Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 313 Odin was a man to be trifled with; he remained silent even in his dying moments.

Chu Zihang's desire for revenge is his obsession, his destiny, and an unyielding spirit etched deep within his soul.

Lu Mingfei understood this resolve, so he stood silently outside the storm, and even when Chu Zihang was repeatedly repelled by Odin's spear, his bones shattered and his blood splattered throughout the long night, he did not intervene.

This is Chu Zihang's unique battle for revenge.

But despite the fighting, Odin, that damned devil, actually wanted to kill, so Lu Mingfei had no choice but to step up and support his brother.

You can fight, but you can't kill.

This is the bottom line.

Lu Mingfei was injured but could not be healed; he recovered completely in the blink of an eye.

Even if you kill Lu Mingfei, you still won't find the way to the underworld to rescue people.

Gungnir, the inescapable spear in Norse mythology, once thrown, pierces through destiny; no defense, dodge, or even the passage of time can change its fate of piercing its target.

It represents absolute "accuracy," the ultimate judgment of all things by the king of gods.

However, Lu Mingfei is not included in this category.

He is the most powerful monster in the world, and even the gods cannot judge him.

Since Odin has thrown out the inescapable "cause and effect," he will respond with an unparalleled "sharpness" that can sever cause and effect!

The clash between the two divine weapons is a confrontation between rules, an ultimate battle between "sure hit" and "severing".

After the collision, Odin retreated, while Lu Mingfei stood still without moving.

Despite having the home advantage, local powerhouse Odin was unable to suppress the invading Lu Mingfei.

Because this has never been Odin's home ground.

He merely stole a territory and built a false kingdom of the dead, plotting behind the scenes.

But Lu Mingfei is different; this is his motherland, his hometown, and his territory!

Releasing his hand from Chu Zihang's back, Lu Mingfei patted his shoulder:

"Senior brother, your turn is over. It's my turn now."

As he spoke, he opened an umbrella and handed it to Erii, telling her to stay where she was. Then he walked past Chu Zihang and strode forward.

There, decaying bones covered the viaduct road, and in the distant, rising sea of ​​fog, the King of the Dead had recalled his spear, his single eye gazing into the distance.

"Pfft-"

Fingel forcefully pulled away the greedy Kili who was pressing down on him. His bronze skin and muscles as big as a silverback gorilla gradually returned to normal. His fair skin was covered with bruises, and an unhealthy flush flashed across his face. With the slightest movement, his bones and joints made a clear cracking sound, causing him to grimace.

But noticing Odin lurking in the side and Lu Mingfei recalling the white jade bone sword, Fingel realized that a battle he couldn't intervene in, or even just watching from too close, could crush him in the aftershocks, was about to begin. He quickly got up and ran towards the tollbooth.

As he passed by Lu Mingfei, he didn't forget to cheer him on, telling him to beat Odin to his knees.

Just as he stepped into the area behind Lu Mingfei, he heard a whisper that was almost blown away by the wind. Immediately afterward, the weakness and pain in his body began to subside. His bones, which had been overloaded by his strong muscles, stopped groaning. The injuries on his muscular upper body exposed to the air were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Fingel felt the changes in his body and truly felt that his battle today had not been in vain.

When he saw the red-haired girl looking over at him from beside the car, he didn't forget to pick up half of a tattered cloak from the ground and put it on to cover himself.

Lu Mingfei casually cast a healing spell on Fingel before leisurely walking towards Odin. He twirled the Kusanagi sword, and the dark clouds that had gathered in the sky began to drizzle again, but not a single raindrop could touch him.

Odin remained silent, and Lu Mingfei also kept quiet, as if he intended to carry out his previous harsh words to the end and beat Odin to death.

The two monsters stared intently at each other, the intensely oppressive atmosphere almost freezing the falling raindrops.

The newly landed ravens dared not make a loud noise, lest they disturb the great battle their masters had been eagerly anticipating.

They flapped their wings and left Odin's shoulder, circling high in the sky.

The King of the Dead, clad in heavy armor, moved.

He strode forward, spear in hand, the tip of the withered wood tearing through the ground, igniting an unquenchable flame.

The heavy metal combat boots clattered powerfully on the ground, and his imposing figure, so large that one could only look up at him, exuded an overwhelming sense of majesty, like a slowly advancing tsunami. A single glance from him was enough to make one feel breathless.

Fingal, wrapped in a tattered cloak, stood beside Chu Zihang. He saw Odin's activation stance from afar and couldn't help but gasp in amazement, wondering how Chu Zihang managed to suppress his instinctive fear and wield his sword against such an incredibly powerful being.

But when his gaze returned to the boy who even the rain had to make way for, he felt a deep sense of relief.

