Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

Caesar tilted his head and simultaneously unleashed a fierce whip kick towards his opponent's waist and abdomen, the force of which was astonishing.

The clown neither dodged nor avoided, but casually pressed down with his other hand, effortlessly restraining Caesar's whip leg.

The immense force collided, producing a dull thud.

Caesar felt as if he had kicked a mountain, his leg going numb from the impact.

"Not bad strength~ But it's still not enough~", the clown chuckled and flung Caesar's ankle away.

Caesar felt an irresistible force come over him, and he was lifted up and slammed hard into an abandoned textile machine next to him.

"Boom! Clang!"

The heavy steel machine was dented and parts flew everywhere.

Caesar felt a sweet taste in his throat and almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

He forcibly twisted his body, adjusted his posture in mid-air, braced himself with one hand on the ground, and staggered to the ground, his blood and qi surging within him.

What terrifying power! It completely overwhelmed him!

"Tsk, not bad, quite resilient." The clown was somewhat surprised, clapping his hands as if brushing off dust. "However, it's time to end the warm-up."

His/her figure disappeared again.

Caesar's alarm bells rang loudly, and the Kamaitachi activated its full power, capturing the slightest fluctuation in the air.

Left side!

Without hesitation, he lunged forward to the right, simultaneously drawing a long, slender Atkan sword from under his trench coat.

The blade gleamed with a cold, water-like light under the moonlight; it was a powerful alchemical weapon.

"Stab!"

Where he had stood, three deep, bottomless cuts were etched into the ground, as if torn apart by invisible claws.

"Oh? There are toys too?" The clown's figure appeared not far away, showing some interest in the long sword Caesar was holding.

Caesar gripped his long sword tightly, his eyes icy. "No matter what you are, you will pay the price today."

"The price? Hahaha!" The clown seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. "You? With this slightly sharp toothpick?"

Before the laughter subsided, the attack came again.

This time, it's faster and stronger.

Countless invisible slashes came from all directions, forming a cage of death.

Caesar roared and unleashed a dense barrage of blade light with his Atkan sword.

The Word of Power: Kamaitachi granted him extremely keen perception and a precise grasp of airflow, allowing him to barely catch the trajectory of those invisible slashes.

"Clang! Sizzle!"

The sounds of metal clashing and tearing were incessant.

Caesar wielded his longsword with impenetrable skill, struggling to withstand the storm of attacks.

Sparks flew continuously between the blade and the invisible claws.

Caesar's hand was shattered by the impact, blood staining the hilt of his sword. His arm ached terribly, and each block felt like he was fighting against a high-speed train.

What a monster! Even when Lu Mingfei sparred with him and Chu Zihang, he didn't have this kind of suppressive power.

Completely suppressed! No chance to fight back!

Is this the power of a Dragon King?!

Caesar is now beginning to believe that his opponent is far stronger than him.

"boom!"

Finally, an invisible, heavy blow broke through the defenses of the sword net and slammed into Caesar's chest.

puff!

Caesar could no longer hold back, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the brick wall of the factory, instantly causing cracks to spread across the wall.

The Yatkan longsword in his hand also flew out and landed with a clang in the distance.

The clown slowly approached, looking down at Caesar lying on the ground. His smiling mask looked terrifying in the moonlight.

"The Gattuso family heir is nothing special," he/she said, tilting his/her head. "Killing you would be quite interesting, wouldn't it? Those old guys' expressions would be priceless!"

Caesar struggled to stand up, but a sharp pain shot through his chest; he likely had more than one broken rib.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with resentment and anger, yet he was powerless to resist.

Just as the clown raised his hand, preparing to deliver the final blow, he/she suddenly paused, listening intently to something.

"Tsk, what a hassle," the clown muttered under his breath, somewhat disappointed.

He/She lowered his/her hand and waved at Caesar, "Alright, alright, I'm in a good mood today, I'll spare your life. Go back and tell those restless guys like you that you're not welcome here. If you wander around again, you won't be so lucky next time~"

After saying this, he/she stopped looking at Caesar, turned around and skipped into the depths of the factory. The cheerful, distorted whistling sound rang out again, gradually fading away and finally disappearing into the darkness.

Only the severely wounded Caesar Gattuso remained, leaning against the broken wall, breathing heavily.

Chapter 156 Dude, you've wandered onto the wrong set.

Beijing’s subway network is like a steel maze, intricate and complex, constantly absorbing huge flows of people day and night.

Lu Mingfei, Chu Zihang, Frilian, and Fingel dispersed, yet maintained a distance from each other that allowed them to stay in touch, like four inconspicuous drops of water merging into different tributaries of this vast system.

Their goal was clear: to verify the bizarre rule of "browsing all stations in one day" and to search for any clues that might be related to the Nibelungen entrance.

This is undoubtedly like finding a needle in a haystack, but it is currently the only clue.

Lu Mingfei and Frilian started their search from Line 1, at the Military Museum Station.

Lu Mingfei held a newly bought transportation card in his hand, silently counting that this was already the seventeenth stop he had swiped today.

He felt like a fool, especially during rush hour, being pushed along by the crowds, and having to make sure he swiped the card at each station's entrance gate before leaving immediately to transfer to the next train to the next station.

"Is this really going to work?" Lu Mingfei complained to Frilian in a low voice while waiting for the train. "I feel like we're doing some kind of performance art, or trying to boost the subway company's sales figures."

Frillie's gaze remained calm as she surveyed her surroundings, especially the passageways and doors that were not for passengers and led to the equipment floor or deeper levels.

