Lu Mingfei, become the king of gambling in dungeons!

Chapter 92 The Heart of War Drums (Part Two)

"Ame no Habakiri" and "Futsu no Mitama" blocked the divine sword that was said to be able to cut through everything, and the myth of its invincibility has been shattered.

The black king and the white king fought in silence, their eyes fixed on each other, recklessly unleashing their earth-shattering power, with thunder, flames, gales, and torrential rain swirling around them.

Their hearts pounded like war drums; at this moment, they were more like enemies than former kin. They tacitly agreed not to use any spells, for they both knew that each other had the ability to cancel spells.

All kings' blood must end with the sword.

The sky above Tokyo is half crimson and half blazing gold.

The white-purple and crimson lightning, seen from below through the clouds, resembled two giant snakes, each a kilometer long, swimming.

The battle was initially evenly matched, but soon one side showed signs of physical problems. They fought from Shibuya Ward to Minato Ward to Meguro Ward, and then flew over the Tama River.

As they flew low over the city, the windows of the streets were shattered wherever they passed.

The counterfeit "Ame no Habakiri" and "Futsu no Mitama" were ultimately not the legendary alchemical artifacts. Compared to "Kusanagi no Kusanagi," they were far inferior. After hundreds and thousands of clashes, dense cracks appeared on the swords, and "Ame no Kusanagi no Kusanagi" once again upheld its myth of being able to cut down all enemies.

"Can we make up after this fight?" Lu Mingze stared directly into Lu Mingfei's eyes, blood streaming down his cheeks, and suddenly blurted out this question.

"It's hard to say, Snake. You're behaving like a dragon I don't know at all." Lu Mingfei didn't expect that He would be so sad at this time, as sad as a child about to be abandoned.

"Why are you so sad? Why didn't you do this earlier?" Lu Mingfei sighed inwardly, as his super cells, like nanobots, continuously repaired his wounds.

He was more severely injured than Lu Mingze; his once pure white scales were now stained crimson, making him resemble the great red dragon from the Book of Revelation. In their battle, he was the one at a disadvantage; even with the overwhelming advantage of his weapon, he was still significantly weaker than Lu Mingze.

Despite carrying a lot of debuffs, Lu Mingze's control over his own power is undoubtedly "perfect," while Lu Mingfei's understanding of the White King's power still has blind spots. Like a toddler learning to walk, he gradually improves his shortcomings in battle.

In addition, Lu Mingze also has a slight advantage in strength and speed.

In the initial battle, the black monster was closer to victory.

Lu Mingze's lips twitched. He was a little angry. He didn't like people sharing his name, so he didn't like the title "Greedy Snake." His brother was deliberately provoking him.

"You know any dragons? You talk like you know a lot of dragons. You've only ever seen Jormungandr and Fenrir, haven't you? —"

Odin and Yamata no Orochi could be considered, albeit reluctantly.

"I don't know much about the latter two, nor do I know much about intellectually disabled children who love to eat potato chips. I'm talking about Jormungandr and myself."

"Dragons are probably—stubborn? Like a brat."

Dead kids always linger in one place, so they are dead kids, lingering in one place and not going out, as if the rest of the world is full of their enemies.

Swallowing blood clots, Lu Mingfei spoke of his understanding of dragons, forcing a smile through the pain, and once again swung his Ama-no-Kurakumo sword as it swooped down towards Lu Mingze: "It's really shameful to back down before a fight, why are you suddenly not being stubborn? Do you have the body of a dragon but a cowardly heart?! Then maybe we really are brothers!"

Lu Mingze, who was mocked for being cowardly, seemed even more sorrowful. He said with a bitter smile, "Brother, you've really changed. You've left me all alone in my childhood."

"If I were truly mature, I wouldn't argue with you anymore," Lu Mingfei responded with a sword.

The battle between the black dragon and the white dragon has resumed, far more brutal than before the truce, as they both understand the importance of respecting each other in battle.

Between battles, they could see the flow of elements, the elements flowing around them—red fire, blue water,

The black earth and the white sky are constantly shifting. They can change the terrain with a wave of their hand, and trigger tsunamis and earthquakes.

They don't actually die in the dungeon, so every move can be aimed at killing the opponent.

They can see the essence of the world, so their methods are more cunning. In terms of technique, Lu Mingfei has an absolute disadvantage. He used the "Old Testament of the Earth and the Mountain". In the state of having the authority of the Earth and the Mountain, he can observe the existence of the "eye".

Lu Mingze had almost no flaws. His control over power was no less than that of the King of Earth and Mountain. In the ensuing battle, the King only found one weakness in Lu Mingze.

Just as He was trying to "break through" as much as possible, His body suddenly stiffened for a moment, as if something was vying for control of His body. Lu Mingze took advantage of the attack and sent the severely injured man flying into the Pacific Ocean.

"Brother, I told you that little girl, Bai Wang, is still alive." Lu Mingze waved his hand, parting the black tide, revealing a clear area in the nearshore waters.

"And your answer, about making up?" He asked, somewhat sadly, descending from heaven.

At the Tokyo Meteorological Bureau, researchers are observing and analyzing color images recently captured by multiple satellites. Members of the Snake Clan have taken control of the area and have built a "Disaster Countermeasures Headquarters" here in the shortest possible time.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared as two unidentified flying objects moved at high speed over Tokyo. Three more fighter jets went missing; it would be strange if they couldn't spot them.

"White Dragon" and "Black Dragon" — The members of the Snake Clan looked at the colorful images they had captured over Tokyo. Those with strong mental fortitude were still able to work while trembling, while those with weaker mental fortitude had already collapsed to the ground, shouting "Doomsday!"

It really is not much different from the end of the world now.

The white emperor revived without their knowledge, and not only the white emperor, but also the black figure confronting him—do we even need to guess who it is?

"They are currently located in the South China Sea trench."

The Nankai Trench begins in Shizuoka Prefecture, west of Tokyo, and extends south to the southern tip of Kyushu Island. It is the closest trench to Tokyo.

The latest satellite images in color have arrived.

"God," someone in the crowd whispered as they watched with bated breath.

The painting of sky and sea is bleeding, with thunder rolling in the black tide like golden blood.

The scales on the white monarch, who was originally at a complete disadvantage, suddenly cracked, and cocoon silk wrapped around Xiu's body again.

The pure white scales fell off.

Seconds later, the devil tore open the angel's skin and emerged, its dark membrane wings piercing the sky.

The black dragon burst forth from the white dragon's body. It was not the white monarch that people thought it was. Although it was extremely damaged, its true appearance was far more majestic and imposing than the other black dragon. Its black scales shone with an obsidian-like luster, and its wingspan was even more exaggerated than that of its enemy.