Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 69 Rushing toward the Jeep!

"Easy to handle?"

Lu Mingfei was a little confused.

The old man's attitude changed so quickly that he couldn't keep up.

The old knight ignored him, turned around, and walked into the deepest shadows of the church. Lu Mingfei could only hear the rustling sound of something being rummaged through.

After a moment, the old knight emerged from the shadows, carrying his full suit of armor and two swords.

"They had already been buried."

He stroked the scratches on the armor, feeling the cold texture of the metal:

"It seems it's not time to rest yet."

The old man moved with some difficulty, but with unusual seriousness, first putting on the heavy armor piece by piece.

That long-lost, chilling aura belonging to the Storm Riders instantly filled the dilapidated church.

Then, he bent down and lifted the two heavy Storm Swords, one in each hand, from the ground. The blades were covered in dirt, but their cold gleam remained.

"Boy, take out your sword."

Lu Mingfei did as instructed, taking the relatively "new" Storm Greatsword from his waist and holding it in his hand.

"What about the other one?"

The old knight's voice suddenly rose:
"I gave you two back then! What about the other one? Don't tell me you threw it away because you thought it was too heavy!"

Lu Mingfei paused, feeling a little embarrassed. He did indeed have an identical Storm Greatsword, which was stored in the junk pile in his spatial storage and had hardly ever been used.

Because...it's too heavy! He tried using two at the same time, but he couldn't even maintain his balance, let alone attack. He was panting heavily after just a couple of swings and was even mocked by the old man for "overestimating himself".

So he only ever used one, and the other one basically became a decoration.

Lu Mingfei quickly took out another greatsword, holding one in each hand as if he were carrying two small mountains.

The old knight looked at him, seeing how much effort he was putting into wielding a storm sword in each hand, and couldn't help but let out a cold snort:
Do you think what you lack right now is power?

Dragon blood burns in your veins, and you've even devoured the dragon's heart! Your strength is no longer that of a useless piece of trash who couldn't even lift a sword!

What you lack is the method to control them! The skill to make them as coordinated, violent, and all-pervasive as a storm! The ability to precisely channel your brute strength into those two swords!

He suddenly raised his hand, pointing a large sword at Lu Mingfei:

"Look at you! You have strength, but you're like a fool holding a gold mine! All you know is how to smash! Smash! Smash! That piece of trash, Greg, is least afraid of smashing things!"

Lu Mingfei's face flushed.

Yes, every time I get smashed by Grik, it seems to be because my attacks are monotonous and he gets the rhythm right.

The old knight's voice regained its usual rigidity:

"From today onwards, forget all your nonsense ideas. Sword and shield coordination, fortification techniques—they're all bullshit! The only thing you need to learn is how to use these two things to tear the enemy's throat open faster, more ruthlessly, and more recklessly!"

Lu Mingfei gripped the unfamiliar sword, feeling its cold touch:

"Old man, this... dual swords? Didn't you always teach me that?"

"Before? What I taught you before was the basics! The foundation that would allow you to survive in the borderlands!"

The old knight interrupted him, his tone stern:
"Things are different now. You're dealing with a demigod, that bastard Grik! Reason with him? Try to outmuscle him? He has more limbs and arms than any demi-human you've ever seen! Trying to play those games with him is suicide!"

"The dual-sword style is the craziest, fastest, and most dangerous style in the Storm Knights."

The old knight stared coldly at Lu Mingfei:
"It doesn't talk about defense! It doesn't talk about blocking! It only talks about one word—'attack'! With the fastest speed, the most tricky angles, and a storm of attacks, it completely overwhelms the enemy! Before they can even react, it makes them breathe their last!"
Its essence is 'offense as defense,' using your attacks to force the enemy to make mistakes and disrupt their rhythm! Your other sword is not a shield, but another venomous snake! Another bolt of lightning!

"But... not defending, that's not..."

Lu Mingfei felt a chill run down his spine when he thought of Grek's terrifying strength, which could smash people into the ground.

"Defense?"

The old knight's lips curled into an extremely ugly, almost cruel smile:

"Your 'shield' is the sword in your hand! Use it to launch attacks! Use it to disrupt! Use it to force the enemy to reveal weaknesses!"

True defense is about beating your opponent so badly they won't recognize their own mother, leaving them overwhelmed and unable to defend themselves! Remember, the Achilles' heel of dual-sword style isn't your sword, but your feet! It's about your waist! It's about being able to find that tiny opening amidst a storm of attacks, like an eagle in a tempest, to adjust your footwork and shift your weight!

He took a sudden step forward, a step that seemed casual yet possessed a rhythmic quality. At the same time, his hands, gripping the sword, moved!

There were no flashy moves, no dazzling lights. Only speed! So fast that Lu Mingfei could barely keep up! Trickling! Ruthless!