Fortunately, there's something even cooler here.

Lu Mingfei walked slowly forward, the tip of his sword touching the ground, drawing a long, thin ripple in the puddles.

His steps were relaxed, his posture casual, as if he were not heading towards a life-or-death duel, but simply taking a stroll after dinner.

But those burning golden eyes were fixed on Odin, with molten fury flowing deep within them.

Just as the two were rushing towards each other, only fifty meters apart...

Odin moved.

The tip of the withered wooden spear suddenly rose up, cracking the ground and creating a jagged chasm, with pale flames spreading along the crack.

His steps were heavy, like the beating of war drums, and each stomp of his metal boots shattered the road surface within a radius of several meters.

The spear felt as light as a feather in his hand, and its tip whistled like a ghost as it sliced ​​through the rain, aiming straight for Lu Mingfei's throat!

Lu Mingfei did not parry. He did not understand swordsmanship at all. The Kusanagi Sword was more like a cleaver in his hands. He gripped the hilt with both hands and delivered a powerful diagonal slash to Gungnir!

"clang--!!!"

The deafening clang of metal shattered the rain curtain, and the shockwave instantly dispersed the accumulated water within a ten-meter radius.

Lu Mingfei cleaved Odin's thrust with a single sword strike, and the withered wood spear and the white bone sword simultaneously emitted a clear and melodious sound.

Odin narrowed his single eye slightly, withdrew his spear, and twirled the shaft at his waist, the butt of the spear sweeping towards Lu Mingfei's waist like a scorpion's tail.

This sudden change of tactics was incredibly fast, the butt of the gun tearing through the air with a loud bang.

Lu Mingfei twisted his wrist to forcefully retract the Kusanagi Sword and then swung it upwards. The sword's edge collided with the spear's tail, sparks flew, and the two divine weapons separated at the first touch.

However, Lu Mingfei was more agile with the Kusanagi sword, and quickly sheathed his sword to thrust straight at Odin. Odin's armor alone could not withstand the sharpness of the Kusanagi sword and his immense strength.

"Wow--"

However, Odin flipped over, and the tattered cloak behind him obscured his vision while whipping out with a sharp gust of wind. Lu Mingfei's sword missed its mark, and with a "rip," the bone sword tore the cloak apart.

The crack widened instantly, revealing a view, but what came into Lu Mingfei's eyes was not Odin's imposing, armored figure, but a long, withered bone spear that shimmered with a dark golden light.

Gungnir transformed into a dark golden lightning bolt and thrust forward, the tip of his spear tearing through the air with a piercing shriek.

This shot was faster than the limits of human reaction, yet its trajectory was extremely cunning, sealing off all angles for evasion.

But Lu Mingfei didn't need to hide at all.

"clang!"

A blinding spark suddenly exploded in the rain as the Kusanagi Sword pressed down with overwhelming force, precisely striking the tip of the Gungnir spear three inches away.

The deafening clang of metal striking metal made the surrounding raindrops pause for a moment. Odin felt an unimaginable force coming from the gun barrel, which made his arms slightly numb, and the metal bracers groaned pitifully.

"Too slow! My daughter can play whack-a-mole faster than you!"

Lu Mingfei sneered, flicked his wrist, and the sword blade slashed along the spear shaft toward Odin's spear-holding finger. This change of move was so fast that it almost turned into a blur.

Every spearman knows how to deal with this kind of attack, and Odin, being a battle-hardened god, almost instinctively flipped his spear shaft down to block, the shaft and blade meeting without moving an inch.

It appears to be a power struggle, but it is not.

Odin suddenly reached out with his other hand, his five fingers like hooks grabbing at Lu Mingfei's wrist holding the sword, attempting to snatch this peerless divine weapon.

However, Lu Mingfei didn't buy it at all and used his left hand to punch Odin in the face!
This punch was simple and unadorned, yet it was so fast that it created a sonic boom in the air!
"boom!"

Odin was forced to change his tactics, spreading his large hand to block the path of the punch.

But Lu Mingfei's fist unexpectedly changed direction twice in mid-air, slamming heavily into Gungnir, who was locked in a stalemate. Taking advantage of the moment the balance was broken, he raised his leg and delivered a vicious knee strike, aiming straight for Odin's groin.

"Hiss—" In the distance, Fingel gasped, instinctively squeezing his legs together: "This...this...this is too brutal!"

Odin hastily raised his leg to block, and the metal shin guard collided with Lu Mingfei's knee, producing a dull thud that made your teeth ache.

