Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Doesn’t Want to Become a Night City Legend

Chapter 305 Mentor
Besieged by Chaimi and Fenrir, Pompeii's back was once again exposed.

The fleeting opportunity left Lu Mingfei with no time to hesitate; he charged forward! At the same time, he kept a close eye on Pompeii's movements—he was certain that the opponent had no chance to retaliate.

We had no choice but to act.

Even though Lu Mingfei knew that Pompeii's actions were unpredictable, his bloodlust was not inexhaustible.

He was unwilling to leave the victory entirely to Xia Mi and Fenrir.

middle!----------

Lu Mingfei's figure was like a film reel edited into reality; in one frame he was still in the smoke of battle a hundred meters away, and in the next frame he was clinging tightly to Odin's cloak.

His grip on the [Rage] sword, held in reverse, resembled a bowstring stretched to its limit. As the blade tip tore through the air from bottom to top, even the roar was cut off—this strike should have pierced the God-King's back.

But just as the blade was about to touch the silver armor, the whole world suddenly fell into a thick silence.

Lu Mingfei was 'unable to move'.

No.

It wasn't an external force that restricted it, but rather, in this rapid exchange, it was like a lone leaf inserted into the cracks of time; even if it could sense it, it was unable to make any move.

But his peripheral vision was enough to clearly confirm that it existed.

A blurry shadow appeared beside him.

The silver armor was the kind of clothing Odin often wore when he disguised himself with other people.

But this time it's different. This time, the person mischievously only used half a mask.

And that exposed half of her face was...
"School principal————"

In the frozen moment, sound cannot travel.

With a push of his palm, the blade began to move forward, and the force could no longer stop it. Lu Mingfei's previously unfocused pupils suddenly sharpened—it was accelerating even further.

rub!----!------

The splashing lava solidified into the shape of blood coral, and the blood droplets that were flung out hovered in mid-air.

Lu Mingfei's bulging muscles were still in a state of tension, but in the reflection of his profile, a figure wearing a silver mask emerged from the folds of time, like a developing film.

The figure moved with the elegance of cutting a thread, the folding knife in hand moving slowly, very slowly.
It precisely pierced Lu Mingfei's left chest.

At the same time, Lu Mingfei's sword pierced through Pompeii.

The two cried out in pain almost simultaneously.

scandium!--

But as the blade pierced the muscle, the same metallic clanging sound erupted.

It's internal organs.

Both Lu Mingfei and Pompeii chose to accept the other's attack at the same time to lure the enemy into injury, completely dislocating the internal organs of the parts of themselves that were about to be attacked, and then using the bronze throne to harden their muscles and clamp the weapon!
Lu Mingfei's pupils contracted in excruciating pain, but he dared not stop. Instead, he and Pompeii launched a counterattack almost simultaneously as they prepared to withdraw from the battlefield.

However, they were still a step too slow.

Even with his steel-like muscles holding the weapon in place, he couldn't match the speed of the opponent's movements. Lu Mingfei, Pompeii, and the assassin separated almost simultaneously.

It was at this moment that Lu Mingfei was able to vent his inner surprise and rage.

"Pompeii, you..."

"Hey, hey, hey, don't get angry, or I won't say I didn't warn you!"

Pompeii grinned, touched the wound on his chest, and began to heal with a grimacing expression.

The assassin who appeared beside him was someone Lu Mingfei knew all too well.

He was tall and slender, and although he was over a hundred years old, he still maintained an elegant posture, as if time had only left wisdom on him rather than old age.

Her silver-white hair was meticulously combed back, her face was angular, and beneath her deep-set eyes were a pair of sharp, eagle-like pale gold eyes.

Hilbert Jean Angers, Principal of the College of Kassel.

This guy.
Lu Mingfei then remembered that the reason they were being chased was because the principal was seriously injured.

Considering that Chu Tianjiao was controlled by Odin, how come I didn't think about the possibility that Angers was being used as Odin's puppet to deal with me?

Is it because we've faced too many problems that we've forgotten?
No, I didn't think about it subconsciously. Because that's Angers, after all.