With a whistling sound, the sword in his left hand slashed at Lu Mingfei's waist with lightning speed! Almost simultaneously, the sword in his right hand, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air, slashed diagonally towards his neck!

The two swords followed completely different trajectories, yet they formed a deadly, inescapable strangulation net!
Lu Mingfei's pupils contracted sharply, and a sense of impending death instantly enveloped his entire body!

scoff!

The cold blade grazed his scalp and breastplate, the resulting wind pressure stinging his cheeks! He rolled several times on the ground before stopping, his heart pounding wildly as if it were about to explode.

"Too slow! Too stupid!"

The old knight's angry curses followed immediately:

"Are your feet glued to the ground? Is your back made of wood?! Where is the rhythm of the storm?! Again!"

Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth and got up, gripping his two swords tightly. He imitated the old knight's posture and took the initiative to attack! He followed the old man's example, wielding both swords at the same time, trying to strangle him! But his movements were clumsy, the two swords interfered with each other, and his steps were chaotic.

clang!clang!clang!
The old knight didn't even use his full strength; he simply swung his sword casually to parry and deflect Lu Mingfei's attack, which was easily deflected, causing Lu Mingfei to stagger and lose his balance, leaving him wide open.

boom!
The old knight kicked him mercilessly in the stomach, sending him flying. He crashed heavily into a stone pillar, his internal organs feeling as if they had shifted out of place.

"That's bullshit!"

The old knight's curses resounded again:

"Is your brain filled with shit?! Dual swords aren't for you to swing your arms wildly! They're for you to use both hands simultaneously, like the wings of a storm eagle! You need coordination! You need to be synchronized! And you need to know how to attack from both sides! When your left hand thrusts, your right hand must block his retreat! When your right hand slashes, your left hand must distract him! Your eyes must see three steps ahead! Your body must remember the breath of the storm! Again!"

Training turned into one-sided torture.

His arms ached so much he could barely lift them, and the bruises on his body were multiplying, the places where the sword had grazed him burning with pain. His movements became slower and more distorted.

The old knight's attacks showed no sign of weakening; on the contrary, they became even more precise and cunning. Each block sent shivers down Lu Mingfei's spine. He felt as if he had been caught in the eye of a never-ending storm, being torn apart, squeezed, and pushed to the brink of collapse.

"Useless trash! You can't even endure this little hardship, yet you want to cut down a demigod?!"

Another fierce sweeping attack. Lu Mingfei barely managed to raise his sword to block, but the immense force sent the sword flying from his hand!

"Old man... take a... rest for a while..."

Lu Mingfei's voice was almost squeezed out through clenched teeth.

The old knight stopped his attack. He stood before Lu Mingfei, looking down at him with no pity in his eyes. He looked at Lu Mingfei, who was drenched in sweat, disheveled, and almost exhausted.

"tired?"

"injured?"

"Feeling like you've run out of energy? Your body has reached its limit?"

Lu Mingfei nodded, his eyes unfocused.

As if his conscience had been awakened, the old man, unusually, did not yell or scold.

After a long silence, he suddenly spoke, asking casually as if in conversation:
"Kid, what exactly is this 'resurrection' thing you're talking about?"

Lu Mingfei was taken aback, panting heavily, and answered with difficulty: "...It's...a kind of time-space reversal. It will...resurrect when...the last time it came into contact with the Blessing Point."

"Blessing Points?" A glint of something unfathomable flashed in the old knight's cloudy eyes. "The kind of golden light that you Faded Ones can see?"

"Yes... once touched... one can be resurrected at that moment."

Lu Mingfei explained, not understanding why the old man suddenly asked this question.

The old knight was silent for a moment, seemingly processing the information, before he said calmly:
"I can't see that thing. Are there any near the church?"

"some."

Lu Mingfei nodded.

"That two-finger thing is nearby, and I've never even known it. Where exactly is it? Let me see it for myself."

Lu Mingfei looked at him blankly, but without thinking, he walked to the spot for bestowing blessings and pointed there:

"Right here."

"what's it for?"

The old man asked.

Lu Mingfei scratched his head:
"It can teleport you to other blessings and replenish your red and blue Drip bottles. That's all."

"Cannot be restored?"

"No."

"Can't you come back freely?"

"No, only death will do."

“I understand,” the old man nodded slightly, “You touched it just now?”

Lu Mingfei nodded subconsciously.

The old knight's expression turned strange for a moment, a mixture of disdain, contemplation, and... the satisfaction of a successful scheme. He stared in the direction of the blessing for a while, then looked up at Lu Mingfei, his lips twitching slightly upwards before quickly closing again.

Lu Mingfei was suddenly stunned, and a bad premonition rose from the bottom of his heart.

