Dragon Clan: I am Lu Mingfei, the Intelligence Strategist, the God of Concepts!

Chapter 248 Then we'll have to arrange a meeting in person.

"Hey! Wait a minute, Mingfei, why are you pulling out your belt?"

Angers was taken aback. He looked around. Although there weren't many people around the Splendid Hotel for the time being, Lu Mingfei's action of pulling at his waist was really frightening.

"Sharpen your spear before the battle, even if it's not sharp, it will shine."

Lu Mingfei couldn't hold back any longer before they even finished listening. Damn it, those four old guys were definitely here to cause trouble. Just looking at those documents, he could already picture what was about to happen.

It's nothing more than a power grab, stirring up trouble, pointing the sword at someone, and trying to smooth things over – all in one go, followed by a few lines from the leader of the feudal lords: "With a formidable enemy at hand, we must not lose our composure." I was already annoyed, and now this has to happen?
I can't be bothered to find out where these people get their information.
"Where are they now?"

Lu Mingfei shook his belt, his expression quite fierce.

"Calm down! Mingfei, calm down!"

Angers was quite frightened by Lu Mingfei's appearance and grabbed his arm in an extremely inelegant manner.

"What's going on? Are we going to take this slowly?"

Lu Mingfei turned his head, his expression quite displeased. "Norma said before that there are even people within the Secret Party who want to contact the 'Imperial Descendants'... If I'm not mistaken, it'll be the elders. Principal Angers, don't forget what kind of people they are. Even if your uncle can tolerate it, your aunt can't, right?"

The strength in his arm visibly loosened.

Angers paused, then said softly, "No... I mean tonight."

……

The Splendid Hotel, the official accommodation chosen by the Board of Trustees, is a glass-encased building facing the bay. From the outside, the tempered glass curtain wall reflects the blue sea and sky, with fishing harbors and coconut trees in the distance, making for a stunning view.

In fact, after hearing the news brought by the elders, Angers also wanted to take action.

These old guys somehow got hold of the 'King of Bronze and Fire,' using it simply as a prerequisite for their participation and to prove the Council of Elders' strength. As for what happens next...

Naturally, the meeting planned to discuss how to deal with the Dragon King and how to properly handle the current situation.

In previous years, Professor Mans of the Kassel College was in charge of following up on matters related to the Three Gorges Dam. The "2005-2008 Yangtze River Basin Survey Report" was ostensibly an academic report related to geology and hydrology, but in reality, it was entirely based on the framework of "Qing Nang Shu" (a traditional Chinese medicine theory).

The art of the green bag, also known as the art of green crows or the art of land surveying, is another name for the ancient Chinese science of feng shui. In feng shui, "wind" represents vital energy and field energy, while "water" represents flow and change. The core idea of ​​feng shui is harmony between humanity and nature, pursuing the state of "unity of heaven and man." Its main purpose is to observe and discover the rules and secrets of nature.
Then, one can profit from doing things in accordance with these rules to align with the will of Heaven, such as burial or moving to a new house; dragon burial sites and dragon tombs are also included in this.

This is a profound and mysterious discipline passed down from our ancestors, which studies the laws of the environment and the universe.

...Of course, not Professor Mans's ancestor.

Professor Mans' full name is Mans Rundstedt, and he is a German through and through. His four-year exploration in the Yangtze River basin was originally a collaborative project.

Yes, with the Chen family.

The Chen family had previously maintained close ties with the Peruvian party.

Until the Chen family's collaboration with the Dragon King was exposed and they fell from power, the orthodox faction expelled them, and Professor Mans was forced to return to Kassel College along with all the secret party branches and institutions in the country. The relevant projects were taken over by the orthodox Zhou family of Xiangyang and the Wu family of Shu.

However, the Secret Party has never been willing to give up. The research department of Kassel College has long concluded that several important figures of the dragon race, at the prince level, are in slumber in China and are about to awaken. Therefore, Kassel College made Chinese a compulsory course more than a decade ago.

The princes are the four kings under the dragon emperor, Nidhogg the Black Dragon.

The dragon in the Three Gorges area was at least a sub-species, and it was very likely the legendary 'King of Bronze and Fire', a fact that has now been confirmed.

