Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from Sekiro

She's a little witch; who can guess what she'll do next?

To hell with freedom, to hell with snipers, all I want to do today is watch the show. She really wants to know just how far Lu Mingfei is capable of.

At this moment, she seemed to transform into a fervent female fan who constantly supports her brother on Weibo, her only wish being to see him perform.

What kind of person can stop a fanatical celebrity worshipper? This is an unsolved mystery of the world.

Lu Mingfei was very attentive to his surroundings. He noticed Nuonuo's arrival, but he didn't see her face. He recognized her by her voice.

He didn't listen carefully to the specific conversation, but as long as the visitor wasn't a terrorist, that was fine.

The professor and Nono were hiding in the trench he had built—yes, he called that human bunker a trench.

Ashina has many trenches, which Lu Mingfei is very familiar with. He often hides there to avoid being bombarded by cannons from higher ground.

He knew the trench structure like the back of his hand. The human bunker was built perfectly; unless you climbed directly to the top, you couldn't snipe anyone inside from any angle.

These terrorists don't seem to have rockets or tanks, which is good news, meaning that as long as Nono and the professor don't come out of the trenches, they're safe.

He has nothing to worry about.

Lu Mingfei kept a close eye on the subtle vibrations. There were six people still active here: two were fighting with knives in the square, two were hiding in the narrow passage, and one was running in another building. Including him, there were exactly six.

The person who hadn't yet shown himself was running around aimlessly, pausing for a few seconds every now and then, as if searching for something.

Judging from the sound of movement, the person was approaching. Lu Mingfei didn't know what equipment the other party had, but it was clear that a plastic baseball bat alone was not enough; they had to take "Murasame" away!

However, we still need to be careful. The person running around might not be a sniper. Never trust the information the enemy gives you. Although Caesar and Chu Zihang both said that there was only one girl on their side, who knows if they were lying?

You can only rely on yourself and the knife in your hand.

Lu Mingfei crouched down, like a hunting wolf.

Caesar and Chu Zihang in the square have slowed down their movements. Ninjas must be good at seizing opportunities!

The shadow disappeared into the smoke.

Chapter 43 What is Dad's Dad called?

What about me, Lu Mingfei, who's so big?

Nono swore that her eyes never left the figure hiding in the shadows, but in an instant, the figure vanished.

Could it be hidden in the smoke?

Nono thought in disbelief that it was a smoke grenade modified by the equipment department.

The creation of those bomb fanatics, developed by accident, had no destructive power and worked like a regular smoke grenade. However, due to the density of the gas, the smoke could only drift within 0.5 meters of the ground and dissipated very quickly, within minutes.

The students participating in the day of freedom all wore special masks that not only covered their faces but also purified the air. The combat uniforms they wore were actually standard equipment for actual combat exercises, not just for show.

With the mask on, the smoke will not cause breathing difficulties for any of the mixed-race individuals.

Although it was a day of freedom, no one really intended to start a war. The magazines were filled with specially made Frigga bullets, alchemical bullets that would quickly shatter and vaporize upon impact, leaving only blood-like marks without harming anyone—just a little toy.

Frigg is the wife of Odin, the chief god in Norse mythology. In order to protect her son Baldr, the god of light, she made all things in the world swear not to harm him. Everything swore an oath, so even if a bullet was thrown at Baldr, it would avoid him. This alchemical bullet could not hurt people at all, but it contained a trace amount of anesthetic that would make people fall into a coma immediately.

This is just a game; no one will die. The only exception is Lu Mingfei, a freshman. If Professor Guderian hadn't explained the rules to him... no, no, that's impossible. No matter how unreliable the professor is... he wouldn't make such a mess of something like this...

Moreover, Caesar and Chu Zihang are the most outstanding geniuses in the academy. Since they enrolled, they have almost stolen the spotlight from everyone else.

No matter how talented an S-rank student is, he's still just a freshman who's never been on the battlefield.

It's important to know that students at Kassel College are required to undertake off-campus internships every summer and winter break, and sometimes there are even emergency assignments.

Internships at Kassel College aren't like sitting in an office cleaning, serving tea and water, or sitting at a desk organizing data with Excel. At the very least, you'll be going on archaeological field trips with alumni, which requires very hardcore professional knowledge. And this is already a very low-level internship. For someone like Nono, an A-level hybrid, fighting is often unavoidable.

Hybrids lurk in the shadows of the world, and they are also responsible for cleaning up the dead servants who have fallen from their own kind. Every student in Cassel will carry out at least one combat mission before graduation.

Caesar was born into an ancient family of dragon slayers and received the most rigorous education from a young age. His lineage and talent made him shine from the first day of school, and his combat ability was beyond doubt.

Although Chu Zihang was born in a small city in China, his bloodline is extremely pure and he possesses golden eyes that never go out. He is only a sophomore in college, but according to some rumors, he has already completed several missions of the Execution Department on his own.

Did Lu Mingfei intend to ambush them? Is that reasonable?

Nono started to get excited.

Could it be that...?

Caesar cannot use words of power here!

Her eyes shone with anticipation, a look that was somewhat similar to Professor Guderian's.

She and the professor were both notorious lunatics at the school.

...

Lu Mingfei crouched as he advanced, his body disappearing into the gray smoke. His ninja-like movements allowed him to move freely without causing a ripple.

He is highly skilled at stealth; being cowardly is the secret to survival.

Assassination, backstabbing, and stab wounds—this is the supreme path advocated by the righteous Lu Mingfei.

