Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 286 Lion Slash!
"Pfft—Boom!!"

The blade pierced through.

Immediately afterwards, the raging fire power contained within was completely detonated, emitting a muffled roar!

Flames erupted from the eye sockets, mouth, and nose, instantly engulfing the entire dragon head. The sizzling sound of burning flesh sent chills down one's spine, and a pungent, burnt stench immediately filled the air.

Guile's last glimmer of life was completely evaporated.

Its slightly raised head slammed limply to the ground, and there was no more sound.

This time, it's the real end.

Lu Mingfei staggered back two steps, his heart still pounding.

The air was filled with the aroma of roasted meat.

Looking at the charred dragon head, a sense of relief at surviving the ordeal welled up from the bottom of his heart.

He turned his head sharply to look at the figure who had intervened at the crucial moment, as if a divine soldier had descended from the heavens.

The man landed steadily beside the dragon's corpse, casually drawing the spiral greatsword that was still burning with embers, his posture composed.

He turned around, took off his mask, revealing a weathered face, looked at Lu Mingfei, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"On the battlefield, especially in front of these resilient giants, letting your guard down is tantamount to handing your life over to Queen Marika's judgment."

His voice was old yet resonant:
"Well done, faders. But remember, the survivors are the victors."

Lu Mingfei recognized the iconic weapon and attire.

“Jellyn…”

He whispered the other person's name.
Lord of Red Lion City.

No, he was the former city lord.

After the battle ceremony ended, this last pillar of the Red Lion Legion, the old warrior who had spent countless years traveling for his dear friend and who had died with honor, bid him farewell, saying that he would lay down everything and travel to various places.

However, after walking for so long, he still hasn't left Galid. It seems this old man hasn't completely relinquished his responsibilities.
Jellian casually slung the spiral greatsword, still radiating intense heat, over his shoulder; the heavy weapon seemed weightless in his hands.

He turned his head and looked at Lu Mingfei, who was panting. A smile, both bold and playful, appeared on his weathered face. He even winked at Lu Mingfei.

"How about it, kid? This old man of mine still has a few tricks up his sleeve when it counts, right?"

Seeing the veteran's familiar banter, Lu Mingfei's tension finally eased completely, replaced by a warm feeling.

He couldn't help but smile, a smile that was sincere and full of trust.

Jelian strode forward, opened his arms, and gave the little boy, who had fought alongside him and shared life and death in the battle festival, a big hug.

The hard armor clashed together, producing a dull thud, but this did not diminish the strength and affection conveyed by the embrace.

Their friendship was forged in the earth-shattering battle against "Shattered Star" Rataen, and has long transcended the boundaries of age and status.

“It’s more than just a few tricks,” Lu Mingfei said sincerely as he released his arms. “Your ‘trick’ cooked this big guy’s head.”

Jeremy laughed heartily and patted Lu Mingfei's shoulder armor hard, making a clanging sound.

"Still able to joke around, looks like you haven't been scared out of your wits, good!" His gaze swept over the chaotic battlefield, finally settling on the massive dragon corpse, and he asked with a hint of curiosity:

"By the way, how did you end up at Fam Bridge? It's not close to Red Lion City."

He paused, then casually added details about his movements:
"I'll clear out some stubborn and corrupt relatives around here, and also help the legion's lads reinforce the outer firewalls."

Lu Mingfei lowered his head, kicked Gui Leier's cold, hard scales with his toe, and showed a helpless expression on his face.

"Why else?"

He pointed to the dragon corpse on the ground, his tone somewhat matter-of-fact:

“You know, I’m a Dragon Eater. This guy…”

He paused, seemingly searching for the right word, and finally grinned:
"The taste was so tempting, I couldn't resist."

Upon hearing this, Jellian was taken aback for a moment, then burst into an even louder laugh, which echoed through the empty canyon.

"Hahaha! Good!"

He shook his head, but his eyes were full of understanding and appreciation:
"To face the dragon head-on for power—truly a warrior who participated in that festival! That's courage!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Mingfei's eyes lit up immediately.

Recalling the powerful strike that had just landed like a meteor, he couldn't help but exclaim in admiration:

"That move you used to finish off that big guy... what was it called?"

A hint of reminiscence crossed Jeremy's face.

Then, a proud expression appeared on his face. He patted the flame-shaped greatsword slung over his shoulder, his voice booming with strength:
"Lion Slash!"

"This is a combat skill that the Red Lion Legion, which once fought alongside General Rataen, is proud of."

As he spoke, he gripped the greatsword with one hand and casually demonstrated a simple yet powerful starting stance:
"Gather your strength, leap forward with all your might, and at the highest point of the leap, spin around, using the momentum of the fall and the power of your whole body to smash your weapon down on the enemy's head like the claws of a giant lion! A simple and direct combat technique."

He lowered his stance, looked at Lu Mingfei, a glint of light shining in his weathered eyes, and a slight smile playing on his lips:
"This combat technique was created by imitating General Rataen's fierce and invincible fighting style, like a lion. So, kid, you look so envious, do you want to learn it?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Mingfei's eyes flashed with surprise.

He blurted out:

"Can I really learn this? This isn't a secret technique of the Red Lions..."

"Ha ha!"

Jeremy's hearty laughter interrupted him; he casually waved his hand, his demeanor carefree and magnanimous.
"What secret teachings? Rules are rules, but people are flexible. Besides..."

He paused slightly, his gaze sweeping across the distant horizon of Galid, shrouded in a faint crimson glow. A fleeting sense of melancholy crossed his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by the carefree spirit of a warrior.

"As you can see, how many true 'Red Lions' are left in Red Lion City now? The legion exists in name only, and it's hard to say whether anyone will be able to pass on this skill in the future. Rather than letting this combat skill, which accompanied us on the battlefield and symbolized our glory and power, be buried in the ground with the old guys, it's better to hand it over to a worthy successor."

He looked at Lu Mingfei again, his eyes becoming solemn and full of expectation:
“You participated in the festival, witnessed the general’s final act, and proved your courage and will in fighting alongside me. In my opinion, you are fully qualified to inherit the ‘Lion Slash’.”

With that, Jellian planted the spiral greatsword from his shoulder into the ground beside him with a thud, freeing his hands. He beckoned to Lu Mingfei, his fighting spirit rising, and a teaching-like smile appeared on his face:
"Come on, kid!"
Let me see if you can still withstand this old man's 'training'! The first lesson of the 'Lion Slash' is to learn how to concentrate all your strength like a lion, and then... smash it out without hesitation!"

(End of this chapter)