, Caesar slowly approached Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang and asked them loudly, "What's going on?"

Lu Mingfei chuckled, glanced at Murasame on the ground, then turned to look at Caesar, a man with a Western face, who was walking behind him.

"Who is he?" Lu Mingfei asked Chu Zihang.

Chu Zihang knelt on one knee and was reluctant to stand up because Lu Mingfei's swing of the stick was so powerful that he had not yet recovered from the pain in his palm and arm from holding the handle of the Murasame sword.

"Caesar Gattuso, the president of the Student Union. He was originally the enemy I was going to face in today's battle." Chu Zihang explained simply.

"Is that so?" Lu Mingfei looked at Murasame on the ground thoughtfully, "Can you continue?"

Chu Zihang was stunned. He thought that he should be out of the free day battlefield after being disarmed, but he nodded without much hesitation. Even if he was to be eliminated, he wanted to see with his own eyes the power of Lu Mingfei when he really attacked and be completely defeated by him.

"Very good!" Lu Mingfei shouted loudly with satisfaction, and used the golden hoop to pick up the Murasame on the ground, and kicked the Japanese sword to Chu Zihang, "Then continue! I will give you two a chance to attack me together. Of course, I will no longer passively defend, but take the initiative to attack. I hope that you two can let me enjoy it a little bit."

(End of this chapter)