Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's Dimensional Gate

Suddenly, Zhang Chulan seemed to understand something, his eyes slightly opened, and he glanced at Lu Mingfei out of the corner of his eye.

He glanced at the time; only a few minutes remained until his first battle. He fell into a brief moment of contemplation.

The ability to copy requires the individual to demonstrate their ability, which is then analyzed and copied using the Mirror Eye.

If Zhang Chulan doesn't demonstrate his abilities, Lu Mingfei simply won't be able to replicate them.

Since Yang Wulei can't be copied, we can just copy another one. However, the first match is Zhang Chulan, and the second match is his battle with Wang Ye. There is simply no time to copy.

Just as he was thinking that the thousand yuan was about to be lost, Xu Si interrupted his thoughts.

"What? You think you can't defeat Wang Ye?" Xu Si said casually.

"Feng Hou Qi Men's abilities are too unbelievable, they're very difficult to fight," Lu Mingfei said truthfully.

"Why don't you just copy Zhang Chulan's Yang Wu Lei directly?"

"That's not a good idea, after all, Yang Wulei is his stuff, and I have a pretty good relationship with Lao Zhang. He's kind of my 'strategist.' It wouldn't be very ethical for me to just copy it without asking, would it?" Lu Mingfei said after a moment's thought.

As a young person of the 21st century, it's best to avoid doing things that violate moral standards. Although he might do some perverse things, like using a trumpet to dangle his chubby cousin, that's only when the other person doesn't have a good relationship with him.

Copying Quanxing Leiyanpao's ability was a last resort, and since Quanxing was a universally hated group, they didn't have much psychological burden.

But I still feel a little guilty about this ability to directly copy my friends.

"What's wrong with that?" Xu Si continued to puff on his cigarette.

That's not very polite.

"He said he wouldn't let me copy it, so he just won't? How can you be so honest?" Xu Si looked at Lu Mingfei's head with suspicion. He now suspected that Lu Mingfei was a simpleton.

"What do you mean?" Lu Mingfei asked, somewhat puzzled.

Isn't honesty a good thing?

Is honesty a sin?

"Can Zhang Chulan beat you?" Xu Si asked.

"We can't beat them."

“That solves it,” Xu Si continued.

“He can’t beat you, so whether he copies you or not is not up to him. It’s you who are stronger than him, so you can step on his head. If you are stronger than others, they can also step on your head,” Xu Si said.

"..."

Lu Mingfei fell silent. He was a little vulnerable because Xu Si had said something he had experienced. He was the one who was trampled underfoot, only able to lie on the ground and look up at the soles of other people's shoes, watching them talk and laugh.

It's inevitable to feel sympathy for those who are trampled underfoot.

He didn't know how to answer Yang Wulei's question for a moment.

Xu Si, being a shrewd person, had seen through Zhang Chulan's little tricks and spoke up again.

"Moreover, that kid Zhang Chulan... would love for you to copy his abilities, and then use you as a smokescreen to confuse others in the world of supernatural beings, so that he can protect himself and keep himself in a safe situation."

"I think he was probably drunk just now and didn't react in time. Plus, given the persona Zhang Chulan cultivated of being at odds with you, it's impossible for him to let you copy his abilities in front of so many people."

"Psychological burdens are useless, and too much morality is not a good thing. Once you experience more and become numb, both of these will weaken to a very low level."

Lu Mingfei listened silently to Xu Si's analysis. He couldn't find any reason to refute it and felt that the other party's explanation was very reasonable.

It has a sense of "being there before," like grandparents telling their stories and explaining the lessons they learned to younger generations.

Although his grandparents had long since passed away and no one knew where they were buried, he still had this feeling.

"Finally... your copying of Zhang Chulan's Yang Wu Lei didn't harm him, but helped him. He was in the middle of a vortex. If this vortex is stirred up even bigger and multiple centers appear, people's attention will not be focused on one center, but will be dispersed to other vortex centers to take what they need."

"So, by copying Zhang Chulan's Yang Wu Lei, I was helping Zhang Chulan?" Lu Mingfei felt a little confused.

What kind of logic is this? Is it because he hasn't grown up?

Why do these things sound so mystical?

"That's right, and he even has to thank you." Xu Si chuckled.

Lu Mingfei became more and more confused as he listened. Why was all this scheming and intrigue so complicated? But he could still glean a conclusion from it.

He can directly copy Yang Wulei without Zhang Chulan's permission.

"I'm sorry, Lao Zhang," Lu Mingfei muttered to himself as he saw Zhang Chulan enter the arena.

Xu Si looked at Lu Mingfei walking onto the stage and felt a sense of responsibility and a long road ahead, but also a sense of challenge.

It's the feeling of gradually dyeing white paper black until it's completely immersed in pitch-black ink, turning it into jet-black paper.

Watching Lu Mingfei's retreating figure, he revealed a meaningful smile.

"Xu Si, what kind of crooked tricks are you teaching Lu Mingfei again?" Xu San shouted and kicked at him.

In the audience, Lu Mingfei activated his Mirror Eyes, his eyes seemingly flowing with gold.

He watched Tang Wenlong and Zhang Chulan on the field.

The referee gave the whistle.

In Lu Mingfei's vision, Zhang Chulan's body was circulating Qi that was different from the Golden Light Mantra. Points of white light appeared on Zhang Chulan's body surface in an instant and disappeared on the spot in the blink of an eye.