In this battle to annihilate the Dragon King, the elders of the Secret Party were naturally unwilling to hand it over to the orthodox authorities. Therefore, the four elder families of the Secret Party, the old guys who always considered themselves the "orthodox" of the Secret Party, finally couldn't hold back and chose to return to the scene. Their first target was Angers, whom they considered no different from a traitor who signed a humiliating treaty.

After exchanging pleasantries on the cruise ship, the two sides immediately parted on bad terms.

The four elders, using this top-secret intelligence as a stepping stone to the board of directors, will inevitably contradict Angers' faction at this routine meeting.

……

late at night.

Lu Mingfei sat in his room, without turning on the lights or drawing the curtains, silently gazing at the sea and the moon.

In one day, Lu Mingfei had roughly toured the entire Portofino area.

It can also be called scouting.

The vast majority of board members were not very interested in this seaside tourist town. On the one hand, they were already tired of it, and on the other hand, their time was precious, so they planned to arrive right on time for their meeting tomorrow morning.

Angers is right, we have to wait until tonight.

The elders who arrived early were equally indifferent to luxury goods and deluxe ocean view rooms. They chose to take a cruise ship out to sea during the day, but finding a ship on the vast ocean was not easy.

"Woo——"

The desolate sound of musical instruments rose from outside; the sound wasn't loud, but it had the illusion of drowning out the sound of the wind and the waves.

Lu Mingfei suddenly raised his eyebrows, sensing an invitation in the melody.

He wasn't particularly knowledgeable about music theory. Whether it was a timeless masterpiece or light music from anime, without CG visuals, it was simply a matter of whether it sounded good or bad. Unless it was particularly torturous, he wouldn't even bother to click "dislike." But in this piece of music, he truly felt the meaning of "invitation."

It's not the music and notes themselves, but the transmission of 'spirit'.

It is clearly an extremely sophisticated technique.

Lu Mingfei roughly understood something.
"I was originally planning to come to your place for a talk, but I didn't expect you to come to me on your own initiative?" He smirked, then simply opened the window and jumped out.

After taking two steps, I jumped over the dimly lit courtyard wall and landed lightly on the cold, damp beach at night.

Sure enough, in the distance, under the moonlight, a figure as large as a marble monument stood with his back to him, wearing a black cloak, playing a desolate harmonica tune on the edge of the tide.

As the last note faded, the figure slowly turned, lifted the brim of the cloak to reveal a face covered in fine, grayish-white scales, between which lay deep, aged wrinkles.

"Lu Mingfei is a member of the board of directors."

The old man accurately recited Lu Mingfei's name and identity, then tucked his harmonica into his breast pocket, his golden eyes gleaming with a blood-red luster.

“My name is…Beowulf.”

Snap, snap——

Moonlight spilled onto the beach in the bay. Lu Mingfei's eyes shone brightly as he met those golden eyes with a blank expression, and he clapped his hands lightly.

"You played the zither well, Ting."

Name: Luo Weiwei

【Age: 151/156】

[Bloodline: S]

【Combat strength: 1152】

[Primal Spiritual Power: 841]...

[Special Status: Dragon Blood Contamination, Bloodlust (Passive)]

[Word of Power: Immortality]

[Tags: Beowulf, Dragonblood, Warrior, Head of the Beowulf Family, Squad Leader, Slaughterer, King of the Battlefield, Reckless...]

……

During the off-season, when the area is closed to tourists, the beach at Potofino Bay is always quiet at night, with moonlight shining on the sand and the continuous waves crashing around you.

Beowulf was quite burly, standing there like a thick limestone tombstone, separating the tide from the shore.

"Dragon's blood contamination..."

Lu Mingfei stared at the top of Beowulf's head, observing the various data.

This is a very common [special situation]. When scouting the location in the afternoon, Angers gave Lu Mingfei a detailed introduction to the four elder families, especially the most powerful Beowulf.

Before the Industrial Revolution, slaying dragons was an extremely dangerous undertaking. The Secret Society could only rely on its own bloodline, alchemy, and the dragon-slaying swords passed down from its ancestors.

Even within the notoriously ruthless Secret Society, the Beowulf family were absolute ruthless dragon slayers.

This mad family feeds every newborn boy a highly poisonous dragon blood crystal. If the boy's bloodline is strong enough to withstand the poison, he will become the next generation of warriors. If he doesn't survive, he will be buried in the family cemetery, where his other brothers will accompany him.