The two simultaneously used the momentum to leap backward, creating a distance of several meters between them. Lu Mingfei landed steadily, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

他甩了甩手腕，天丛云剑在雨中划出一道优美的弧线，剑尖直指奥丁，终究没忍住说起了骚话：“就这？我隔壁刘奶奶拿擀面杖揍她孙子都比你有劲儿！”

As if enraged by this provocation, thunder suddenly roared in the sky.

Odin raised his spear high above his head, its tip pointing straight to the heavens.

A bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket struck down and wrapped around Gungnir, instantly enveloping the gun in a swirling aura of lightning.

Odin strode forward, his spear flashing like a dragon.

This shot was faster than the limits of human vision. All the people present saw was a blinding bolt of lightning tearing through the rain curtain and heading straight for Lu Mingfei's heart!

However, Lu Mingfei narrowed his golden eyes and instead of dodging, he gripped his sword with both hands and delivered a simple yet powerful slash to meet the lightning!

"boom--!!!"

Amidst a deafening explosion, lightning crackled across the sword's edge. But shockingly, the currents, powerful enough to turn an ordinary person to charcoal, vanished without a trace the instant they touched the Kusanagi Sword.

A hint of surprise flashed in Odin's single eye, but his fighting instincts made him immediately change his tactics.

The spear tip twitched strangely, bypassing the sword's edge and thrusting towards Lu Mingfei's heart again. This spear strike was extremely cunning, almost sealing off all angles for evasion.

But the person who was shot did something that shocked everyone!
Lu Mingfei immediately released the Kusanagi Sword, letting the divine sword fall, while simultaneously dodging the spear tip and gripping the shaft with both hands like iron clamps!
Chu Zihang's gaze faltered slightly, while Fingel's face showed astonishment: "Oh my god, what was that?!"

The next moment, the answer is revealed.

Lu Mingfei used his waist and abdomen to lift Odin up, gun and all, and threw him out like a javelin!
Moreover, the instant Odin flew out, he added a fierce flying kick, swatting away the opponent's hand that was trying to seize the Ame-no-Murakumo sword.

Chu Zihang opened his mouth, but was speechless again, though this time it wasn't because he was speechless.

Instead, they were speechless with astonishment at this fighting style that relied solely on overwhelming power, without relying on exquisite skills.

After throwing Odin out, Lu Mingfei casually caught the falling Kusanagi sword and looked up at the King of the Dead who was about to fly off the overpass.

Odin adjusted his posture in mid-air, his tattered cloak fluttering. The runes on his bronze mask suddenly lit up, causing him to hover eerily in the air just before he was about to fly off the overpass. His single eye looked down at Lu Mingfei.

He raised his spear high, silently summoning thunder, as if to unleash divine punishment upon Lu Mingfei.

However, Lu Mingfei merely smiled dismissively and snapped his fingers:
"No glues (enemies cannot cast spells)!"

As this StarCraft secret was uttered, the thunderclouds that had gathered in the sky suddenly dissipated, and Odin fell like a puppet with its strings cut.

Although she reacted quickly and landed lightly on the steel railing without falling into the endless darkness below, the momentary loss of composure was undeniably real.

His divine authority has been completely shattered.

“I really like this saying.” Lu Mingfei raised his sword and pointed it at Odin, “In the world of dragons, the battle between kings can only end with bloodshed!”

"So, are you the king?"

As if in response to this provocation, Odin slowly straightened up and drew a black iron sword from behind his back.

Ancient runes were engraved on the sword, giving it an ominous aura.

"You want to cosplay Gandalf the Dual-Wielding Berserker?!" Lu Mingfei curled his lip, his eyes full of disdain.

Odin assumed a fighting stance, his spear pointing to the ground and his iron sword held across his chest.

The next second, his figure suddenly blurred, leaving only the twisted and deformed steel railing in place!

"Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The clanging of metal rang out like a torrential downpour, and Odin transformed into a black whirlwind, his spear and sword weaving a web of death.

The spear primarily attacks the upper body, while the iron sword targets the lower body; the two weapons work together seamlessly, each strike aimed directly at vital points.

Lu Mingfei remained calm.

He wielded the sword with both hands, responding with the most basic slashing and parrying techniques. Although he used a longsword with knife skills, his terrifying speed and power made each strike powerful and heavy, completely unaffected by the constraints of the weapon.

The Kusanagi sword seemed to come alive in his hands, sometimes as powerful and heavy as a giant axe, sometimes as forceful as a giant axe, and sometimes as majestic and powerful as a giant axe.

No matter how fancy your methods are, I can overcome them all with my own strength!

Don't ask, the key is that great effort can bring miracles!

"That was too fast!" Fingel rubbed his eyes. He could no longer see the two people's movements clearly, and could only see a series of sparks blooming in the rain.

