Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from Sekiro

The course selection form must be changed! It absolutely must be changed! Lu Mingfei must attend classes according to the original plan!

"Professor, why are you looking at me like that?" Lu Mingfei felt a chill run down his spine; even the muzzle of a gun couldn't compare to Professor Guderian's lecherous gaze.

"It's nothing, let's hurry back to the office and hide! We have more important things to do now!"

"Wait!" Lu Mingfei covered Professor Guderian's mouth, looked around at the ground, and picked up a baseball bat at random.

This is a very fancy baseball bat, all sorts of colors, and it looks like there are even colored lights embedded in it. You can tell at a glance that it's been modified.

God knows why there were baseball bats, roller skates, white lace lingerie, Beatles CDs, all sorts of random things that fell out of these guys' pockets.

What a group of spirited people! They even bring their favorite things to the grave when they play gunfights.

But why would someone be wearing a pair of white lace women's underwear?

If it was a man who was with him, then he would definitely need to go to the police station to give a statement!

Lu Mingfei really wanted to ask who had put the woman's underwear in their pocket, but he didn't have time for that, because someone else was coming.

To stay upright in the narrow passage without making a sound, he had to use his mouth to hold things since all four of his limbs were occupied. He wasn't Zoro, who could use a three-sword style while holding a sword in his mouth; he could only hold a small screwdriver, but that screwdriver was dull and unusable.

Moreover, with so much cover around us, a baseball bat is clearly more useful.

Suddenly, a loud and powerful broadcast came from all directions, coming through the school's loudspeaker system.

Lu Mingfei frowned because there was a loudspeaker above his head, which would interfere with his judgment of the enemy's location.

He didn't smash the loudspeaker because those things are everywhere, and even if he smashed it, it would still make a lot of noise. He figured he might as well listen to what these terrorists had to say.

"Caesar, how many of your men are still alive? Do you want to continue?"

"Caesar! That damn student council president! That spoiled brat who drives a Bugatti Veyron! I'll remember him! If he ever chooses my class, I'll make him pay!" Professor Guderian said angrily.

"Chu Zihang, well done. I didn't expect you to have such a secret weapon hidden in the office building. I really misjudged you!" The voice that answered came from the same loudspeaker system, with a cold laugh: "I only have me and one girl left here. You really did a good job. Do you want me to use a girl to charge into your encirclement?"

“Yes, and this black-haired student from China, even though he studies very hard, I must make a note of it in his file!” Professor Guderian was petty.

"Chu Zihang?" Lu Mingfei was taken aback, feeling that the name sounded very familiar.

"Stop pretending, Caesar. I don't know what you've been hiding in the office building, but unfortunately, I only have one girl left on my side. She's the sniper who's been giving you a headache. As long as you lock onto the parking lot, you won't be able to get through. It's a pity she's not cut out for charging."

"Won't this year be a dead end? Wouldn't that be a real shame?"

"It's a pity, I still wanted to win your Bugatti Veyron."

"Now I only have a hunting knife left. What about you?"

"Of course it's that Murasame sword; it's my command sword."

"Let's meet at the office building then, and we'll see who's pretending."

"A trap? Then let's have one."

The static from the loudspeaker abruptly stopped, and both sides cut off communication.

The campus was as silent as a dead city, filled with the smoke of gunpowder, and someone was setting off smoke bombs.

Lu Mingfei reached out, trying to cover his mouth and nose with something, and felt a silky touch in his hand. When he looked at it, he realized it was the women's lace lingerie.

His face flushed red, and he quickly threw away the underwear that made the virgin feel shy.

Our Lone Wolf is still an innocent little boy who has never been in love.

Professor Guderian coughed violently, covering his mouth and nose as he hid in a corner.

Lu Mingfei pulled a purple ribbon from a pair of shapely legs and covered his mouth and nose, nodding and saying, "Professor, you can stay here without worry. I will come to pick you up once this is resolved."

Professor Guderian gave an OK sign.

Lu Mingfei nodded and quietly walked to the outside of the narrow passage using the stealthy steps of a ninja.

Professor Guderian followed immediately, took out his phone, turned on the camera, and focused the lens on Lu Mingfei from inside the human bunker.

He wanted to record this epic moment!

The era of the arrogant and domineering student council president from Italy and the cool basketball prince from China is over! Today!

He, Lu Mingfei, a student of Professor Guderian, an outstanding teacher at Kassel College, is about to make a dazzling appearance and herald the arrival of a new era!

The winner of the day of freedom was not the student council, nor the Lionheart Society, but Guderian!

Hehehehehehehehehe!

He could already imagine the earthquake and tsunami that would ensue if the video were uploaded to the forum.

A blissful smile appeared on the old madman's face, but suddenly, thick smoke filled his mouth and nose.

"Cough cough cough, cough cough cough!" He coughed violently, putting on a mask of pain.

One should not be too arrogant, or arrogance will bring bad luck.

Chapter 40 You're hiding a secret weapon?

Professor Guderian covered his mouth and nose with a damp towel.

You ask where the water came from? There's a half-empty bottle of mineral water on the ground; I wonder which masked gunman brought it.

His gaze was fixed on Lu Mingfei, while his phone's camera also locked onto the protagonist.

The doors of the church and the small building opened at the same time, and the heavy combat boots took their first steps almost simultaneously.

Lu Mingfei hid behind a load-bearing pillar, his baseball bat hanging limply in his hand. In the shadows, he seemed like a phantom that didn't exist. His face was covered by a pale purple silk scarf, and all that could be seen were his black eyes.