Historically, the Beowulf family rarely had more than ten members qualified as 'warriors,' and there have even been instances where a single generation of the Beowulf family had no warriors whatsoever—a complete break in lineage.

However, the Beowulf family's position within the Secret Society has never wavered, remaining even more stable than that of the Gottingen family, which relied on the inheritance of alchemical knowledge.

The counterpart to the 'Dragonblood Eater' is the 'Mentor'.

Beowulf's position in the Secret Service's personal military strength was equivalent to Flamel's position in alchemy.

"Forcibly absorbing dragon blood... to enhance one's bloodline."

Dragon blood can modify human genes, and as the least toxic 'heart's blood,' it also carries the spiritual power of the dragons themselves.

Lu Mingfei recalled the Zhou family's lineage that Nuwa had once introduced to him. There were certain similarities between the two; the former involved the lower body manifesting as a snake.

The latter is the appearance of Beowulf in front of him.

Under the moonlight, the old man's aged hands, which emerged from his sleeves, also reflected a faint light. Not only his face, but also the surface of his hands was covered with fine white scales.

Beowulf narrowed his eyes as he scrutinized Lu Mingfei. A vertical line faintly appeared in his blood-red golden pupils—a vertical pupil feature usually only seen in pure-blooded dragons and high-ranking death servants. Stable hybrids' golden pupils are all the same shape as normal humans, differing only in brightness and subtle color.

"It seems you are a bit stronger than I thought."

Beowulf's voice was as cold as a tombstone, "You actually had the courage to look me in the eye."

“You’re the same,” Lu Mingfei said calmly.
“I originally thought the Secret Service was full of businessmen who were only interested in fame and fortune, but there are different levels of businessmen, and you are slightly better than them.”

"very good."

To Lu Mingfei's words of praise, he heard nothing less than a provocation.
Beowulf couldn't remember how many years it had been since anyone dared to speak to him like that.

But his dignified face showed no change, and the gold in his eyes gradually faded, revealing a desolate gray-blue... because he saw Lu Mingfei deliberately conceal his golden pupils, and his eyes became a clear black and white.

"This young man's bloodline is stronger than he imagined; simply unleashing his dragon's might with his golden eyes won't be enough to defeat him," Beowulf realized.
The gold in his eyes diminished slightly, but not completely; this was the limit he could achieve. The scales on his skin remained unchanged.

In the theory of the Secret Party, 'bloodline disorder' is an abnormal phenomenon that occurs when a hybrid's bloodline boils, and one of the most representative abnormal phenomena is the golden eye.

The Secret Society believes that when bloodline disorder affects the Golden Eyes, the hybrid will lose control over their ability to freely activate and deactivate them. They may never be able to ignite the Golden Eyes, or they may never be able to deactivate them. They explain this using modern genetics, suggesting that the genetic chain itself has problems, such as broken or recombined chains. The cause is often attributed to the corrosive effects of dragon blood, where chemicals like heavy metals and benzene compounds alter the genetic chain. This results in scales growing on the face, and sharpened nails and teeth, making them more threatening in combat.

The Beowulf family has been openly and legitimately profiting from the disorder of their bloodlines.

"I've heard about you."

Beowulf did not continue trying, and slowly spoke,

"On The Rhine."

"?"

Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized what was happening.

"The Rhine" is the name of a journal, and its status in the hybrid academic world is comparable to that of "Science" and "Nature." However, it encompasses more than just conventional fields such as physics, chemistry, and medicine; it is a journal covering a comprehensive discipline. Every hybrid scholar researching the science of words, alchemy, and bioengineering dreams of leaving their paper in it. For example, if a tenured professor from another university wants to transfer to a tenured professorship at Kassel College, in addition to successfully mentoring a student, there is a prerequisite: publishing at least one first-author paper or two second-author papers in "The Rhine." This is the basic threshold.

In other words, if the battlefield of slaying dragons is the stage for combat-oriented hybrids, then The Rhine is the stage for 'liberal arts' hybrids, who use knowledge to change the world.

"Are you joking?"

Lu Mingfei raised an eyebrow. He certainly didn't have time to follow the format for publishing papers. If his name appeared in a journal, it would most likely be as an experimental subject.

