Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from the New Three Kingdoms

Chapter 184 Cao Family Military Strategy

Lu Mingfei relentlessly suppressed Odin.

There's a big problem with the super-powered transformation that Lu Mingze gave him.

That's all there is to it—only so many become stronger.

Unlike the Hate Heaven Sword Technique, which can continuously increase in strength.

Of course, it's more than enough to deal with Odin. Although the opponent has the blessing of Heaven, Lu Mingfei's base stats are just too outrageous.

With the sixteen-fold boost, Odin was treated like a roadside monster and brutally beaten by him. It was estimated that he would be slain by him in three more rounds.

While Chu Zihang was still venting his hatred, Lu Mingfei decided to hold off on using the Ten Thousand Grains Nourishing Battle Technique for the time being.

On one hand, he hoped that Chu Zihang could break free from the past; on the other hand, this was the debut of the cheat code sent by his second brother.

You've completely crushed the enemy, and then you have to use a new cheat.

It makes it seem like he looks down on his second brother.

Although he is now using the Ruthless Sword Technique.

The halberd's strikes pressed forward in successive waves, forcing Odin to retreat and forcing the eight-legged steed to keep moving.

As the horses moved, their hooves crushed the bridge surface, and cracks spread along the asphalt, just as the bridge was gradually broken down by their footsteps.

Odin's body was covered in wounds.

The armor was ripped open again and again, almost turning into a bikini.

The mist, seemingly trying to smooth over the crack, failed and was ultimately futile.

The horse's injury was more obvious.

It was almost turned into sashimi by Lu Mingfei. It was only because he was quick to defend himself that he managed to cut it, but there were still several wounds that were deep enough to expose the bone.

Odin is at a disadvantage.

A very clear disadvantage.

Moreover, they were beaten in a very sorry state.

Even so, he still preferred defense to offense.

Every time he blocked, he blocked at the most crucial point.

He would rather suffer another injury to the side than let his body, his head, or his horse be crippled.

I wouldn't care if I lost a leg.

This is even more suspicious.

This is a guy with a broken arm, his mount was stabbed and is on the verge of death, and he has more than a dozen cuts on his body.

If he still has any sense, he should either fight back desperately or retreat.

But Odin did not retreat, nor did he retaliate; he simply stayed there, as if waiting.

But what is he waiting for?

A sudden flash of inspiration struck Lu Mingfei, but he didn't realize it.

His intelligence had not yet recovered to its proper level; it was somewhat like failing an inspirational assessment—he hadn't grasped that spark of inspiration.

But he still reflexively looked towards Chu Zihang.

Chu Zihang is still killing.

The bright moon charged into the formation, its silvery figure constantly turning back and forth, cleaving through the shield wall, cutting down the crossbows, and scattering the spear formation.

They killed them incredibly fast.

Lu Mingfei's gut feeling twitched.

He saw something.

A victorious army is bound to be arrogant.

An arrogant army is bound to be defeated.

Damn it! So that's what it was all about!

While Chu Zihang was wreaking havoc over there, he was suppressing Odin to the brink of collapse on his side!

They have become an arrogant army, and Odin has become a defeated army!

Under the cover of night, the black mist of the heavens twisted into a hideous grin, resembling that of a demon, under Lu Mingfei's glowing eyes.

It seems to be saying you guessed too late!!

In the next instant, the fog expanded to its maximum!

It was as if the air along the entire viaduct had suddenly been filled with blackness, and the raindrops falling into that blackness seemed to be swallowed up.

The light became faint in the darkness, so faint that only a pale white ring remained at the edge.

Even the sound was suppressed for a moment; everything was suppressed under the black mist.

Familiar things.

Odin's remains were at the center of the fog.

Blood was still dripping from the severed arm, and the wounds of the eight-legged steed were still being washed by the rain, making it look quite disheveled. However, this disheveled state was given a new meaning here.

The meaning of being called a "sorrowful soldier".

Because the fog begins to contract.

It felt like being gripped by an invisible giant hand, tightening its grip until it shrank smaller and smaller.

All the darkness collapsed towards the same point, like a black hole, absorbing all the light.

The black mist collapsed at Odin's feet, collapsed under the hooves of the warhorses, collapsed beneath the tip of the spear.

But Odin didn't move; he simply stood there riding his eight-legged steed.

They just stood there.

The air was compressed, producing a low, rumbling sound.

The rainwater was squeezed and flew horizontally close to the ground.

The water on the bridge surface was squeezed and rose into white mist, which was instantly swallowed by the blackness.

The eight-legged steed raised its head and roared angrily.

That roar didn't sound like a horse.

More like some kind of ancient beast.

The roar made the guardrails vibrate and caused the cracks in the bridge surface to spread out in more branches in an instant.

Odin raises his spear.

Gungnir was reignited in his hands.

Black mist swirled around the tip of the spear, spiraling like a dragon.

Like a scaleless yet willful creature breathing around the tip of the gun, it was spitting its tongue at Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei's golden eyes shone on that shot.

It was very brightly lit.

But simply being bright is useless; it cannot block the black mist that resembles a dragon or a snake.

Odin stepped forward.

The warhorse leaps high.

then.

A spear thrust out.

There were no flowers or poetry.

Only the most straightforward killing intent.

Enveloped in a dragon-like black mist, it stabbed fiercely towards Lu Mingfei's heart.

Chu Zihang was now in a bloodthirsty frenzy.

The Heaven-Hating Sword Technique circulated so smoothly within his body that it felt like this was the path he was meant to take.

He was propelled forward by that surge of hatred, like a tidal wave.

He was pushed so much that he didn't even need to think about how to make the next cut; his body would automatically deliver the knife to the right position.

It was as if hatred controlled everything; he was expressing the endless malice in his heart.

It felt like he no longer needed to think, no longer needed to be clear-headed.

All you need is hatred.

Hatred is all that matters.

He cleaved the shield in two.

He cut the spear in half.

He even had a delusion.

If we keep cutting, we can cut through this entire army formation.

If we just keep fighting for a little longer, we can break out of here and reunite with Lu Mingfei in front of Odin's army to fight the enemy together.

But the moment that thought arose...

Chu Zihang's heart suddenly tightened.

It was as if a powerful hand had suddenly gripped his heart, squeezing so hard that his chest felt tight and his breath caught in his throat.

The hatred seemed to be severed by something in that instant.

He looked as if he had been pulled out of the highway in an instant!

But a moment was enough, enough to allow him to temporarily lift his head from the spiraling abyss of hatred, to see, to hear, to sense the slight unease hidden in the sound of the rain.

Chu Zihang suddenly looked up.

Look in the direction that you feel a connection with.

He saw the passageway formed by soldiers.

The fog appeared to be compressed into a black line.

Odin's figure flashed within the black lines.

The moment the spear was thrust out, the black mist surged out like a dragon along the spear tip.

Then he saw Lu Mingfei.

Those golden eyes were still shining.

They were as bright as two lamps.

But in the next instant, those golden eyes transformed into two straight golden lines in the night, and even though he was just flying in the air, the asphalt was split apart by the high-speed wind.

Lu Mingfei was sent flying by the blow.

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