Her senses are far more acute than those of humans.

“Rules are often specific,” Frilian whispered. “The repetitive behavior itself is sometimes a kind of accumulation and marking of energy. Pay attention to the temperature changes of the card, or whether there are extremely subtle fluctuations in the surrounding space.”

Upon hearing this, Lu Mingfei quickly picked up the transit card in his hand and examined it closely. The card was cold and unchanged.

He sighed. "I don't feel anything. Could it be the timing? Or is there a specific order to it?"

“The notes and legends only emphasize ‘each station’ and ‘the same card,’ without specifying the order,” Frilian analyzed. “Perhaps the key is not the order, but the ‘completeness’ and ‘continuity’.”

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, Lu Mingfei caught sight of two figures who seemed out of place at the other end of the platform.

A young man dressed in a dark blue Taoist robe, with his hair in a bun, looking like a hermit, held an ancient compass, frowning as he gestured in various directions while muttering incantations.

Beside him was a quirky-looking little girl dressed in modern sportswear, with her hair in a ponytail, curiously looking around.

“Look at those two people over there,” Lu Mingfei nudged Frilian.

Chu Zihang started from Jishuitan Station on the loop line.

He stood on the relatively spacious platform level, and instead of mechanically swiping his card like Lu Mingfei, he focused more on observing.

Although his "Junyan" was not good at investigation, he had received the most rigorous training and had extremely keen observation skills.

He noticed that the wall material in some areas of Jishuitan Station seemed different from that of other stations; it was older and had some very faint, covered mural traces.

He took out his phone, pretending to send a message, but actually quickly took a picture to record it.

"We've noticed unusual materials and suspected artificial traces, which may be related to earlier construction or even older underground structures," Chu Zihang's voice came through the headset channel. "Finger, check the historical data and geological reports from when Jishuitan Station was built."

Finger is currently at Shaoyaoju Station on Line 13.

He slumped on a bench on the platform, an energy bar dangling from his mouth, his laptop spread out in front of him.

He looks like a lazy, internet-addicted youth, but he's actually hacking into the internal databases of municipal engineering and subway construction projects.

"Roger that, boss. We're digging now. Wow! There's really something under Jishuitan Station. Back in the Ming and Qing dynasties, this was a canal port, and there were plenty of mass graves here too. In the early days of the People's Republic, when they were building the subway, they supposedly unearthed a lot of strange things, and the records have all been sealed off." Finger's fingers flew across the screen as he mumbled a report while munching on an energy bar.

The subway train pulled into the station, and Lu Mingfei and Frilian boarded.

Coincidentally, the Taoist brother and sister also boarded the same carriage.

The carriage was quite crowded, and Lu Mingfei and the Taoist priest were squeezed together rather closely.

The young Taoist priest was completely absorbed in his own world, staring at the wildly spinning pointer on the compass, muttering to himself, "Something's not right. The Yin energy here is so heavy, yet it's constantly shifting, as if some enormous creature is lurking beneath the earth, interfering with the earth's energy field. How strange!"

His junior sister tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "Senior brother, keep your voice down, everyone's looking at you."

Unable to contain his curiosity, Lu Mingfei leaned closer and whispered, "Um, Daoist Master, do you also think there's something wrong with the subway?"

The Taoist priest looked up and saw Lu Mingfei. A hint of wariness flashed in his eyes, but after sizing him up and Freya, he relaxed slightly and sighed.

"This humble Taoist is Zhu Mumu, and this is my junior sister, Lingdang. To be honest, it is true. Recently, the earth's energy in the capital has been disordered, and there has been a lot of evil energy emanating from underground. My sect sensed the abnormality and specially sent the two of us down the mountain to investigate. Following the energy, we arrived here, uh, in the subway."

His use of language, a blend of classical and vernacular Chinese, carried an ethereal quality that seemed out of place in the surrounding modern environment.

"Evil aura?" Lu Mingfei's heart skipped a beat. "Is it that you feel something very large down there? It can even cause nightmares or disappearances?"

Zhu Mumu's expression turned serious. "You also know this? Could it be that you are one of us?"

He carefully sensed Lu Mingfei and Frilian again, his brows furrowing even more. "The auras of the two of you are quite peculiar. They are not from the orthodox lineage of my Xuanmen, but they are also not ordinary mortals."

Frillie calmly began, “We’re looking for our missing friends. The last place they were seen was in the subway.”

The little girl with the bell spoke quickly and bluntly: "Oh no! Your friend has also gone missing? One of our uncles who was training outside said he was coming to Beijing to visit a friend a few days ago, but he disappeared after entering the subway! His soul lamp is now flickering, he must be trapped down there too!"

Zhu Mumu glared at his junior sister, signaling her to stop talking, but since he had already spoken, he had no choice but to add, "That's true. Moreover, according to my observation, the energy flow here is distorted by an extremely powerful and ancient 'force,' forming an entrance to a 'ghost realm'-like trap. To enter it, one probably needs to follow specific 'laws.'"

"The rule? Does it require swiping your card at every subway station within a day?" Lu Mingfei asked tentatively.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Mumu's eyes flashed with a sharp light.

"How did you learn of this method? There are indeed similar records in the ancient books of my sect, called 'Patrolling and Checking the Sites,' which uses the aura of a living person to permeate various acupoints, which may deceive the entrance to the 'Ghost Realm' and gain a glimmer of hope. However, this method is extremely taxing on the mind and body, and is also extremely dangerous."

Chapter 157 Are you cultivating immortality?