Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 39 Hand-to-hand combat in a small room

"That shifty-eyed guy really did lie to me."

Lu Mingfei swung his arm, the blade slicing precisely across the neck of the exiled soldier. The moment his head spun into the air, blood gushed out, and the bronze horn crashed to the floor with a clang before it could even be sounded.

He stared ahead, feeling dejected.

The wooden walkway that stretches along the cliff is so narrow that it's impossible to move around freely.

If he were to set up defenses, he could easily guard this path by placing two or three soldiers in the tower.

"The people in your border area are truly treacherous; this place isn't much better than the main gate."

Lu Mingfei muttered to himself as he stomped his foot down hard.

boom!
A hurricane field appeared, and the two sword-wielding exiles, unable to dodge in time, were shaken and staggered.

Sword in hand, sweep horizontally!
The blade of the Lost Knight's greatsword slammed into the soldier's chest. The thin armor groaned under the strain, denting and cracking as the broken metal edges scraped against each other, rendering it unusable.

The soldier was sent flying backward by the immense force, crashing into his comrade.

Lu Mingfei strode forward, stepped on the soldier's chest, and plunged his greatsword into his throat. The tip of the sword pierced through and embedded itself in the floor, ending the soldier's dazed and confused life.

Then he stood up and kicked hard, pushing another soldier who had just gotten up and hadn't even regained his balance off the cliff.

"Ouch."

Gazing at the churning clouds below the cliff, Lu Mingfei waited for a long time, but still didn't hear the sound of landing.

"That went a bit deep. Sorry, buddy. I should have just given you a quick death."

Thinking that the fallen soldier might still be in freefall, Lu Mingfei couldn't bear it and closed his eyes. He casually picked up the crossbow bolt from the corpse and continued on his way.

The tower's interior was now a ruin, with its intricate wooden stairwells filled with scattered barrels and crates. The residents, dressed in cloth robes and brandishing daggers, posed no threat and were quickly dealt with.

Unlike the heavily guarded main gate with its crossbow array and numerous soldiers, this place, apart from a few soldiers at the entrance, consisted of ordinary residents who were practically defenseless.

Lu Mingfei shook the blood off his sword and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Looks like that's how it is."

He looked around and, confirming that there was no longer any threat in the tower, relaxed his guard, casually slung the greatsword over his shoulder, and prepared to continue forward.

However, in the instant he turned around—

clang!
A rusty dagger slashed hard at his lower back, but was deflected by his sturdy armor, leaving only a shallow scratch.

"Fuck!"

Lu Mingfei turned around abruptly and saw a hunched-over resident rush out of the shadows, his eyes cloudy, holding a chipped, broken dagger in his hand.

"Are you trying to play dirty tricks here?"

Without saying a word, he raised his leg and kicked the man, sending him flying. The resident crashed into the wall, slid to the ground, and fell completely still.

Lu Mingfei touched the spot where he had been slashed, and only after confirming that his armor hadn't been pierced did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Grandpa Xiu Gu's craftsmanship is reliable.

He shook his head, gripped his greatsword tightly again, and scanned the corner warily with his eyes.

"It seems we still can't be careless."

The place is dimly lit and cluttered, so we really can't be careless.
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Lu Mingfei wandered around the tower for a long time, becoming more and more confused.

"This awful place is like a maze."

He kicked aside the broken wooden crate blocking his way, and the wooden planks shattered with a "crack," revealing a hidden stairwell behind it.

"Ok?"

He moved the wooden crates aside, clearing a path.

The stairs were narrow and steep, and the wooden planks creaked underfoot, as if they might collapse at any moment. Lu Mingfei carefully climbed up and finally arrived at a half-open wooden door.

By the dim light of the torches outside, one could vaguely make out that it was a small room inside. "Is anyone home?"

he shouted.

Lu Mingfei's voice echoed twice in the empty tower before disappearing.

"There really aren't any normal people here."

He shook his head, intending to go inside and take a look.

As soon as Lu Mingfei stepped into the room, the wooden door behind him slammed shut with a loud bang.

The decaying door frame shook off a cloud of dust.

In the darkness, Lu Mingfei, with his keen senses, caught a faint, hoarse, sinister laugh.

It's Gotock! That strange guy by the door!

However, at this moment, Lu Mingfei had no time to curse him.

He quickly pulled out a torch, the flickering flame barely dispelling the surrounding darkness.

This was a storage room of moderate size. The shelves were piled high with wooden barrels, the contents of which were unknown. There was also a long table and several chairs.

In the corner against the wall were several oil paintings, one of which depicted a rather majestic man wearing a crown and with thick white hair like a lion.

In another corner, several gilded, carved jars stood side by side, with an oil painting of a storm eagle swept aside.

Just as he looked around, a cold, silvery light suddenly shone from the flickering flame in the corner.

A tall figure stood silently, his entire body covered in intricately carved silver armor. Beside him was the same greatsword as Lu Mingfei's, and in his hand was a standard-issue large shield.

"hiss……"

Lu Mingfei instantly recognized the iconic armor, and cold sweat soaked his back.

Those were not just ordinary soldiers, but elite knights who had once followed the Storm King!
He instinctively gripped the greatsword tighter.

Lu Mingfei really didn't want to fight him.

His martial arts skills were from the same lineage as his opponent's, although the difference was between using two swords and a sword and shield, but he couldn't break through their moves!
Last time, that spirit sword and shield knight at the Border Heroes' Graveyard almost killed him!
"Senior, does this armor look familiar?"

Lu Mingfei took two steps back:

"My master is that one, uh."

However, the Knights of the Lost Land had long lost the ability to communicate. They might retain some memories, but most of them were only related to battles and fights.

The metallic sound of armor rubbing together slowly drew closer.

The only chance is that he doesn't have much intelligence left, otherwise Lu Mingfei really can't beat such an elite.

As the armored boots slowly crushed the scattered shards of pottery on the floor, he saw the knight's greatsword already swinging into the air.

clang--

Lu Mingfei raised his sword to block, and the shock came from the tiger's mouth, shot up his spine and straight to the top of his head. Lu Mingfei was pushed back half a step by the tremendous force.

The storage room was very cramped and cluttered with miscellaneous items.

We can't back down any further, or we'll get pinned against the wall and beaten up!
Another sword strike came down.

Lu Mingfei ducked and rolled, the sword wind whistling overhead, the carved gold jar that was originally placed in the corner was cut in two, and the gilded fragments scattered everywhere.

"I'm sorry, senior!"

Lu Mingfei suddenly sprang up, his greatsword slashing vertically downwards with the force of Mount Tai crashing down, slamming heavily onto the knight's iron shield.

clang--

The clang of metal striking metal sent dust scattering from the beams of the storage room.

(End of this chapter)