Chu Zihang's expression was solemn. At this moment, all signs of his dragon transformation had disappeared, and he had reverted to the icy rich guy. The price was that his super physical abilities and five senses brought by the blood surge were weakened, and he could only see the afterimages of the battle.

These two actually achieved a speed comparable to Fujiwara Shinnosuke's Time Zero using only their physical abilities!
Erii, undoubtedly possessing the highest bloodline among the three present, stared wide-eyed at Lu Mingfei, who effortlessly parried and countered Odin's relentless onslaught, even managing to utter a mocking remark in the afterglow. She couldn't help but mutter a quiet sigh of admiration:
"Sakura is amazing!"

If it were her, she would probably have been beaten so badly that she would have called for Sakura and her brother to come to her rescue.

The battle intensified, Odin's spear and sword attacks grew faster and faster, golden light shone brightly from his single eye, and a thin mist of blood seeped from the gaps in his armor.

Seeing this, Lu Mingfei was unsure whether Odin was overdrawing the puppet's body or something else, so he quickened his attack and added three more points of force to his hands.

Suddenly, he seized an opening, and the Kusanagi Sword cut into the gap between the iron sword and the spear at an incredible angle, slashing at Odin's breastplate!

"boom!"

The breastplate, crafted from fine gold, shattered instantly, revealing the dark leather armor beneath.

Lu Mingfei pressed his advantage relentlessly, shifting his sword stance and unleashing another horizontal slash.

Odin raised his spear to parry, but Lu Mingfei suddenly changed his move, his sword blade slashing upwards and striking Odin's iron sword squarely!

"Qiang!"

The iron sword flew out of his hand and embedded itself deeply in a concrete pillar in the distance.

Before Odin could react, Lu Mingfei had already swept a whip kick across his knee, denting and deforming the metal shin guards, and the god almost fell to his knees.

“It’s over!” Lu Mingfei said coldly.

The Kusanagi Sword was raised high and brought down with the force of splitting the heavens and earth!
Odin raised his spear to block, but the power of the sword was far beyond imagination. Gungnir was bent and deformed by the blow, and the remaining force of the sword still slammed heavily into Odin's shoulder armor!
The adamantine armor shattered like paper, revealing the broken, fine dragon scales and the torn, fleshy shoulders beneath.

"boom!"

The immense force struck, and Odin could no longer support his broken leg, suddenly kneeling on one knee.

Lu Mingfei grabbed the gun with one hand, pulled Odin's unbalanced body back, and delivered a powerful whip kick.
"boom!!!"

The kick landed squarely on Odin's face, shattering the bronze mask. The heavily armored god was sent flying like a cannonball, his armor colliding and scraping against the asphalt road as he tumbled, sending fragments flying everywhere.

The final impact was deafening as Odin's body slammed heavily onto the eight-legged winged horse's corpse, which had long since turned into dark gold bones. The immense impact crushed the bones into dust, sending up plumes of black and white smoke that rose into the sky like a funeral rite for a god.

The rumbling thunder in the sky gradually subsided, and the already light rain became even more gentle. The pitch-black sky quietly faded, revealing a melancholy deep blue, as if this land of the dead was mourning its master.

Lu Mingfei raised his sword and waved it lightly, and the smoke and dust in the distance dissipated.

Fingel peered around from a distance for a moment, making sure there was no danger, before pulling out his DV camera and running over like a paparazzi scrambling for the headline.

Chu Zihang and Erii followed closely behind, walking along the furrows plowed out by Odin to get closer. They saw the King of the Dead, his limbs twisted and his armor broken, looking like a dead dog. Lu Mingfei was raising his hand to tear off the mask that seemed to be welded to "Odin's" face.

Beneath the mask was a pale, lifeless white male face. His right eye was stitched up with black thread. His features were not distorted by the kick, and it was still clear that he was handsome beyond ordinary people.

At this moment, the golden flame in his single eye had dimmed, blood was flowing from his seven orifices, his breathing had stopped, and his chest was no longer rising and falling.

Fingel took photos from multiple angles to commemorate the occasion, then reached out to check her breath and pulse, confirming the diagnosis:

"Junior brother, you killed him."

"He was still a man, he didn't utter a sound even in death." Lu Mingfei nodded slightly.

Chu Zihang looked at the lips that were also sewn together with thick black thread and was slightly speechless, but in the end he did not express any opinion.

Thankfully, the face under the mask wasn't a familiar Asian face.

He had some concerns at first, but after seeing Odin's overly muscular physique, he was certain it couldn't be that man.

But as he regained his composure, he looked around at the vast, desolate land of the dead, Nibelungen, his brow furrowing deeply.

If Dad isn't here, where would he go?

Could I be like this puppet, wearing a mask and sent to other countries to carry out some nefarious killing mission?
(End of this chapter)