The person in the crimson combat uniform was carrying a military hunting knife about half a meter long, with gold patterns branded on the black blade.

The person in the black combat uniform carried a long, slender Japanese sword, its blade reflecting the sunlight so bright it was almost blinding.

The two walked towards the plaza in the middle of the office building at the same time, unhurried, their footsteps making the atmosphere increasingly tense.

The smoke grenades didn't obstruct the view; they seemed to be just props used to set the mood. If you were standing, the thick gray smoke only obscured your vision up to your knees; above that, there was nothing.

Smoke swirled on the ground, resembling the dry ice effects often seen in the Heavenly Court of "Journey to the West." This place didn't look like a battlefield; it looked more like a movie scene.

Lu Mingfei listened to the footsteps, closed his eyes, and reduced his breathing and heart rate to a minimum. Unless you walked right up to his face, it would be very difficult to notice that there was someone hiding there.

The person in the crimson combat uniform stopped on one side of the corridor, removed the mask from their head, and let their long, golden hair fall down, setting off their Greek-sculpted face. Their eyes were a rare ice-blue, and their gaze was icy.

He tossed his hunting knife into the air, twirled it, and looked at the person in black combat uniform opposite him.

The other person also removed their mask, revealing short black hair and a cold, stern face, resembling a handsome villain from a Final Fantasy CG.

"Aren't you going to bring out your secret weapon yet?" the blond young man said. "You've done well this year. Hurry up and show me your knife. I can't wait to break it in two."

"Caesar, when did you learn to lie?" The black-haired young man replied coldly. "I've already said, I'm the only one left here, just me and my sniper. There's no one else. On the contrary, what exactly are you hiding in this building?"

They stood on either side of the lawn, neither taking another step forward.

If they had gone just a little further, they would have found countless people lying in the corridor, some in red combat uniforms and others in black combat uniforms. These terrorists were lying haphazardly on the ground, piled up like a human pyramid, covering the entire area.

The two would be astonished to see this scene, but unfortunately the smoke bomb obscured their vision. At this moment, they could only see each other and the secret weapon hidden somewhere.

No one dared to make a move, because the knife hidden in the shadows could pierce your chest in the next second.

"Me? Caesar? Lying?" The blond man suddenly burst into laughter. "Chu Zihang, I know you Chinese like to use stratagems, with countless military tactics like the Thirty-Six Stratagems and the Seventy-Two Transformations, but I am Caesar. Do you know whose name that is?"

The laughter stopped abruptly.

The moment the question was asked, Caesar shot out like an arrow.

An invisible pressure emanated from Caesar's attack, sending a chill down one's spine.

Lu Mingfei could sense the sound of the airflow and footsteps, and even without opening his eyes, he could perceive how fast the person running was.

Caesar's figure blurred because of the incredible speed. The smoke was instantly billowed up like waves, and you could only see a dark shadow moving in the smoke, as if he were everywhere.

"Damn smoke! Now we can't see a clear picture!" Professor Guderian cursed, continuing to capture the footage.

This smoke bomb was planted by Caesar.

This was all for this moment. He was convinced that Chu Zihang's secret weapon was in the office building. Since you are ruthless, then don't blame me for being ruthless in return!

He was like a falcon swooping down from the sky! The hunting knife and the arm holding it were indistinguishable because the even faster speed made the knife disappear into the smoke.

This is a knife meant to kill a person; it is forceful, chilling, and carries an inviolable majesty!

"Let me tell you! My name comes from Gaius Julius Caesar!" A calm roar followed by a slash of the blade.

Even a piece of iron can be cleaved in two with a single stroke.

But Chu Zihang is not iron; the long sword in his hand is the real iron!

In a split second, Chu Zihang made the right decision. He also stirred up smoke and used the long knife in his hand!

Another longsword also disappeared. Then, metal clashed, and sparks flew in the smoke amidst the almost roaring sound of steel.

If you've seen Dragon Ball, you'll immediately understand this fighting style.

Caesar and Chu Zihang were like Super Saiyans with their hair standing on end and their bodies enveloped in golden aura. All you could hear was the clanging of swords clashing and a fleeting spark in front of you.

The shadowy figures collided in the smoke, and Professor Guderian frantically switched between shots, not wanting to miss a single exciting moment.

"Damn it! Why didn't I bring my $3 camera? The phone's resolution is just too bad!" Professor Guderian complained.

If he could capture this scene with a Blu-ray camera, he would definitely win this year's international best photography award.

This is even more cinematic than a movie shot; even the most skilled stunt performers cannot replicate this level of impact.

“I know Gaius Julius Caesar! Your name comes from him?” Chu Zihang responded to Caesar’s question.

Even amidst the clash of metal, the two still had the leisure to chat.

“Since you know that, then you should also know that Caesar never claimed the title of emperor, but later generations called him Caesar the Great!” Caesar’s gaze was icy.

Any figure who, without the title of emperor, possessed the power of an emperor in reality, had absolute dominance in history.

Caesar Gattuso has never failed his name. He was very disappointed with Chu Zihang's secretive behavior. If he had a secret weapon, he should have just admitted it. He has never been a sore loser.

He lost this time, but he can find a chance to win next time. Most of his team has disappeared from the office building, and even if reinforcements are sent, they can't send back any useful information.

Having such a powerful opponent only excited Caesar; he was never afraid of losing because he firmly believed he would win in the end.

But you, Chu Zihang, are like a petty person who dares not admit it, which really disappoints me!

"I thought you were a worthy opponent."

The sounds of sparks and metal clashing ceased, the smoke gradually dissipated, leaving only the two men facing off.