Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from Sekiro

The old professor's piercing roar came through the headset.

"The King of Bronze and Fire! Wasn't he just an egg?" Ye Sheng exclaimed. "Damn it, I thought it was some kind of berserk second-generation species! Mingfei, it seems we have to abandon the plan! Use your alchemical bullets to buy some time; we can't handle this level anymore!"

"I understand. I need some time to charge the alchemical bullet. You take Old Tang and get out of here first. We'll be right there. Don't worry about me. You know I'm fast. I'll be out as soon as I freeze him." Lu Mingfei drew his Maklov pistol and stood at the very front of the swimming pool.

"Okay." Ye Sheng agreed and began directing the crowd to disperse with Jiu Deya. The crowd quickly left, and Lao Tang was carried onto a stretcher with ice packs placed around his body. Finger, soaking wet, followed the stretcher out of the entrance.

The well-trained crowd evacuated successfully within a dozen seconds. Caesar was the last to leave, and before he did, he took a deep look at Lu Mingfei's back.

Only Lu Mingfei and "King of Bronze and Fire" remained in the swimming pool.

For some reason, the Dragon King suddenly stopped. The fog in the swimming pool became thicker and thicker, like a sauna. Lu Mingfei could only see the golden firelight shining through the fog.

The fire was submerged by the water and gradually went out, while the pool water boiled and bubbles rose from the bottom of the pool.

A moment later, the Dragon King began to advance again, and Lu Mingfei raised his pistol and fired at the Dragon King.

The bullets were blocked outside the area and turned into molten steel droplets that fell into the swimming pool.

There were no frozen ice flowers, nor huge icicles.

"Just as I thought..." Lu Mingfei sighed and put the pistol back on his waist.

Maklov's six bullets were used up last night, and the magazine was filled with new bullets.

Clearly, this gun does not have the power to "freeze" bullets.

Perhaps this is a one-time use item; once the special bullets are used up, they're gone.

The Dragon King's fire was completely extinguished, and the area around the swimming pool was shrouded in a super fog, with visibility less than 10 meters.

Lu Mingfei stayed put, listening to the Dragon King's movements. Without that conspicuous golden light, he didn't know where the Dragon King would emerge from. He needed to figure out the direction of the Dragon King's movements before leaving.

He heard the sound of splashing water, and it seemed like someone was trying to flip over out of the pool.

"Is it Norton?" Lu Mingfei gripped the knife, his mind focused.

Strange, why doesn't he jump up? Aren't dragons all incredibly strong?

Or perhaps he hatched prematurely due to some accident. Yesterday, Norton was still an egg in a copper jar. Maybe he could only release words of power, and his body had not yet grown and was still very fragile.

But even if only the power of words can be released, it is almost impossible to solve.

A dragon king who can command metal and fire—that's practically invincible, isn't it?

Guns, rockets, missiles...

Modern weapons are almost all based on explosions and mechanical energy. If Norton's abilities have no limit, it's really hard to imagine how to kill him; it would be an impossible task.

Lu Mingfei didn't know if the wedge-shaped ball would also melt into a pool of molten iron. So far, his partner had never made a mistake in a duel, but that was also because they had never encountered such a bizarre situation.

He swallowed hard, thought for a moment, and instead of drawing the knife, he walked to the open French window, ready to escape at any moment.

But he was stunned. What he saw in the white mist was not a dragon maid covered in dragon scales, nor a little dragon with two horns on its head and a tail trailing behind it, but a thin boy.

He climbed up the escalator, revealing his head with his cheeks tucked below his cheekbones, like a special youth experiencing withdrawal symptoms. However, his eyes were clear and dark, gleaming with a certain light. His gaze was evasive, and he dared not look directly at Lu Mingfei.

He climbed up the escalator, his naked body pale, his ribs protruding, his skin cracked, and he was emaciated, like a child who had been abused.

“I want to see my brother. Have you seen him?” he said softly, looking down.

Lu Mingfei didn't know where this boy came from, but if everyone had already evacuated, then only he and the King of Bronze and Fire should remain here.

How could he possibly believe that the emaciated boy before him was the Dragon King?

He didn't know what to say, he just stared at that face.

"I'm sorry to bother you," the boy said weakly, walking around Lu Mingfei from the other side.

Step by step, he walked slowly and laboriously, dragging his long strides, as if he might fall to the ground at any moment.

Lu Mingfei suddenly noticed that the boy's hair, which had been wet with water, had dried.

A few golden sparks drifted from his hair, the scorching air rushed towards him, and the paving stones he had stepped on bore charred marks. Flowing golden flames slowly seeped out, enveloping his entire body...

...

Everything before my eyes was a blur.

Choose.

A majestic voice rang in my ears.

Someone pulled at his eyelids, forcing him to open his eyes and look directly at everything in front of him.

"Choose." The voice kept repeating in my ear.

On the left are scorching flames, a charred human figure, and screams of madness and agony.

To the right was a refreshing breeze, cheers and clinking glasses, thunderous applause and dazzling lights.

As he walked to the left, the lights on the right dimmed; as he walked to the right, the flames on the left burned even more fiercely.

Even a fool would know which side to choose: one is a scorching hell, the other is a paradise where you can easily enjoy yourself. No one would be foolish enough to go to the left.

He straightened his chest and strode towards the stage and lights, stepping in with his left foot. Just as he lifted his right foot, he suddenly turned back to look at the other side.

He stood there, gazing at the burning city, a sense of unease creeping over him.

"Could there still be people suffering inside..." he wondered, placing his right foot down but remaining motionless for a long time.

It would be too cruel if only he were happy...