“It seems you haven’t been following the latest issue of The Rhine,” Beowulf said in a low voice. “It contains a sociological article about the concept of ‘the sorrow of blood,’ and you are a co-author.”

Lu Mingfei: "..."

He seems to know who the other author is. I didn't expect Angers to be serious... Seriously, can a sociology article be published directly in *The Rhine* without any scheduling? What's the difference between that and awarding the Nobel Peace Prize to the US president? It's like the boomerang backfired on him.

Sure enough, a strange smile appeared on Beowulf's lips:

"I don't need to say who's just seeking fame and fortune, do I?"

"...Looks like you're here to cause trouble."

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath, his tone unchanged.

He miscalculated; he hadn't expected this guy, labeled a 'brute' and a 'warrior,' to actually read academic journals... He was clearly well-prepared.

"I heard that the Beowulf family was the predecessor of the Executive Department, responsible for hunting dragons and Deadpools all over the world. They are cold-blooded and efficient, never helping each other. Their dead companions and dead dragons are buried together, and then a harmonica is played at their graves as a form of mourning... Is that what the tune just now meant?"

"No."

Beowulf shook his head in surprise and explained,
"Some say you slew the King of the Ocean and Water, some say it's just hype. Now that I see you, I can at least confirm that you've been on the battlefield. That song was for you. But how much real skill do you have? Whether you can really stir up trouble in the Secret Society, the Beowulf family only recognizes its own judgment."

"Might makes right... not a bad solution."

Lu Mingfei's expression softened a bit. "Actually, you don't need to beat around the bush so much. I've been looking for you too."

Beowulf uttered the word again: "Very good."

The fact that he was able to withstand the pressure from Lu Mingfei's golden eyes truly proved that his bloodline was extremely excellent. At least the traces in the reports of the two ruins of the Kassel College teaching building and the Chen family manor were not faked, but given time, he could also create such traces.

Beowulf was also a born S-class hybrid and had undergone the most rigorous training of the 'Dragonblooders' family. He participated in dragon-slaying operations many times in the last century and the century before that. After killing those powerful pure-blooded dragons each time, he would personally stab their hearts with his weapon, mix the strong blood of his heart into the family's heirloom liquor, and then drink it all in one gulp.

Very few people know that this is also a method of plundering bloodlines. By reconstructing fragments from ancient texts, hybrids 'devour' the genes of dragons, plundering their power in pain, and thus becoming incredibly powerful.

Even if Angers, who has mastered 'time zero', were to fight him, the outcome would be fifty-fifty.

Although the elders remained secluded, they still possessed powerful intelligence sources. Like Elizabeth, they could naturally see the enormous changes that had taken place in Angers over the past year, and the source of the dramatic shift in the Secret Service's situation.

All of these came from the young man in front of them.

Lu Mingfei, the legitimate representative, had actually managed to get a seat as an elder in the Secret Party. Upon hearing this news, Beowulf was furious. As the elder who was most skilled in combat, he should stand up and set things right!
Beowulf took a deep, powerful breath, as if his entire body was filled by this breath. His aged wrinkles quickly smoothed out, his muscles bulged exaggeratedly, stretching his loose cloak taut, and the scales on his skin became denser and coarser.

Those golden eyes lit up again. In the blink of an eye, Beowulf transformed from a slightly 'bloodline disordered' hybrid into a half-dragon covered in gray-white scales, over two meters tall, with a thin vertical line drawn across his blood-red golden eyes.

It caused a sudden bloodbath.

The elders of the Secret Society certainly understood the bloodline refining techniques; for Beowulf, surging blood was as easy as drinking water.

"Come on, Lu Mingfei."

Beowulf puffed out his chest muscles, which were even more exaggerated than Caesar's. Entering battle mode, his voice boomed like a bell, showing no signs of age. "Let me see your strength!"

"Let's wait a bit," Lu Mingfei suddenly said.

"What's wrong? Are you afraid?"

Beowulf's eyes flashed coldly: "I know China is your territory, and I've heard some rumors, but if the orthodox wants to monopolize the achievements of the Bronze and Fire Kings, they'll all be doomed if they don't have enough ability!"

Without a doubt, in Beowulf's view,

Lu Mingfei's status as a 'school board member' is completely untenable; he is still a legitimate person.

