Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 79 Senior Brother!!
Visibly, fine, hard dragon scales with a metallic sheen instantly appeared on Lu Mingfei's exposed skin, neck, back of hands, and cheek edges!
The scales spread and covered the area as if they were alive, possessing a cold and majestic beauty, yet exuding a suffocatingly fierce aura!
His arm, gripping Xiaolian, was bulging with muscles that stretched the sleeve of his tactical uniform almost to the point of tearing. It was also covered with fine black scales, and his knuckles had become thick and sharp, like dragon claws.

This was exactly how Lu Mingfei looked during the intense battle at the border. Apart from the time at the Three Gorges, he had never appeared in the original world. But at this moment, he couldn't care about anything else in order to save Chu Zihang. Anyway, he could blame it all on "Bloodlust".

Deep within his golden eyes, it seemed as if molten lava was flowing, and the intense light almost pierced through the filthy darkness! An invisible, extremely violent domain suddenly spread out from him.

It is not a dust-free place, nor is it the "stillness" that rejects everything.

It's a storm!
A violent wind that tears everything apart!
"roll!!!"

Lu Mingfei's roar seemed to carry the will of a storm!
He didn't swing his sword at all; instead, he suddenly swung his hand towards the giant snake tail that was about to smash down on Chu Zihang!

Rumble——! ! !
Within the narrow confines of the sewer, a hurricane erupted from the ground! The filthy sewage was forcefully pushed aside by an invisible, immense force, creating a brief vacuum! The air was frantically compressed, swirled, and torn apart! Countless visible, high-speed rotating wind blades materialized out of thin air, whistling piercingly, and instantly collided with the thick snake's tail!

puff!puff!puff!

There was no earth-shattering collision, only an extremely dense cutting sound.

The tough scales were torn apart and pulverized! The strong muscle fibers were shredded into mincemeat by the violent wind blades! Foul-smelling blood and shattered tissue gushed out like a fountain, then were swept into the storm, turning into a foul-smelling blood mist!
This is Lu Mingfei's storm—no harmony, no tranquility, and unable to disperse any filth, only extreme violence! Just like the dragon blood flowing in his veins!

In the serpentine Deadpool's vertical pupils, the last remaining beastly instincts stirred immense horror within it. Its massive body was thrown backward by the tremendous force of the storm, and the wounds on its severed wrists and lower abdomen were torn apart again by the violent tremors. Its howls of pain were tightly muffled by its stitched mouth, and it could only utter muffled, desperate "hoarse" sounds.

Lu Mingfei moved!

Before the storm had completely subsided and the blood mist was still thick, the figure covered in black scales moved with lightning speed, so fast that it only left a blurry afterimage on Chu Zihang's retina!

puff! puff! puff! puff!
Each flash of the sword struck Deadpool precisely at his joints, tendons, and vital points beneath his rotting official robes! Blood splattered like water, turning the sewers a bizarre blackish-red.

Deadpool futilely brandished its last remaining claw, its massive snake tail lashing wildly, trying to grab or slap the creature that was attacking it in a frenzy.

But Lu Mingfei was too fast! Every move he made embodied the essence of the Storm Sword Technique: "fast, accurate, and ruthless".

There are no fancy techniques, just the most primitive and savage slashes!
Swah——

A cold, eerie arc of light, like a crescent moon slicing through the darkness!
Time seemed to freeze for a moment.

The serpentine Deadpool's massive body froze.

Its scaly head slid slowly and silently down a sloping, perfectly smooth surface, crashing into the murky water with a "plop." Its massive tail, losing its support, collapsed with a thunderous roar, creating a huge wave.

The stitched-up mouth, with its twisted black sutures finally snapped, revealing fangs that seemed to be uttering a silent curse.

The foul blood gushed out from the huge wound, instantly making the surrounding water even thicker and more stenchy.

The scales on Lu Mingfei's body receded rapidly like a tide, shrinking back beneath his skin, leaving only a few faint, pattern-like red marks. His burning golden eyes slowly dimmed, returning to their original dark brown. Lu Mingfei leaned on Xiaolian, the tip of his sword piercing the sewage to support his body, breathing heavily.

He turned around and looked at Chu Zihang, who was lying in the sewage, his face as pale as paper and blood constantly flowing from the corner of his mouth. His eyes instantly turned anxious.

"Senior brother! How are you?!"

Chu Zihang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, supported himself against the damp and filthy wall with one hand, and slowly straightened up. His face was slightly pale from the pain, but his eyes were still fixed on the hideous head that had rolled into the sewage, and the huge snake-tailed body that was still twitching unconsciously, with corrosive black blood gushing from the severed neck.

Lu Mingfei assumed Chu Zihang thought the scene was too bloody or the corpses too mutilated, so he scratched his head and said:

"...Instinctively...I chopped off its head..."

"You did the right thing."

Chu Zihang's tone was unusually calm. He took a deep breath, and the sharp pain in his chest made him frown slightly.

"I was careless just now. I didn't expect its speed and strength to far exceed that of a normal Deadpool. It probably has A+ level strength, or even higher..."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the monster's official robes, filthy yet still recognizable in style, especially the indistinct, barely visible square patch on its chest. His voice deepened:
"Something's not right."

Lu Mingfei shook the blood off Xiao Lianjian's body, then looked at the remains of the dead servant, his brows furrowed.
"Something's not just off, senior brother. This old Qing Dynasty clown is just fucking creepy!"

He kicked a fragment of scale that had been sliced ​​off by the wind blades in the nearby sewage:

"Look at these scales, they're ridiculously hard! It's difficult to even cut them! And that tail..."

"Strength, form, and coordination are all too perfect."

Chu Zihang interrupted Lu Mingfei's complaints, his gaze dissecting the corpse of the Deadpool before him:
"The Deadpools I've seen all have varying degrees of deformities, such as scaly deformities, bone deformities, and blood deformities, but their appearance is still roughly human."

"The serpentine distortion it exhibits is very rare, almost second only to the dragon-like distortion. It is not found in modern data and exists only in mythology."

"Its power is astonishing, and its degree of mutation is extremely high, but look at its form, the connection between the snake tail and the upper body... twisted yet with a sense of harmony, as if this form was designed in the first place, rather than a mutation that occurred during natural degeneration."

Young Master Lu, who was neither learned nor skilled, was slightly startled:
"You mean this thing is... a stable mutation, or even 'manufactured' under certain guidance or environment?"

Chu Zihang bent slightly, enduring the excruciating pain in his ribs, and moved closer to the corpse, gently lifting the hem of the official robe with the tip of Murasame's knife:
"And this official robe, if I'm not mistaken, is the uniform of a fifth-rank military officer in the Qing Dynasty."

(End of this chapter)