Aside from desperate battles where there was no way to hide or avoid, his favorite thing to do was to hide in the bushes and sneak up behind someone to deliver a fatal stab.

Sometimes, after all the samurai and spearmen are wiped out, only a lame soldier banging a gong will remain.

He was soft-hearted, so he almost always spared the lives of the gong-beating soldiers who had no fighting ability.

Perhaps it was a lingering effect of the war, but even though all his comrades around him had died, the gong-beater remained numbly banging on the old bronze gong. In his eyes as he looked at Lu Mingfei, there was timidity and fear.

The gong-beater was trapped on the day his legs were blown off, just like Lu Mingfei was trapped in that Japanese-style ancient city.

What lies hidden beneath the calm surface of the sea? Rushing undercurrents? Hard reefs? Or perhaps...?

Lu Mingfei wielding a modified baseball bat that lights up!

It's now!

Lu Mingfei had already circled around to Chu Zihang's side.

His eyes were fixed on the Japanese longsword, and now it was time for the shark to slide its fins and accelerate!

In the hazy smoke, his legs were slightly bent, his whole body like a taut bow, and in the next breath, he shot out at an unimaginable speed.

The smoke was cut off by his high speed. The circular arena between Chu Zihang and Caesar, and the straight trajectory, looked like a giant lollipop of Piggy Hero.

Before anyone could react, the baseball bat, flashing with colorful lights, slammed down on Chu Zihang's wrist.

Facing Caesar was something that required complete concentration. Although Chu Zihang was on guard against the secret weapon whose nature he didn't know, he never expected that the secret weapon would make such an impressive appearance.

With a heavy blow to his wrist, his most prized "Muramasa" was released from his grasp for the first time during the battle.

At the same time, eerie music began to play.

Chu Zihang was very familiar with the music here, because it played on every electric rocking chair in front of the Chinese supermarket. He even used to sit on it with his father when he was a child.

"What's Daddy's dad called? Daddy's dad is Grandpa."

What is Daddy's mom called? Daddy's mom is called Grandma.

Damn it! Is that guy who modified the baseball bat an idiot?!

The colorful lights on the baseball bat flashed wildly, and the deafening music instantly drew everyone's attention to the intruder whose face was covered by a purple scarf. Chu Zihang's knife was already in his hand.

In the last second before Chu Zihang lost consciousness, all he saw was that flowing purple silk scarf.

He has a good memory. That silk scarf belonged to a member of Caesar's Lace Ballet cheerleading team. She was a woman with a great figure, and, well, her dancing skills were superb; she could spin really well.

A swirling swan appeared before his eyes, like a spinning baguette, flying over with a sweet kiss. The short-haired boy in the black combat uniform kissed the ground, making a dull sound. In the air, only the children's song from China echoed.

"What's Daddy's dad called? Daddy's dad is called Grandpa!"

Chapter Forty-Four: He's the real grandfather!

"Who are you!" Caesar shouted, raising 'Dictator'.

That person was supposed to attack him; isn't this Chu Zihang's secret weapon?

The high-speed sprint left a very deep impression on him. He jumped back immediately to create distance, but unexpectedly, the person did not attack him. Instead, he was beating Chu Zihang.

Caesar wanted to laugh, but he couldn't.

"My dad's dad is called grandpa~"

The comical music clashed terribly with the surrounding smell of gunpowder, like putting ice cream into boiling oil to fry—it was truly astounding.

The song continued to play, and the colorful lights flashing on the baseball bat looked like the loafers worn by toddlers in open-crotch pants, making a "smack-smack" sound as they walked on the street, with their bright colors ostentatiously displayed.

Walking down the street, you'll be the most dazzling person there, and all the little girls will turn their heads to look at you.

The mysterious man before him was just like that, his shoes replaced with baseball bats, his face covered with a silk scarf made from the thigh of a cheerleader, and his entrance was so flamboyant. Caesar never imagined that one day he would be so deeply mired in self-doubt.

Which Japanese comedy variety show am I standing on?

After the mysterious man took Chu Zihang's knife, he smashed Chu Zihang's neck hard with a baseball bat. The cold boy fell to the ground. Then, he threw the baseball bat on the ground. His manner did not seem like disgust, but rather an action made out of shame.

Caesar stared coldly at the pervert who was covering his face with a girl's original ribbon, licked his dry lips, and the atmosphere should have been tense, but the phrase "What's your father's father called?" was just too brainwashing.

But there's a problem: he's not the father, but the person opposite him looks like the grandfather.

Why do I say that? Because the mysterious person made a move!

He disappeared into the smoke once again, right under Caesar's nose.

Caesar is extremely sensitive to the movement of air; even if he cannot use words of magic, once an enemy has appeared, he will never be able to escape his lock.

But the mysterious man was just too fast!

He had exhausted too much energy in his duel with Chu Zihang and was even feeling a bit out of sorts.

"Those not involved are out!" Caesar roared. He didn't want to be subservient!

The blades clashed, sparking brilliant fireworks.

As the surrounding smoke gradually dissipated, the mysterious man had nowhere to hide.

Caesar was furious. He thought Chu Zihang had hidden a secret weapon, but the guy was wearing a student council cheerleader's ribbon and even knocked down Chu Zihang. Didn't that make him the one who was lying?

He charged forward with a roar, the blade of Dick Tudor's reflecting a sharp, cold light in the sunlight, but the mysterious man did not dodge; he simply stood still and responded with the edge of his blade.

Ta-da!

The clash of metal is like striking a quenched blade with a hammer, sending out bursts of crimson sparks.