Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

He moved to the spot below where Setsuko had fallen, still holding another baseball bat in one hand. He glanced down at the unconscious girl in his arms, her forehead rapidly swelling and turning red, and a faint, almost self-deprecating smile appeared on his face, which was glistening with sweat from the intense exercise.

“It’s such a shame that something so manly has happened to an old man like me,” Angers muttered to himself, his tone odd.

Before he could finish speaking, his arm loosened.

"Pfft."

Sezuko was thrown onto a pile of cushions without any pity, like a worthless sack.

Angers bent down, picked up the baseball bat that had just knocked Seijin unconscious from the ground, weighed it in his hand, and then strode forward, one bat in each hand. His steps were steady and imposing, the bats dragging behind him, scraping against the crystal floor with a soft "rustling" sound, like the footsteps of death.

"Whoosh—! Whoosh—!"

He swung the bat, creating a dull, frightening whistling sound. Each swing precisely struck a non-lethal but incapacitating spot—the wrist, shoulder, neck, or calf—of a girl attempting to charge forward!

"what!"

"Waaah..."

Cries of pain rang out one after another.

The girls wanted to swing their knives and fight back, but the moment they raised their knives, the dark shadow of Angers' baseball bat was already in front of them. Speed, power, timing—a complete and utter domination! The knife skills and combined attack techniques they had practiced diligently seemed so flashy and useless in the face of this simple and brutal blunt weapon strike.

They completely misjudged this man.

Chapter 594 The Old Rogue Angers

In their initial impression, Hilbert Jean Angers was a debonair, elegant old gentleman with the air of aristocracy from the old era.

Old people are destined to be mocked for their slowness by young people and compared to the vitality of youth. That's why they dared to so unscrupulously display their youthful bodies and sex appeal, using their eyes, their postures, and their elusive touches to subtly ridicule his old age.

But at this moment, Angers was no longer the polite old gentleman he had been before.

He was vicious, domineering, and ruthless, striking with precision and without mercy! Just like the strict and rigid dean of students in high school who struck fear into the hearts of delinquents.

No matter how the girls swayed their hips to show off their curves, how they struck a defiant pose, or how they pleaded with teary eyes, it wouldn't soften his heart or make him hesitate in the slightest. Rules are rules, and breaking them means getting beaten up!

If Chu Zihang, far away in Osaka, could see this scene, he would surely realize his own shallowness. At Kassel College, the one truly possessing "top-tier talent in the service industry" is definitely not their Caesar group of three. It's the principal before them, a terrifying figure who seems to have crawled back from hell!

If Angers were willing to condescend to work at the host club in Takamagahara, those noblewomen with special fetishes who enjoy being ignored, ridiculed, and treated roughly would probably immediately abandon Chu Zihang's cold demeanor or Caesar's imperial air and frantically flock to this tyrant's banner.

“I’m sorry, I’m too old,” Angers said, swinging his bat while still having time to speak, his tone as calm as if he were commenting on the weather. “Sexiness is no longer a weapon for me.”

As he spoke, he parried a short knife thrust at him with his baseball bat in his left hand, and with his right hand, which shot out like lightning, he grabbed the collar of the koto-hime's kimono and easily lifted her over his head.

“Trying to act cute with a man of great-great-grandfather age,” Angers said, tossing the screaming girl into the air. He caught her as she fell, then tossed her onto the sofa with a thud, like throwing a bag of flour. “It has absolutely no effect.”

"Angers!" came a sharp cry, filled with shame, indignation, and determination.

It was Mimi! The rising star of the television industry. She had somehow rushed to the weapon rack and taken down a gleaming cross-shaped spear. This type of weapon, with horizontally protruding sickle-shaped blades on both sides of the spearhead, was a long weapon used by military commanders in ancient times when they fought on horseback.

There were no warhorses in Tamamo-no-Mae.

But Mimi's gaze swept across the area and she spotted a Harley-Davidson heavy motorcycle with an exaggerated design and shiny paint on the second-floor display area; it was originally a decoration for the club.

Without the slightest hesitation, she jumped onto the motorcycle, turned the key, and the engine roared like a beast.

"Buzz!"

The Harley-Davidson motorcycle leaped from the edge of the second floor, crashing heavily onto the first-floor dance floor, the crystal floor vibrating and humming. Using the motorcycle as a shield, Mimi gripped her cross-shaped pistol tightly, and with the momentum of the motorcycle's forward thrust, she thrust the gun forward. The tip whistled through the air, aimed directly at Angers' chest.

