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

Chapter 308 Backstab
Damn it, Lu Mingfei, how could this be?
Neither Xia Mi nor Chu Zihang could believe the possibility of Lu Mingfei's defeat.

But that is indeed the reality.

A broken tree trunk lay across the muddy ground, and fallen leaves, scorched by fire elements in the distance, crackled underfoot.

Fenrir didn't know much, and he wasn't familiar with Lu Mingfei and Angers, but if his sister told him to smash something, he would go for it without hesitation.

boom!!--------

The dragon's body rolled over the bushes, its scales scraping the bark and sending wood chips flying.

It roared and pounced on Pompeii, its claws tearing through the air. The sudden attack was indeed fierce, and Pompeii was somewhat taken aback.

But the attack was intercepted at the last moment by the silver-white figure—Angers cut into the battlefield with near teleportation speed, the blade grazing the dragon's claw, sparks scattering onto the damp moss.

After being enhanced by the elements, he shouldn't have possessed enough power to directly stop the Dragon King.

However, his skills as a warrior made up for all of that.

As a super hybrid, Lu Mingfei's year as a mercenary propelled him to an unparalleled level, giving him a significant advantage in battles against other species, and Angers was no different.

For a century, the Avenger has been searching for the blood of his enemies on the battlefield. His skills are at the pinnacle of human ability, to the point that others cannot even get close to him.

He is the 'mentor' of the Kassel trio, who have never won a single game together.

Using the element of wind, Fenrir's force was deflected from the side, and he pushed it away with the elegance of a Tai Chi master parting his mane. For Angers, this effortless movement was as simple as breathing.

"!!"

Knowing that they couldn't wait any longer, Chu Zihang made a breakthrough from the flank.

He vanished in a blur, his katana tracing a chilling arc, his golden eyes aimed directly at Pompeii's waist and abdomen.

scandium!--!----

But, it's too late.

Angers moved like a ghost, his scabbard parrying precisely, and with a backhand elbow strike, he forced Chu Zihang back three steps.

In the distance, Erii's judgment descended silently, the air twisting into invisible blades, but before they could touch Angers, he dodged to the side, only severing a pine branch.

The high temperature melted the pine wood, and the broken part slowly fell to the ground.

Pompeii staggered back, panting, leaning against an oak tree, sweat dripping down his chin.

He was nearing his physical limit, but he was smiling.

A top-tier battlefield, a war of attrition between the two sides.

This is what we call "hand".

Continuously leverage available resources to gain an advantage, and then play your trump card at the end.

Silver Knight: Angers

It was worth it that he never sought an opportunity to kill Angers for a hundred years, even befriending him, sharing his developed technology with him, and helping him grow. It was also worth it that he used this friendship as a weapon, betraying him at the last moment to obtain this Joker.

Under the current circumstances, they are simply no match for Angers.

boom! boom! boom!
Unlike Pompeii, who finally relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief, Angers' movements became increasingly fierce. His silver armor gleamed among the shadows of the trees, and each thrust seemed to anticipate the trajectory of everyone's attacks. Jun Yan scorched the low bushes, but only grazed Angers' afterimage; Chu Zihang's sword strikes became increasingly impatient, leaving deep cracks in the tree trunks, but he could not even catch Angers' hem.

Angers firmly controlled the rhythm of the battle; his swordsmanship lacked flashy moves, relying solely on precise interceptions and counterattacks.

Facing the charging dragon, he used its momentum to leap onto its back. His blade flashed, flowers danced wildly, and it seemed as if lightning had passed through every corner of the dragon's body, while the blade slashed down with even greater speed!

roar!--!--------

Even Fenrir couldn't help but let out a shrill scream. In the shadows of the forest, a silver-white figure, like the Grim Reaper, bounced between tree trunks, silently reaping the weaknesses of each attack.

Lu Mingfei's loss of manpower has already made the opposing team show signs of fatigue.

Victory is just a hair's breadth away.

Pompeii knew this and gave the order without hesitation.

"return."

At the command, Angers' body froze instantly, his afterimage gradually dissipated, and the silver knight arrived beside Pompeii.

"Go and take care of that woman named Erii."

Pompeii followed his past judgment. By gradually weakening the human forces, he could achieve a tangible victory.

Angers' initial strike significantly determined the outcome of the battle, and Pompeii chose Lu Mingfei over Erii.

Now, even if Lu Mingfei is not dead, he cannot intervene in the battle, so killing Erii is naturally more in line with our interests.

Is the battle finally coming to an end?
By this point, Pompeii was feeling somewhat tired and weary.

Suddenly, I felt empty inside.

Why would Pompeii, with its overwhelming advantage, deliberately create the current situation?

Although it could only be used a few times and was limited, Pompeii had countless ways to win since it could change the world's memory of a particular individual.

But in the end, they will all lose.

The Dragon King is a creature capable of predicting the future to a certain extent, and the King of the Sky and the King of the Wind, who are closely related to [time], are even more so.

He knew perfectly well that if he didn't infiltrate the human interest groups, even if he killed Xia Mi, Fenrir would be useless and would still be wiped out by the concentrated power of the state.

He knew perfectly well that Lu Mingfei was someone he could not kill; killing him would only lead to his immediate defeat.

Numerous restrictions force him to continue along the current route.

But on the eve of victory, he felt no sense of reality.

too long.

From the beginning of the 20th century to now, too much time has passed.

Even though dragons have a lifespan of a thousand years, Pompeii felt dazed.

It's about density.

A century for humans is more interesting than a millennium for the dragons, and the friendship with Angers is also a rare fluctuation, perhaps the most significant in a thousand years.

but
Even if you feel regretful, you still have to take the last step.

Angers retreated to Pompeii's side, his body wreathed in wind element, gathering his strength as if to turn and leave.

Pompeii, mustering his strength, grabbed the replica of Kungnir and prepared to move forward—

puff.

It was at this very moment.

Darkness has fallen.

Just as he dodged Xia Mi's attack once again, Judgment struck from behind.

Pompeii was certain, entrusting the responsibility to Angers.

But that's it.

boom! !

The trial struck Pompeii squarely in the back.

"Well!!!"

The White King's most powerful and lethal incantation struck his body, causing him to fall forward uncontrollably. Not only that, but in the instant his body stiffened, a folding knife pierced his kidney, penetrating deep into his internal organs from the bottom up!
"!!!"

That is
Golden Eyes drew straight golden threads through the air.

Pompeii looked incredulously at the enemy that had appeared to his side.

In the almost still space, he could see the other person clearly.

"Angers?"

He attacked himself?

Was Angers released because Lu Mingfei broke free of his control?

No, how could Pompeii not have considered this possibility?

However, his contract with Angers was an alchemical contract, a supreme contract using the alchemical tool [Silver Mask], which was impossible to make contact with from the very beginning!
in the end
what happened?
(End of this chapter)