Lu Mingfei glanced at Beowulf's rapidly increasing [combat power] in his blood-boosting state, and compared to his own stats, Beowulf had a huge lead.

He shook his head: "First of all, China is no one's territory."

"Secondly, it has nothing to do with whether or not we want to 'take it all for ourselves,' our own affairs are not for outsiders to interfere with."

“Secondly,” Lu Mingfei narrowed his eyes, “…can you represent the four elders?”

“My standing here is the very will of the Elders,” Beowulf declared proudly.

“Then I hope this fight won’t be in vain. I’m a reasonable person and I respect your achievements, so I’m willing to follow your procedures… If you lose, all four elders’ voting rights tomorrow will go to me,” Lu Mingfei said.

"Quite an appetite. It seems you really have something in mind. What if you lose?" Beowulf sneered.

“Hehe, of course you can bring it up.” Lu Mingfei’s expression remained unchanged.

He wasn't worried at all about Beowulf making any unreasonable demands... Anyway, it was impossible to lose; 800 to 1200, the advantage was in his hands.

"That's quite a spirit. It seems that the younger generation of dragon slayers still have plenty of guts."

Beowulf laughed loudly, his legs propelling him forward, the sand beneath his feet rippled with the force of the air, and his figure hurtled toward Lu Mingfei like a cannonball amidst the towering sand waves. "If you lose, the battle plan of the Bronze and Fire King will follow ours!"

Lu Mingfei's lips moved slightly, then he looked up, his eyes gleaming with gold.

……

Hundreds of kilograms of black sand flew out amidst the explosions in the moonlight. Before the dust and sand had even settled, a burly figure flew out from the other side of the sand curtain at an even faster speed than before, crashing into the sea and tumbling on the surface, leaving a series of light splashes that resembled dragonflies skimming the water, before finally creating a huge wave.

On the shore, Lu Mingfei stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the sea where the waves surged in the night.

The next second, amidst the huge waves on the sea, a gray-white figure shot out of the water like an arrow and rushed towards the beach with astonishing momentum.

If it weren't for the seawater obstructing its view, this figure might have been able to generate a sonic boom on land, but even on such a calm sea surface, it still created a roar like a speedboat propeller.

"you……"

Beowulf returned to the shore soaking wet, took a breath, and, ignoring the horrifying wound on his waist and abdomen, stared intently at Lu Mingfei.

"What just happened?"

"It's getting dark, be careful of the slippery ground," Lu Mingfei said calmly.

Beowulf's panel reappeared in my sight... [Special Status] section: 'Second Bloodlust', 'Word of Power: Immortal Activation'.

At this moment, purely in terms of combat power, Beowulf has exceeded 1500 points.
The same "Word of Power: Immortality" is completely different in the hands of Sakurai Nanami and Beowulf.

Ultimately, he was a legendary veteran of the Secret Society. In terms of both strength and skill, the 'Dragonblood Eater' was incredibly powerful, even capable of fighting head-on against the next generation of beings.

But... his mental strength is too weak.

Or rather, his mental strength was too weak in front of Lu Mingfei.

According to the theories of "Word of Power" and the current widespread understanding among mixed-race individuals, the power of words that can influence brainwaves and biological neurons is mostly achieved through bioelectric currents or magnetic fields.

The Secret Society's dragon-slaying history clearly records that when hybrids directly face pure-blooded dragons, mostly of the third generation or higher, their incantations become bound and cannot be released, or their bodies become unable to move, and they lose their independent consciousness. This situation is usually referred to as the dragon's intimidation.

But the truth is, when the difference in mental strength exceeds a certain order of magnitude, simply extending it can create a certain 'field difference,' much like the strong convection weather formed by hot and cold air masses. The resulting mental storm can even surpass the effect of 'Dragon's Might.' And in the mental realm, Lu Mingfei is the absolute king.

In a battle of this caliber, even the slightest lapse in concentration can be fatal. All he did was sidestep, dodge, and apply leverage like a Tai Chi move.

This brought an end to what should have been a thrilling hand-to-hand combat battle.

“Chief Beowulf, you have lost,” Lu Mingfei said.

"..."