The firelight illuminated his furrowed brows; half of his body stepped into the light, while the other half remained in darkness.

...

"You're awake! That's great!"

The first thing that catches the eye is Fingel's big face.

"What's wrong with me..." Old Tang climbed up from the stretcher, his head feeling like it was filled with a lead ball, both dizzy and heavy.

"You fainted. We barely managed to pull you back from the brink of death." Fingel gently patted Old Tang's back, tears welling in his eyes. "You almost went to your death. You really scared us to death."

He then realized that he was surrounded by doctors wearing white coats, holding syringes, wearing masks, and blue medical caps.

His memory was fragmented; he remembered being carried on Lu Mingfei's back, and when he opened his eyes again, this was the scene before him.

Health is the foundation of life, and he has always been in good health. Even though he plays games every day, his athletic ability is still excellent, and he has never been sick since childhood.

Heaven gave him a tragic life, but endowed him with a strong body. This was the first time in his life that he had fallen into a coma and lost consciousness.

"Hi, we meet again." An old man greeted him.

"Principal Angers!"

Many people called out the old man's name. He seemed to be very respected among the students, whose eyes sparkled as they looked at him.

With Fingel's help, Old Tang stood up. They stood on a lawn on a distant hill, next to a straight, lush pine tree. Most of the setting sun had sunk below the horizon, leaving only a small arc. Below the hill was a wide open space with a white powder-painted arena on the yellow soil, like an arena for some kind of sport.

“Don’t worry, we’ll explain everything to you after this is over,” Fingel said. “Wait a minute, whatever you choose, we’ll still be brothers.”

choose...

Old Tang's vision suddenly blurred again.

He stumbled and almost fell to the ground, but Fingel caught him.

“Be careful,” Fingel said. “Is there anything else that's bothering you?”

"No..." Old Tang shook his head vigorously: "I just woke up and I feel a little dizzy."

He took a deep breath and looked down at the empty space with everyone else.

A figure weaved through the bushes and came to greet him; it was Lu Mingfei.

"Old Tang! You're awake!" Lu Mingfei exclaimed in surprise as he leaned over and took his hand.

The sensation I felt was that of white bandages.

"What happened to your hand?" Old Tang asked.

"It's nothing, just a minor injury, it won't affect anything." Lu Mingfei chuckled and scratched the back of his head. "It's good that you're alright. Just wait a little longer, it'll be over soon. Our plans to go out and have fun might have to be put on hold for a few days, but don't worry, the academy will compensate us."

Old Tang was completely bewildered. It felt like he had been in a coma for a whole year. Even though they were all people he knew, he couldn't understand a word they were saying.

Fingel helped him sit down on the ground, and Lu Mingfei was called away by the old man for a talk.

The principal pulled Lu Mingfei to the edge of the highest cliff, opened the briefcase in front of him, and assembled a large-caliber sniper rifle from it.

Lu Mingfei watched silently, without saying a word.

The principal then took out a cylindrical quartz jar, which resembled a polished red crystal, with a blood-like luster flowing and changing inside.

"The fifth element, the Philosopher's Stone, represents the spirit." The principal said, "The alchemical bullet is constructed from pure spirit. Only it can kill the Dragon King. We must cherish the bullets; they are very difficult to obtain."

He loaded the bullets into the magazine, cocked it with a "click," and finally handed the rifle to Lu Mingfei.

"Principal, are the Dragon King and humans really mortal enemies?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"Of course, humans have been fighting against it since ancient times. You know, before hybrids were born, every year human tribes had to offer the dragons the purest and most beautiful virgins. If the required number and standard were not met, the tribe in that area would be destroyed, and none of the offered virgins ever came back alive."

"Humans are too weak to resist the rule of these tyrannical monarchs."

"Until humans captured dragons. Then they sacrificed young women to them. After the women became pregnant, they were locked in cages for observation. If the birth was successful, the child would be a viable hybrid. If the proportion of dragon blood was too high, the fetus would be very aggressive, the birth would be difficult, and it might even kill its own mother. At that point, the people outside would use spears to stab both the fetus and the woman to death..."

"This is the earliest origin of hybrids, filled with bloodshed, where humans used dirty means to steal the power of the dragons."

“From the moment we began our rebellion, we were destined to be mortal enemies with dragons. There is no such thing as coexistence.” Angers drew his folding knife and said slowly, “Do not have any sympathy for dragons, otherwise, it will only bring disaster to your friends, relatives and lovers.”

The sun gradually sank behind the mountains.

As darkness fell, a light shone in the distance, slowly moving towards them...

Chapter 105 If it's too hard for one person to die

“The King of Bronze and Fire is not invincible. I will break through his defenses for you. In a moment you will see a rotating eye, his third dragon eye, which is his vital point. Aim at his forehead and shoot him with this bullet.” The principal said, “There is only one bullet, no second chance. I believe in you, Lu Mingfei.”

“Why me?” Lu Mingfei’s hand stroked the barrel of the gun, familiarizing himself with its parts and weight. “I’ve only ever used a sniper rifle in games. There are many snipers in the academy who are better than me, such as Senior Susie and Professor Mans.”

“Because you have been chosen, you must believe in your bloodline.” Angers took a pure white handkerchief from the collar pocket of his suit and gently wiped his large folding knife. It had an exquisite copper-inlaid wooden handle and a curved blade. The recessed blood grooves formed a serpentine twisting pattern. “You are a unique ‘S’ class, only you can be immune to my ‘Word of Power: Time Zero’.”

Looking at the ancient knife, Lu Mingfei could tell from the look in Principal Angers' eyes that he was one of them.

This knife is to the principal what a wedge-shaped stone is to him.