He was the mentor who led him into the world of mixed races. Although they were on different sides, Lu Mingfei never thought of fighting this man. Moreover, he absolutely respected and acknowledged Angers' fighting prowess.

Even though his age prevented him from constantly operating on the front lines, Angers also never showed Lu Mingfei his full strength.

Being recognized as the world's strongest is hardly a significant achievement, but Angers' ability to single-handedly intimidate the board of directors, coupled with the awareness of the existence of 'private soldiers' and a dark monarch, leads Lu Mingfei to believe that Angers definitely possesses stronger trump cards than imagined.

But now, whatever that trump card is, it has become his own enemy.

This is really
No, I don't want to think about it now.

In short, first, get the principal under control.

"Well!"

Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth and clicked his tongue.

He clutched his chest, somewhat surprised.

The wound heals very slowly.

He glanced sharply at the folding knife in Angers' hand and immediately understood.

【poison】

Angers' folding knife lacks strong lethality; it is an assassin-specific weapon, thus possessing the attribute of poison, making it an alchemical weapon capable of truly killing the Dragon King.

He is certainly not as noble as the Seven Deadly Sins, but he is absolutely deadly.

It could even be described as a special attack against people.

There are so many things I want to complain about. Why is Angers so obsessed with training his special attack against humans? Could it be that he already knew that dragons would eventually become human?
And what is the current situation like in the eyes of the students in Kassel, including Kaiser Chuzi and Kojiro Mingfei? Has even the principal rebelled?

Perhaps it was the poison that caused Lu Mingfei to start having wild thoughts on the battlefield. Pompey, of course, did not give him the chance, but had already prepared to attack. However, he was fighting Fenrir and Xia Mi and was therefore unable to escape for the time being.

And what about Angers?

Unharmed, he was granted the power of the [Wind Element] by the King of the Sky and Wind, and now he attacked Lu Mingfei at super speed! During the process, he was chased by countless blades of judgment, but he dodged them all. As a hybrid who had reached the pinnacle of the [Wind] domain, without the restrictions that Xia Mi and Fenrir had, the judgment had no chance of hitting him.

But it's enough to buy time and lock onto the enemy's route.

boom!
The next instant, a brute force capable of shattering mountains and splitting rocks collided together.

Lu Mingfei had thought he would gain an absolute advantage.

but--

[Fourth Bloodbath]

Both sides simultaneously unfurled their bone wings, their eyes wide with utter astonishment.

His pupils blazed with a fiery light like molten gold, his muscles swelled as his dragon blood boiled, and the air was torn apart with a sharp whistling sound wherever his blade passed.

Lu Mingfei's sword, "Rage," tore through the air, his shoulder and back muscles taut like a bowstring, slashing upwards, shattering the bricks and stones on the ground.

Scandium! Whoosh! ——! ——————

Angers' folding knife twirled between his fingers, his wrist slightly twisted, and a silver glint pierced towards his throat—clang! In the instant sparks flew, Lu Mingfei's hand went numb, and his nostrils filled with the acrid smell of burning metal.

Hurry, hurry.

The blades clashed and tore at each other, leaving afterimages. Suddenly, the field of vision tilted, and Ange's figure left a trail of afterimages on the retina. A sharp pain shot through the left abdomen as the folding knife grazed the ribs, a drop of blood hovering in slow motion.
He twisted his waist and hips, unleashing a furious horizontal slash. The wind from the blade swept across, sending dust and stones flying like hail. Anger leaned back to dodge, crushing the ground, and then, as he twisted behind him, his folding blade pecked at his eye like a venomous snake—

"Principal! I wish you always put in this much effort in battle!"

Clang! The shockwave from the clash of the two blades shattered the surroundings.

Lu Mingfei's eardrums were ringing, and he could taste the rust seeping from between his teeth.

Angers' pupils remained as calm as ice.

The difference in their condition became apparent at this moment.

Moreover, the enemy he was facing was his mentor, whom he could not kill.

So what should we do?
(End of this chapter)