Beowulf fell silent. Although he didn't think a mere young man not even twenty years old could be his opponent, whether it was S-class or any other class, experience and combat skills all required time to develop.
However, he did not overestimate himself. He underwent bloodline refinement from the very beginning. With his bloodline and the amplitude of the bloodline refinement, he was almost no different from a humanoid hydraulic press. He could easily punch through two meters of reinforced concrete.

But now it seems... no, it's unwatchable.

He can not understand.

Until the moment he was struck, he instinctively released 'Word of Power: Immortality' and further enhanced his bloodline refinement technique, entering a second blood-burst state. Swimming back to shore from the sea, he still couldn't understand what had happened in that instant. It seemed like he had... gone over to get hit by the other party.

"Just now... was that your Word of Power?" Beowulf asked hesitantly.

“Strictly speaking, it hasn’t reached the point of using Word of Power yet.” Lu Mingfei shrugged. “Isn’t that how battles between hybrids are? Victory is simply about being faster and stronger.”

Beowulf fell silent once again.

Faster, stronger...?

He felt his worldview was being challenged, and frankly, he didn't see what was so great about Lu Mingfei.

What's even stranger is that...

but……

Are you going to renege on your debt?

Seeing that Beowulf remained silent, Lu Mingfei raised an eyebrow.

We respect your rules and can act in accordance with them, but there are also ways to disrespect them.

"...I admit, I underestimated you a bit."

Beowulf took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with gold and red light. His wounds were visibly healing, revealing the powerful regenerative ability of an S-class hybrid in his berserk state. This was also the result of Lu Mingfei holding back.

"I lost just now, but I want to fight again!"

"One more round?"

Lu Mingfei frowned slightly, looking Beowulf up and down. "So, what's the stake?"

"Rest assured, the Beowulf family always keeps its word!"

Beowulf said, "The promise you made earlier still stands. If I'm not mistaken, you and Angers are planning to take action against the Gattuso family, right?"

"Yes." Lu Mingfei did not deny it. When this decision was made, it was not kept absolutely secret. These elders could even obtain intelligence about the Three Gorges Dam, so receiving this news was not difficult for them.

“I can support this resolution at the meeting,” Beowulf said.

“It’s you guys,” Lu Mingfei reminded him.

“Yes, us.” Beowulf nodded.

Lu Mingfei glanced at him, somewhat relaxed, yet also somewhat surprised... It seemed a little different from what he had imagined?
Beowulf noticed his gaze and spoke up: "Throughout the academy's century-long history, the Gattuso family has always wanted to install an obedient headmaster to replace Angers, but they have never succeeded. The Gattuso family is rich and powerful, and they can do whatever they want all over the world. Most people don't like them, including me. Most of the time, their domineering is unnecessary and has brought a lot of negative image to the Secret Party."

“The tyranny of the Secret Party has existed since ancient times; this is not the work of Gattuso alone.” Lu Mingfei shook his head.

"But they were the ones who stood out the most."

Beowulf said, "In short, whether you think it's a power struggle or something else, the demands of us elders are not for the Gattuso family, but for the entire Secret Party."

"It's time for the Secret Party to make some changes. Since you and Angers are willing to be the first to take the lead, we have no objection."

"Sounds pretty good." Lu Mingfei remained noncommittal.

If the impact of dealing with the Gattuso family is to be minimized, the cooperation of the entire 'Order' is indispensable. Lu Mingfei was unsure whether Beowulf was deceiving him, after all, this veteran had previously acted as if he did not recognize Lu Mingfei as a member of the elders.

But as I said before, we will only act in accordance with rules and regulations if we respect your rules.

"So let's talk about the stakes for this new round of challenges."

Lu Mingfei looked up at the night sky. "It's getting late, and I have other things to do."

"Since you elders are so concerned about the Secret Party itself, are your conditions for victory the same as before? Or are you demanding the operational authority of the Bronze and Fire King, determined to obtain it?"

"of course not."

Beowulf stood proudly in the moonlight, the seawater shimmering on its scales.

"I want to change the terms. If you lose, could you please lend me some seeds?"

"..."

As expected, the idea that people with high bloodlines cannot easily mate is just a hoax!
Lu Mingfei maintained a calm expression. "Then what else do you have to offer?"

“I owe you a promise,” Beowulf said.

“I’m not interested in these abstract things,” Lu Mingfei shook his head.

"Then let's choose another one. As long as you can win, I will allow you to choose any one of the three forbidden techniques of the Beowulf family to learn."

