Lu Mingfei, become the king of gambling in dungeons!

In her view, Lu Mingfei's performance today was completely unexpected, and almost none of the evaluations of him by the people inside the academy were true.

To claim it's the only S-class in forty years when it might not even be a D-class... that's just kidding.

Jormungandr looked down at the boy who always seemed to have a bad temper.

He feels somewhat like one of the elder kings, Norton, the King of Bronze and Fire, but Norton has never bothered to simulate the use of the Words of Heaven and Wind. Even without being awakened, he shouldn't be in such a sorry state.

There was definitely something wrong with Kassel College. How could Norton have died from... a storm torpedo?

Without further hesitation, Jormungandr temporarily ignored Chu Zihang beside him, and used its tail to pull Chu Zihang and his sword back. Then, it swung its dark blue claws vertically towards Lu Mingfei, who barely had time to raise his twin swords to defend himself.

Another monarch came to provoke her, and her inner anger was unleashed, spreading like wildfire.

A faint glimmer of hope lingered in her heart... that of a former member of the Apostle race. If another member of her race were to come to her doorstep, perhaps she would no longer need to devour Fenrir. Back then, what she needed when she was lurking in the Academy was precisely a Dragonbone Cross.

She even hoped that Lu Mingfei was the one she hated most among the eight kings, so that she could devour him with a clear conscience without so much sorrow welling up inside her.

In any case, today is a battle between kings.

Suddenly, a low, monarchical roar erupted, and Jormungandr was filled with immense excitement.

Her body was very light, and every scale and every part of her body was a perfect structure, but her impact power was far superior to most medium-caliber steel shells in the world.

A faint cracking sound came from all over his body, his bones creaking and popping in a series of sounds. Lu Mingfei felt as if his internal organs were about to shift.

So he stopped deliberately suppressing the medicinal properties in his body... but his body didn't change much. The active medicinal properties containing dragon blood genes were like someone who hadn't recovered from a shock, and were basically suppressed deep inside his body, not responding to him.

It only made him more resilient and faster to recover; there was no fundamental change.

Could the drug's properties also be influenced by its owner? It appears when it shouldn't, scaring people, and is unreliable when it should be reliable.

In less than three minutes, two figures crashed from the subway platform into the deep tunnel walls, smashing through the partition walls of multiple tunnels. Iron Claw and Original Sin clashed repeatedly, their skills on a completely different level.

Chu Zihang, who had suffered a second blood loss, tried to intervene in the battle multiple times, but Lu Mingfei and Jormungandr moved the battlefield too quickly, and he was knocked away twice while trying to get involved.

Is this level of blood bursting still not enough? Closing his eyes, Chu Zihang gritted his teeth and activated the third level of blood bursting.

"You are... unable to completely disguise one eye. It's your old problem. Now you're letting yourself go and not even pretending anymore." Looking at Lu Mingfei's burning left eye, Jormungandr suddenly slowed down. She was covered in blood, and the turbid dragon blood flowed down her scales to her feet.

"Are you still going to hide?" Jormungandr whispered. "I already know who you are."

"You understand the despair of being an outcast, don't you? For years, I haven't had anyone I could truly talk to." Red tears streamed down her face, but her gaze was strangely cold. "I'm curious, when were my brother and I targeted?"

"When did you decide to 'hunt' us?"

Most of it was her blood, but it was nothing serious, just a minor cut.

In order to achieve a swift victory, she unleashed her "throne power".

In addition to elemental powers, the four monarchs each possess the power of a corresponding throne, such as the "Alchemy Throne" of Norton, the Bronze and Fire Lord, and Constantine.

In her burst state, her scales expand, and dense bloodsucking scythes converge and flow into the gaps between her scales, causing her minor, persistent damage.

The only injury that could be described as a physical injury was when Lu Mingfei used "lust" to stab her in the abdomen in exchange for injury, but she recovered in time and the wound was not deep.

"Damn it! Junior sister, you're showing favoritism! You hit me with different force than you hit Chu Zihang, didn't you?" Lu Mingfei protested helplessly. If it weren't for his strong recovery ability, he wouldn't even be able to stand up now.

Upon seeing his forbidden domain, it seemed as if this BOSS had stacked a layer of Blood Rage buff.

Is this the first generation? Unlike Fenrir, who was imprisoned and had weaknesses, Fenrir may possess power far greater than Jormungandr. Even in his incomplete state, and even with Chu Zihang restraining him, he could still exert such pressure on him in an overwhelming manner.

Fifteen injections of evolution medicine were too few, far too few.

Jormungandr continued to look at him coldly, and sighed heavily: "On the throne of the outcasts, only kings embrace each other for warmth... Perhaps you cannot understand this kind of feeling."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

Looking directly into Jormungandr's eyes, Lu Mingfei straightened up amidst a pile of jagged rubble, setting aside "Wrath." This sword was far more powerful than "Lust," but against an opponent as mobile as Xia Mi, it had no chance of hitting her.

"Ouch, that really hurts, junior sister. I only kicked you twice... I need to correct you."

Lu Mingfei's vision was blurred by the blood flowing down his forehead, and Jormungandr's body appeared as a double image in his vision. He raised two fingers and pointed to his forehead.

"First, I am a viviparous mammal and have a birth certificate issued by the National Health Commission."

"Secondly, although I think it's not very realistic for us to hold a reptile family reunion in the Nibelungen right now, could we please remove the word 'sister'?"

"No matter how you look at it, I'm a male, you bastard?!" Lu Mingfei laughed angrily, staggered, and walked towards Jormungandr with his knife in hand.

Before encountering the Dragon King, he had a vague fear that he would back down. But after facing the Dragon King and witnessing his unparalleled power, he was no longer so afraid.

From his perspective, he could already see Chu Zihang, whose body was undergoing further dragonification, approaching Jormungandr from behind. He wasn't sure how successful Chu Zihang's next move was, so for now, he would try to stall for as long as possible.

"The playful warm-up is over."

Jormungandr turned its head slightly, a little impatient, flapped its dragon wings, lifted its feet off the ground, and looked down at Lu Mingfei: "The little guy you took a liking to has lost the ability to fight anymore... Oh, no, he's about to become a Deadpool, and I'm also seriously injured, so—"

"There's no need to show this face and attitude anymore."

"Or do you think you've become arrogant and disdainful of everyone after putting on the iron mask?"

Jormungandr's golden eyes burned even hotter, her bluish-black scales rippled, and her facial bones made a soft "crackling" sound as they contorted with rage. She spoke her guess almost as if it were certain.

"Although I had anticipated it, I never expected you to choose this exact moment to appear... Odin!"

Chu Zihang's pupils trembled violently as he activated his third level of Bloodlust.

Lu Mingfei: "???"