Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from Sekiro

"Thank you, EVA, you're always so timely." The man gripped the sniper rifle, the crosshair aimed at Norton's head.

"But what use is a sniper rifle to you? The King of Bronze and Fire controls metal and fire; bullets cannot penetrate his defenses to harm him." A small, hazy shadow landed beside him, like a winged elf from a fairy tale.

“I know, that’s why I’m going to use that.”

"Was it worth it? Paying such a heavy price."

"EVA, what exactly is the Dragon King?"

"The first generation of dragons, which split directly from the black dragon Nidhogg, each control the powers of the four elements: earth, fire, water, and wind. There is very little information about the dragon king, so we infer that they are separate monarchs. Now it seems that there should be a pair of twins on the throne."

“The second-generation species I’ve seen are intelligent, but they’re still cunning beasts. But the Dragon King is different…” The man lowered his sights, black flames burning on the barrel of his gun. “I feel like the Dragon King is human. I can’t even tell the difference between them and humans.”

The pitch-black gun barrel instantly extended, becoming like a cannon.

The man took a deep breath, stared at the roaring figure in the sky, and pulled the trigger.

The spinning bullet was stained with eerie, ink-like flames. This special bullet blended into the hail of bullets. Its metal casing melted into molten steel like the other bullets, but the black flames pierced through the barrier and went straight for the Dragon King's heart.

Ink-black flames stained Norton's black coat and pierced his chest.

“Mans, now!” Principal Angers said to the badge.

Another ice-blue bullet was fired from a distant hilltop.

Norton coughed up blood in mid-air, and frost formed on his skin.

He roared and charged toward the cliff along with the fireball.

Chu Zihang sprinted to the edge of the cliff, his pupils bursting with a molten lava-like light.

"Word of Power: Monarch's Flame!"

A five-meter radius domain enveloped him and Lu Mingfei, but his Junyan Domain was like a grandson meeting his grandfather, appearing incredibly small under the fireball.

The fireball, like a meteor falling from the sky, engulfed the cliff top.

"Everyone! Lie on your hands and knees!" the principal's voice boomed over the communication channel.

Brilliant fireworks were released, shattering into golden rain.

Chapter 107 Erii's Invitation

Lu Mingfei fired a pistol at the ground.

Ice flowers bloomed, spreading along a line and rising into a huge ice wall.

A golden fireball filled the sky, instantly engulfing Chu Zihang's Monarch Flame Domain. He coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground.

Junyan belongs to the fire-type spirit word, so how could the bronze spirit that controls flames possibly fight against the King of Fire?

If it weren't for this icy blue barrier, he and Lu Mingfei would have perished in the sea of ​​fire, turning to ashes in an instant.

The light of the flames could not penetrate the ice wall, but outside the area covered by the ice wall, rocks and soil melted into viscous magma, flowing along the edge of the ice wall and emitting a fiery red light.

The trees and wild grass were burned, and before they could even produce a wisp of smoke, they were swallowed up by the lava flow.

The fireball exploded with a deafening roar that temporarily deafened everyone. Like an earthquake, the entire hill shook. Golden snow filled the gap between the sky and the earth, and sparks flew everywhere, obscuring everyone's vision.

The ice wall was constantly being eroded, but it immediately froze into new blocks of ice again, with the two forces fighting each other.

As darkness fell outside, the interior of the ice wall lit up.

The cooled lava formed an irregular circle around it, like a wooden barrel floating on the water, keeping the scorching red lava out.

The melting, paper-thin ice wall became a mirror, reflecting one of Norton's eyes, his third golden vertical pupil opening menacingly between his brows.

Blood stained his white vest, the crimson color continuously seeping out. He snorted coldly, clutching his chest with his hand, the black flames within his heart gradually shrinking and extinguishing.

Then his palm emitted a red glow and a burnt smell; the wound was sealed by burning.

Chu Zihang collapsed on the edge, motionless, but no one had time to pay attention to him.

Lu Mingfei drew his sword again and confronted Norton.

Norton was no longer human; he was now covered in scales, bone spurs, bony protrusions, and sharp claws...

These dragon-like features appeared on him not because he had been revived, but because he could no longer control his body.

He suffered a severe injury, but the scalding dragon blood stimulated him to transform into a dragon, thus granting him greater regenerative abilities.

He was originally the weaker of the twins. He and Constantine were complementary. His brother's strength was actually far greater than his, but his brother had a defect: he could not evolve into a huge dragon body, and he had an unchangeable cowardly personality.

In fact, Constantine was not suited to be the Dragon King at all. He must have been born into the wrong family and should have been a rich young master among humans.

Aside from that old, tattered black overcoat and white vest, Lu Mingfei couldn't equate the dragon in front of him with Old Tang.

He roared hoarsely, brandishing his claws, but his steps were as unsteady as a child's, for his "spirit" was entirely concentrated in his heart, repairing the damaged organ.

If that shot had hit his forehead, he would already be lying on the ground, but it just happened to hit his chest.

"Does it really have to come to this?" Lu Mingfei asked.

Even though Norton walked with such difficulty, the fire in his eyes did not go out.

The two were playing a turn-based game, one attacking and the other dodging; one only issued attack commands, while the other only dodged and never retaliated.