"Old man, stop!"

next second!
Lu Mingfei only felt a flash of cold light before his eyes!
He didn't even see the old knight's movements clearly, only feeling a chill on his neck, followed by a slight, almost imperceptible tingling sensation on his skin, and then...

My vision suddenly spun around!

The last thing he saw was his own headless body, still kneeling, blood gushing from the severed neck, and the old knight's cold profile, splattered with a few drops of crimson liquid.

Darkness instantly engulfed everything.

……

Lu Mingfei suddenly opened his eyes.

He lay beside the blessing point in the Dragon's Blessing Chapel, enveloped in a warm, pale golden light. The pain and exhaustion in his body vanished with his resurrection, as if the brutal training and the final beheading had been nothing but a nightmare.

He subconsciously touched his neck; it was smooth and intact, without any marks.

He looked up and saw the old knight still standing not far away, watching him and even stroking his chin with interest.

"Looks like I've already slashed you once. This resurrection effect is really good."

Immediately, he reverted to his serious and rigid demeanor:
"If you're not dead, get up. Last time, your steps were too chaotic, and you forgot everything I taught you. Try again."

He resumed his starting stance with both swords, looking completely at ease.

Lu Mingfei looked at the sword in the old knight's hand, then at the old knight's matter-of-fact expression, and recalled how the old man had specifically asked him to "touch the blessing point and broaden his horizons"...

A bone-chilling cold instantly shot from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, making the hairs on his body stand on end!

He finally understood what the old man meant by "it's easy," and also understood the sinister intentions behind the request he had just made.

This is fucking... treating his life, which is practically immortal, like an ultimate training puppet that can be reset infinitely and never gets tired!
The old man in the past, although irritable and mean, would kick and curse him at the drop of a hat, blowing his beard and glaring, like a terribly grumpy old man next door, was at least a human being.

In Lu Mingfei's eyes now, he is like a demon!
He took a deep breath, wiped his face, and gripped the two heavy storm swords tightly once more.

"Come!"
-
The blessed light enveloped him once more. Lu Mingfei opened his eyes, without screaming, without trembling, and without even immediately touching his chest. He simply sat up in silence.

The body is new, and the fatigue has disappeared, but the pain in the soul cannot be faked.

He mechanically bent down and picked up the two Storm Swords that had fallen beside the Blessing. The weight in his hands was still there, but the mountain-like pressure seemed to have become... numb, like holding two sticks.

"Come."

Lu Mingfei's voice was as still as a deep well.

This time, he persisted a little longer. He tried to use the "coordination" and "synchronization" that the old man had repeatedly emphasized, and his right-hand sword narrowly grazed the old knight's arm armor, leaving a shallow white mark.

"It's starting to look good!"

A flicker of surprise crossed the old knight's eyes, but it was quickly followed by an even fiercer attack:

"But that's not enough! Too slow! Too hesitant! Go faster! Go crazy!"

The pressure surged! Lu Mingfei felt like he was being caught in a meat grinder. The coordination between the two swords collapsed once again, and his steps became erratic.

He tried his best to block, and each impact made his arms go numb, his energy was rapidly depleting, and his vision began to blur.

"That's the limit?"

The old knight's voice suddenly rang out the moment he was exhausted, like the tolling of a death knell.

Lu Mingfei didn't even have the strength to answer; he just looked at him with unfocused eyes.

"it is good."

The old knight nodded.

Swish!
A cold glint flashed past. Lu Mingfei didn't even see which direction the sword came from; he only felt a chill on his neck, and the world turned upside down again. He was even... somewhat used to this darkness.

……

Resurrected. Picked up the sword. Stood up.

"continue."

"Come."

He had lost count of how many times this had happened. Lu Mingfei had completely lost interest in counting.

Looking at Lu Mingfei's empty eyes and numb face, the old knight showed no sympathy whatsoever. In fact, a rare glint of... satisfaction appeared in his cloudy old eyes.
“Young man,” the old knight said, his voice filled with an almost admiring sigh, “I’ve lived most of my life and taught at least eighty or a hundred soldiers, and I never imagined that training could be done like this.”

"Don't worry about accidentally crippling you and delaying the progress. This old man of mine doesn't need to carefully control his strength for fear of accidentally killing you."

There was even a hint of relief in his tone:
"What's even better is that you don't have to worry about running out of energy! Training until you're completely exhausted? Ha!"

The old knight let out a short laugh.

"Cut it down! Start over! You're back to being a vigorous hero! How much recovery time did you save? How much energy did you save! If you're exhausted, you're ruined. If you're ruined, start over! That's the most efficient method!"

His eyes shone brighter as he spoke, as if he had discovered some priceless treasure:
"Your ability to 'not die' is practically tailor-made for these twin swords! I'd feel bad for this 'convenience' if I didn't squeeze you dry and use this 'resurrection' to its fullest potential!"

(End of this chapter)