This thrust, steady, sharp, and unstoppable, perfectly captured the essence of the straight thrust of the ancient Japanese spear style, "Hozoin-ryu." She usually plays innocent, girl-next-door roles, but if the director were present, he would surely regret it. Based on this single, deadly thrust, she absolutely deserves to play the female version of Sanada Yukimura, the "greatest warrior of the Sengoku period"!

Faced with the sudden motorcycle collision and spear thrust, Angers reacted with astonishing speed.

Instead of retreating, he took a step forward. At the very moment the spear tip touched his body, he dodged to the side by a hair's breadth, and his left hand reached out like an iron clamp, grabbing the shaft of the cross-shaped spear.

"Let go!" A low shout rang out, and an overwhelming force surged through the gun barrel.

Mimi felt a sharp pain in her hand, and the spear slipped from her grasp.

Angers snatched the gun and, without even looking, kicked out hard into the Harley's massive fuel tank!

"boom!!"

With a loud bang, the heavy motorcycle was kicked sideways and crashed into the wall in the corner of the dance floor with a huge thud, its parts scattering everywhere! Mimi screamed as she was thrown into the air.

Angers threw away the cross-shaped gun with his left hand, and with his right hand, he grabbed Mimi by the back of her collar in mid-air and lifted her up like a chick.

"How much do you Japanese people love Bushido?" Angers tilted his head, looking at Mimi, whose face was full of terror and whose makeup was ruined, his tone filled with undisguised sarcasm. "What practical use does marksmanship have in modern society?"

After saying that, he looked around and saw a tall, upright clothes rack next to him used for hanging kimonos. He walked over and casually hung Mimi on the top beam of the rack.

Mimi's kimono sash got caught on the crossbeam, leaving her hanging there, struggling in vain with her hands and feet. The scene was both comical and pathetic.

"Kotono! Ayane!!" Inuyama He stood on the third floor, watching his goddaughters being taken down one by one. He was especially furious at Mimi for being so humiliated, and he roared at the two girls who were still able to move.

Kotono, the professional shogi player and ace sniper, was now pale. She had already kicked off her cumbersome high heels and, with lightning speed, dragged a long box from her hiding place. Her hands moved like lightning, and in just over ten seconds, she had reassembled a disassembled heavy sniper rifle! The dark muzzle, carrying the aura of death, was pointed at the dance floor.

She once hit a mackerel leaping out of the sea with a single shot from a distance of 1500 meters, her sniping skills were nothing short of freakish. But in today's close-quarters combat indoors, her expertise was practically useless. She had only come as a pretty face to make an impression. But now that the battle was one-sided and the Inuyama family's dignity was tarnished, she couldn't care less about anything else.

However, she was unable to lock onto her target at all.

Angers moved too fast on the dance floor! His unpredictable and deceptive movements, shifting left and right, fast and slow, combined with the interference of laser beams and the scattered obstacles, made his figure appear and disappear in the sniper scope, making it impossible to make a stable aim.

Just as Kotono was anxiously trying to catch her target, a scream filled with nervous excitement came from the side: "Die, you old man!!"

It's Ayane! A rising star in ice ballet with a family history of bipolar disorder. She dragged out something even more outrageous: an Apajamas 112mm rocket launcher for individual use! At that moment, she was clumsily and excitedly aiming the muzzle at the center of the dance floor.

Kotono was terrified! Using a rocket launcher in a confined space like Tamamo-no-Mae?! Whether Angers lives or dies is another matter, but the rest of them, and the entire building, will likely perish! This madman!

"Ayane! Stop!!" Kotono could no longer care about sniping. She threw down her rifle and pounced on Ayane like a mother leopard, trying to take away the dangerous weapon.

Ayane's family has a history of emotional instability, and she herself is prone to impulsiveness. Once, during an international figure skating competition, dissatisfied with the judges' scores, she took off her skates and threw them at the judges' table, causing a huge uproar.

At that moment, amidst Kotono's pounce and struggle, Ayane, in a state of heightened emotion, randomly pulled the trigger!

"Click".

The rocket launcher did not fire.

A folding knife appeared out of nowhere, inserted into the top of the rocket launcher, and the tip of the knife severed the transmission parts between the trigger and the firing mechanism.

