Lu Mingfei, become the king of gambling in dungeons!

As he delivered the powerful kick, Lu Mingfei swiftly turned around, his saber pressing down on his back in a diagonal thrust. This was almost a reaction driven by instinct, a reaction forged through countless bloody trials.

The opponent's hunting knife turned and slashed diagonally. The two weapons met at one point, and after sharpening their blades, they were quickly pulled apart, sparks flying.

The two grappled simultaneously, half-off the ground, dodging each other's blades. After their legs locked together, they rolled to the ground. After several stalemates on the ground, Lu Mingfei, not wanting to be locked in, flipped over and threw a downward right punch that missed its mark. Cracks spread across the blue bricks of the underground shopping mall. This time, his kick was noticeably faster.

The opponent was kicked away, and as he flipped over, he grabbed the escalator to absorb the force and disappeared into the blue mist.

A dozen seconds later, the black hunting knife in the newcomer's hand appeared and disappeared in the blue mist. The enemy, having adjusted his stance, lingered around Lu Mingfei, showing no intention of launching an attack or leaving.

Both sides were waiting, but Lu Mingfei, who was in a hurry, was undoubtedly the one who couldn't wait.

"Is this... Mr. Lu?"

A question, tinged with doubt, came from the mist; the voice was unexpectedly calm and gentle.

acquaintance?

Do you know anyone who greets you like this?

Lu Mingfei's pale golden eyes followed the movement of the hunting knife. His dynamic vision far surpassed that of ordinary hybrids, so he could sometimes catch the afterimage of the hunting knife, something the other party might not be aware of.

The hunting knife was an oversized Ontario cavalry knife with an unbelievable sharpness.

He had just caught a glimpse of golden hair.

Hunter's Knife Dick Pushed?

No, it doesn't look like Caesar's. The hunting knife looks too similar from this angle, as if it was made by the same craftsman.

It's a little troublesome.

Lu Mingfei's heart sank slightly, but he became even calmer. Almost all of his killing skills were trained for Deadpool, and he had very few encounters with hybrid elites. His combat skills, which were not specially trained, were only rated "A-" on his stats, which was his biggest weakness.

The other party is incompatible with him; they are the kind of skilled master-type enemy that he doesn't like to encounter.

If he hadn't been stronger and had better reflexes than his opponent during the ground grappling just now, he might have been dragged into his opponent's rhythm. Genjiro used a similar move when he fought Caesar Chu Zihang. It's a practical style that combines Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu with the Japanese Takeuchi-ryu and Tenjin Shin'yō-ryu styles. It doesn't pursue an unsolvable killer move but rather a competitive approach with varied moves.

In such a low-visibility and open environment, it is difficult to take advantage of one's physical strength if one is entangled in grappling techniques.

After a moment's thought, Lu Mingfei grabbed "Rage" and sprinted towards the direction behind him, simultaneously releasing the Vampire Scythe, the shattered fragments of Windflow creating an echo of wind.

The other party hesitated for a moment, then held their breath and chased after it, inevitably colliding with and interfering with the wildly flying vampire scythes, while Lu Mingfei had already disappeared into the blue mist.

Now, one side not only lost the other side's position, but also completely exposed its own location.

Lu Mingfei rapidly approached amidst the turbulent winds, unleashing a strike that would be unavoidable for a normal hybrid, a powerful downward slash.

"etc."

The other party seemed to know a lot about the Vampire Scythe. The pupils that were originally covered by long golden hair lit up with a dark golden light, and in a short time, they found the blind spot and gap in the air's wind trail.

He sang softly as he flashed past.

Words of Power: A Dustless Land.

The user issued commands to all living and non-living matter within the domain, excluding any unauthorized substances. A high-speed airflow circulated, forming a massive, exclusionary force field around it.

"An almost instantaneous incantation?" Lu Mingfei's first strike faltered in mid-air, as if gripped by countless invisible hands. He slightly shifted his posture, bent down, and unleashed a second strike, simultaneously recalling all the vampire scythes he had released.

Having no experience in competing with others in terms of spiritual power, he gritted his teeth and decided to gamble directly.

Arrogance burst forth with the luster befitting a refined metal blade, its body vibrating rapidly.

This alchemical weapon was created to slay pure-blooded dragons. Theoretically, even the strongest hybrids would not arouse its interest in killing them. When fighting hybrids, living beings usually put in a half-hearted effort, greatly reducing the effectiveness of the weapon, and its ability to restrain hybrids is not obvious.

However, it also depends on who wields the knife. The arrogance wielded by Lu Mingfei is eager to show off every day.

The interlocking gold patterns lit up, and arrogance was quickly activated.

All the wind blades converged on one point, and the dead scythes frantically tore at that point, piercing through the dustless land with overwhelming force.

The blond man had no choice but to raise his black hunting knife high. The two alchemical weapons clashed at a precise angle, and after a deafening roar, the difference in strength was immediately apparent.

"Don't be too active now, we have to fight the BOSS later."

Lu Mingfei whispered a warning to stop the arrogance from fully reviving, but he had no intention of sheathing his sword. He unleashed a third strike with the exact same posture and trajectory, hitting the same spot on the black hunting knife.

The arrogant obedient dimmed, choosing not to expend its master's energy.

Then came the fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth slashes... With each slash, the black hunting knife trembled violently, and the blond man took several steps back.

The swift, decisive slashes often leave sparks flying before the sparks of the previous strike have even died down, resulting in a dense, woven web of sparks.

The "Thirteen Consecutive Slashes" is the most practical and unpretentious downward slashing technique, which can be jokingly called the "New Year's Greeting Knife Technique" or colloquially known as "Violent Tree Chopping." If you shout "Happy New Year, Big Brother and Sister-in-law!" when using it, it will surely have a miraculous effect in defeating enemies.

Using the same angle and the same movements to strike repeatedly, one overwhelms the opponent with momentum and force, forcing them to clash with one's own blade and see who exhausts their strength first. The more consecutive strikes, the stronger the swordsman. Legend has it that a swordsman in history could perform thirteen consecutive strikes, with thirteen forces converging in an instant to strike the same spot on the opponent's weapon, ultimately breaking the opponent's sword in two. Therefore, it is also known as the "Thirteen Consecutive Flashes of Broken Sword".

As one of the best hybrids, Lu Mingfei is undoubtedly capable of more than just thirteen consecutive strikes. Once he finds his rhythm, he can easily unleash five or six hundred consecutive strikes.

This is the most frequently used pursuit technique he learned from Chu Zihang, and it is also the only slashing technique that he is proficient in. It is said that everyone in the city's youth palace knows how to use it, and it is known for its simple yet powerful strike.

In his opinion, this move was far superior to the fancy and difficult-to-understand moves he had learned from Genjiro and Caesar.

"Cough—" The blond man was forced to retreat with difficulty while blocking the continuous heavy blows. Finally, on the seventeenth time they exchanged blows, the bones in his left hand were shattered, and the hunting knife Augustus was knocked out of his hand.

He chanted softly, wanting to use the Word of Power again, when the eighteenth heavy blow followed.

Even the most instantaneous attack cannot ignore a close-range sword strike.

The blond man was embedded in the wall by the impact, smashing the magazine of the beautiful female celebrity, breaking the light tube, and shattering the screen glass all over the ground.

His masterful use of the Dustless Ground technique was finally activated again. This time, the range of the Word of Power was significantly smaller than before, but the defensive concentration was stronger, protecting the parts of his body that should have been injured.