When it reappeared, it had already sent Tang Wenlong flying and laid out a dense array of white lightning bolts around him.

"Word of Power: Mirror Eye!"

Chapter 62 Lu Mingfei, you son of a bitch (Please continue reading)

A golden light first appeared in Lu Mingfei's hand.

The Qi of the five internal organs in his body was gathered together, with the Qi of the heart fire and lung metal as the main guide, and then harmonized by the spleen earth, and finally transformed into a white light. Then it quickly turned into white lightning, which danced in his palm like a water snake dancing in the water, crackling and leaping.

Scorching heat, steaming heat—that's how it felt after the palm crackled with electricity. As time passed, this initial discomfort gradually disappeared.

Instead, the shape of lightning on the palm of the hand changes constantly, sometimes lingering around the fingertips, sometimes residing in the palm.

He suddenly remembered an anime he had seen a few days ago, but unfortunately he didn't finish watching it because of time constraints.

The electric light dancing at your fingertips is my unwavering faith in this life...

The thing in my hand makes a "beep beep" sound, and it looks pretty powerful.

After carefully studying the mysteries of the Five Thunders of Yang, he realized that he was completely unable to match Zhang Chulan's cunning and unpredictability. Currently, due to his lack of proficiency, he could only release electric figures, which, like electric eels, would cause area-of-effect (AOE) damage and attack specific locations. This was a ranged attack other than the Twelve Labors Formation.

Now we finally have a second ranged attack.

Lu Mingfei felt a little strange, as his current Qi could not support a third ability.

Logically speaking, the Golden Light Mantra or the Twelve Labors Formation would be replaced.

However, he did not feel that the Golden Light Mantra or the Twelve Labors Formation had been replaced. It was more like half of something had been stuffed in, half of something had been stuffed in on the basis of the Golden Light Mantra, which just filled the remaining space of his Qi.

He can now use all three abilities, but only one ability can be used at a time, and there will be a short cooldown when switching between them.

Lu Mingfei was immersed in the joy of obtaining Yang Wulei when news of Tang Wenlong's defeat spread across the field.

His turn is next, so he needs to hurry up and prepare.

The field was completely silent.

As Lu Mingfei stepped down from the audience seats, he turned around and ran into Zhang Chulan, who was walking out after showing off.

"Old Zhang, Yang Wulei has made progress."

"..." Zhang Chulan silently held a cigarette in his mouth, then took out a lighter to light it.

"However, give it to me! Watch me refine it in an instant." Lu Mingfei made a gesture as if a black tiger were tearing out its heart.

A vibrant palm lightning appeared on his palm.

Zhang Chulan's gaze shifted between the other person's palm lightning and face, his expression filled with great confusion.

"what?!"

Zhang Chulan froze instantly, his mouth slightly open, and the cigarette he had just lit fell to the ground.

“No…” He was stunned for a long time.

"You're really taking advantage of me!"

Zhang Chulan was starting to lose his composure.

"Damn it, Lu Mingfei! I've cultivated for so many years, put in so much effort, and you just copy it like that? I haven't even had a girlfriend... Waaah, a girlfriend...!"

"I'm still a virgin! You son of a bitch, you already have a girlfriend, you're not a virgin anymore, can't you find someone else to grope? Are you even human...?"

He instantly forced a crying face and tearfully complained.

"Fourth Brother asked me to copy it." Lu Mingfei decisively sold out Xu Si.

When Zhang Chulan heard that it was Xu Si's idea, he cursed inwardly, "Xu Si is a bastard."

He couldn't help but sob, and his cries attracted Xu Si and Feng Baobao.

Zhang Chulan wiped away his tears with his sleeve, his face contorted with rage, and he practically spat out the words, "Lu Mingfei, I'm going to kill you!"

He lunged at Lu Mingfei with his hands clenched into claws, his momentum unstoppable, his speed creating gusts of wind.

however,

He suddenly stopped halfway through his attack, turned to look at Xu Si and Feng Baobao who hadn't made any move, and asked.

Why didn't you stop me?

"You said you wanted to kill him, why should I stop you? Besides, private fights are allowed offstage. I also want to see how you kill Lu Mingfei. I've been really annoyed with that unlucky guy Lu Mingfei from the beginning. I can't bully the weak, but I want to see how you teach this unlucky guy a lesson for me." Xu Si put his hands in his pockets, looking like a scoundrel watching a show.

Apart from Feng Baobao, no one among them could match Lu Mingfei. Although Lu Mingfei didn't have any fighting skills, he demonstrated what it meant to be strong enough to send bricks flying.

Zhang Chulan turned his gaze to Feng Baobao.

"Oh, you didn't tell me to stop you, so why should I stop you?" Feng Baobao replied matter-of-factly.

"A battle is about to break out, and I'm going to get beaten up soon. Bao'er, you have to stand by me," Zhang Chulan said.

"Yes, if you get beaten up, I'll help you get revenge."

“Baby, don’t worry about him. He’s probably secretly thrilled,” Xu Si said.

"Besides, you couldn't beat Lu Mingfei before. Now that Lu Mingfei knows Yang Wu Lei, do you think you can beat him? What are you going to use to fight him? Your virginity mark?" Xu Si teased.