"Old Tang, please stop!" Lu Mingfei pleaded, while Norton roared and lunged at Lu Mingfei once more.

Norton dodged the attack by stepping to the side, falling heavily to the ground, covered in mud.

He struggled to his feet, his movements as sluggish as a zombie in an American zombie movie, baring his sharp fangs and his dense scales standing on end, like a cat with its fur standing on end.

Lu Mingfei could no longer reconnect him with his former friend.

Perhaps, as Lu Mingze said, in Norton's eyes, Old Tang's twenty years were just a movie so boring that it made him want to doze off.

"The first thing in the business..." Lu Mingfei sighed deeply.

He stopped dodging and instead stood still, using his knife to block Norton's claws.

With his left hand pressing down on the back of the knife, he pushed forward forcefully, causing Norton to stagger and fall to the ground.

The red dot was crystal clear to Lu Mingfei.

Without further hesitation, the sharp blade pierced Norton's third dragon eye between his eyebrows, and golden dragon blood splattered from the wound.

Norton screamed as if he had been thrown into a scalding sulfur spring in hell, while convulsing violently. The dragon transformation, which was only halfway through, stopped, and his jagged, bumpy face gradually returned to normal.

The claws transformed into human arms, hanging limply at their sides.

His hand suddenly and slowly reached into the pocket of his black overcoat, and pulled out something tightly clenched in his hand.

The Dragon King is indeed very resilient, but he is not invincible.

Either use the deadly poison of dragons, liquid mercury, or the precious Philosopher's Stone.

Alternatively, one could pierce the Dragon King's skull with a blade and nail his heart with an iron hammer.

Everything that is alive will eventually die.

The phenomenon of "ninja killing" cannot be explained by scientific principles. Although I have not tried it, it seems that even the Dragon King can be killed by ninja killing.

A second red dot appeared before Lu Mingfei's eyes, at Norton's heart. This should be the last one. As long as he draws his sword and stabs again, he can complete the first task given to him by Lu Mingze.

"The prophetic moment has finally arrived..." Old Tang muttered something as he gazed at the night sky.

"What should I call you?" Lu Mingfei was able to communicate with him again.

"Call me whatever you want, I'm going to die soon anyway." Old Tang turned his head, and the two looked at each other, both with dark eyes.

"Can I have a hug?" Old Tang suddenly said.

Just like the first time they made a video call on QQ, his slightly comical face broke into an ugly smile.

Lu Mingfei couldn't tell whether the person in front of him was the American bachelor who waited for him at the airport, took him on a Greyhound ride, and ate hot dogs and street steaks together, or the majestic Dragon King who could control the power of fire.

If he can't figure it out, he won't think about it.

"I welcome you anytime you want to come back." Lu Mingfei smiled, slowly opened his arms, helped Old Tang up, and gave him a hug.

Old Tang did not resist and whispered, "The password is 912323."

"what?"

Old Tang's tightly clenched right hand suddenly lashed out at Lu Mingfei!

Norton hasn't given up on revenge! He still has the strength for one last strike!

He held Lu Mingfei tightly, his right hand transforming into a sharp blade to pierce his enemy's chest!

However, Lu Mingfei did not feel any sharp sensation. A very ordinary punch landed on his back, and he did not even feel any pain.

Something slipped into Lu Mingfei's side pocket. Then, Old Tang shoved Lu Mingfei away abruptly, flames erupted from his right hand, and a bone spur extended from his wrist, softening and reshaping in an instant into the shape of a wedge.

The bone blade pierced through his chest.

The golden pupils turned leaden gray, and the bone blade vanished into thin air, turning into soft powder that drifted with a wave of heat from the magma towards another mangled body at the bottom of the cliff.

Lu Mingfei stood there, stunned, staring at the pale face.

He looked at it for a long time, then took the thing that had slipped out of his pocket.

A card covered in scratches contains a person's savings of twenty years.

The sky was filled with flickering flames and fading light, the ice walls melted into water, and Lu Mingfei and the standing Dragon King corpse were surrounded by lava, like an epic tale of heroes.

"Let us cheer for our heroes!" The principal's powerful voice rang out: "Our S-class freshman Lu Mingfei and Super A-class Chu Zihang have joined forces to kill Norton, the King of Bronze and Fire!"

"They are heroes of humanity!"

A round of enthusiastic applause erupted from the hillside, and everyone was calling their names.

...

Two days later, Sunday noon.

"Mr. Lu Mingfei, there's a package for you, along with the PS3 game console and 24-inch LCD TV you ordered." The waiter delivering lunch pushed open the bedroom door, a silver cart rolled in, and a burly man carrying a toolbox came in with him.

The burly man started working as soon as he entered the door, beginning to install the television.

Lu Mingfei only dared to order takeout and didn't dare to leave his dormitory. Everyone knew that he had killed the twin dragon kings. He was now more famous than the principal. Whenever he went out, people would come up to him for autographs, and beautiful women would flock to hug him and leave lipstick marks on his face.

Even though the principal emphasized at the Saturday assembly that everyone should not excessively interfere with the heroes' normal lives, some people still broke the rules.

Nowadays, no one in the student council, the Lionheart Club, or the freshman association dares to invite Lu Mingfei to join anymore, because his reputation is simply too great.