“Forbidden techniques…” Lu Mingfei paused, then looked up.

“Yes, it seems Angers has already told you. Forbidden techniques are taboo technologies similar to ‘black magic’ in alchemy, but I’m referring to taboo technologies in the field of combat.”

"Because of their high threshold and great danger, they are strictly prohibited on the surface. For example, Bloodlust can easily make one a slave to the killing intent of dragons if one's mental will is not strong enough. This is a typical and common forbidden technique."

Beowulf had clearly misunderstood him, but Lu Mingfei shook his head.

"...Do you think I need to go into a bloodbath?"

Inwardly, he couldn't help but sigh. If he remembered correctly, Blood Explosion was a method that his senior brother had painstakingly reproduced from the Lionheart Society's secret scrolls, which he used to fight desperately. But Beowulf said it was something quite common. Charlotte had said the same thing before, casually mentioning that she could reliably perform Blood Explosion twice.

"Hehe, let me finish speaking first."

Beowulf said proudly, "You should have heard of the myth of Beowulf. It is the epic of our family. The hero broke off the arm of the man-eating monster Golem with amazing strength, beheaded Golem's mother, the sea monster, with a giant sword whose blade could melt, and also killed the fire dragon guarding the treasure."

"These three great achievements come from three different generations of Beowulf, who are the most outstanding dragon slayers in the Beowulf family, each of whom transcends the conventional concept of an S-class hybrid."

It seems their ancestors were indeed wealthy, having produced three super hybrids...

Lu Mingfei nodded. He must be a super hybrid. The current Beowulf in front of him had already entered the 'royal level' category.

“Each of the three ancestors created an extremely powerful forbidden technique, which has been passed down through generations of the Beowulf family to this day.”

Beowulf rubbed his hands together and said, "The battle just now was too hasty. I didn't even use my true strength. Next time, I will go all out. If you can still win, I will let you learn a forbidden technique passed down in the Beowulf family!"

Looking at the impassioned expression of the 'Dragon Blood Devourer' in front of him, Lu Mingfei couldn't help but feel speechless—

He turned out to be a martial arts fanatic.

It is said that because they were born consuming dragon blood, the Beowulfs acquired some of the dragon's habits.
Some have documented images of them wielding battle axes and greatswords to chop off the necks of dragons; they were practically born with a demonic streak.

"You mean, win a game, learn a skill?"

Lu Mingfei slowly said, "Let's not go more than three rounds. Let's stop here. We have a meeting tomorrow."

"Okay! Let's settle on three rounds then!"

Beowulf raised his arm with a cold smile, made a grasping motion at his waist, and conjured an invisible giant sword out of thin air.

In mythology, Beowulf once used an indestructible sword to behead the sea monster, the Sirens. However, once the sword left the water, the blade seemed to melt away, leaving only the hilt.

This is a forbidden technique left behind by the second super hybrid of the Beowulf family. It uses mental communication to condense the power of the elements into a weapon in one's hand. Each swing will cause a small elemental burst. It is called the 'Giant's Sword'. Its drawback is that it puts too much mental strain on the mind and can easily cause mental depletion, leading to death.

Due to the difference between super hybrids and ordinary hybrids, most forbidden techniques target the 'mental' aspect.

But Beowulf certainly wouldn't tell Lu Mingfei this information now. The greatsword had already taken shape, like countless fragments of elemental crystals pieced together to form a rough and wild pillar of light.

"Wins and losses are calculated separately. If you win a round, you learn a skill..."

Beowulf pointed his greatsword at Lu Mingfei, making his final declaration.

"If you lose one game, you have to have one child!"

Double Bloodlust, Word of Immortality, Giant's Sword... At this moment, this 'Dragon Blood Eater' has reached his peak!
"Heh, if that's how it is..."

Lu Mingfei saw the shadow of 'alchemy magic runes' in this giant sword, which is also the foundation of magic mechanics, and even has some flavor of 'conceptual weaponry'.

The second-generation Beowulf was undoubtedly a super hybrid who was skilled in alchemy.

Interesting little thing.

He also made a pulling motion from his waist, and with a slight shake, the 'transformation spell' was released, and the belt instantly transformed into a menacing long spear.

"Then I have no choice but to accept it."

(End of this chapter)