Chapter 595 The Principal's Charm Remains Undiminished

Kotono and Ayane froze at the same time, looking up in astonishment.

Angers stood before them, less than half a meter away. He was slightly bent over, his chest almost touching the cold barrel of the rocket launcher. He frowned, looking at the two younger girls who were pale and trembling with fear, his face expressionless, showing neither anger nor mockery.

Then, without warning, he raised his fist and delivered a clean, decisive hook punch, landing squarely on Ayane's cheek.

"Bang." Ayane didn't even utter a sound before her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Angers straightened up, drew his folding knife, and sheathed it in the leather sheath on his wrist. He glanced at the still-shaken Kotono and snapped his fingers crisply.

"Snapped."

“Keep an eye on this guy for me from now on,” Angers said to Kotono, his tone calm, as if he had just solved a minor problem. “Don’t just hand over this kind of weapon to a lunatic.”

Is this an endorsement of her attempt to stop Ayane?

After saying that, Angers stopped looking at Kotono, braced himself on the second-floor railing with one hand, and flipped over to leap into the messy dance floor below.

Boom!

Just then, the violent, heart-pounding bass-heavy dance music came to an abrupt end.

The last echo dissipated in the air.

In the dance floor, only Angers remained standing.

He casually tossed two baseball bats, some covered in sawdust and dust, onto the ground with a couple of clatters. He stretched his neck and shoulders slightly, the muscles in his back relaxing with the movement, and sweat rose from his lean body, forming a faint white mist in the hazy laser beam.

That figure, so upright, so fierce, brimming with explosive power, hardly looks like a man over 130 years old. He's clearly a young man at the peak of his physical abilities!

clang!

In the silence, a deep, resonant sound, like the tolling of an ancient temple bell, came from above! The echo reverberated throughout the empty ballroom.

Everyone looked up at the same time.

At the highest point of the roof, the enormous red silk ribbon that had been hanging there slowly began to fall. Unfurling, the ribbon covered half the dance floor, its vibrant red like an inverted sea of ​​blood! At the very center of the ribbon, embroidered in gold thread, was a huge, majestic, and Buddhist-like swastika, gleaming brilliantly in the remaining light.

A red sea descends from the sky, and the swastika symbol suppresses the demon!

Angers looked up, squinting at the massive red curtain that had descended.

With a flick of his right toe, he kicked up the famous sword "Ichimonji Norimune" stuck in the ground beside him, grabbed the hilt in mid-air with his left hand, and grasped "Nagasoya Kotetsu" which had returned to his hand with his right.

With twin swords in hand, he faced the falling red sea, his right hand wielding Nagasone Kotetsu, drawing a breathtakingly beautiful silver arc from bottom to top.

"Tear!" The sound of tearing cloth was sharp and piercing!

The huge red silk, embroidered with a golden swastika, was cleanly and neatly cut in two from the center by his single cut.

The torn red silk, like a blood-red waterfall cleaved in two, drifted down to both sides, slowly covering the Tamamo-no-Mae dance floor and a large area of ​​the surrounding ground, concealing the mess, the unconscious girl, and the scattered weapon fragments under that dazzling crimson.

Angers, holding two swords, stood in the center of the red silk, slowly turning his head to look towards the stairs.

Inuyama He walked slowly down the steps from the third floor.

No matter how fierce the battle below was, or how badly the girls were beaten, Inuyama He remained standing by the railing on the third floor, expressionless, smoking his pipe. White smoke curled upwards, as if everything that happened below had nothing to do with him; he was just a cold-hearted bystander.

Only when the music stopped, the melee ended, and the red ribbon fell did he calmly tap his pipe, empty the ashes, and then casually draw his knife and cut the rope holding the last piece of red ribbon.

At this moment, he walked down the steps, untying the sash of his navy blue kimono as he went, and casually tossed the luxurious kimono onto the stairs. Underneath, he wore a black, tight-fitting elastic vest that outlined his still-muscular physique.

His bare back, unlike Angers's "Violent and Ferocious of All Realms" style, was adorned with a massive, equally imposing tattoo: "The Warrior Against Yama!" The ferocious Yama, the roaring demons, the churning flames of karma—all were so lifelike, as if they might leap from his skin at any moment to fight the yaksha and tiger on Angers' back to the death!

The sword "Onimaru Kunitsuna" at his waist emitted a low, bloodthirsty hum from its sheath, trembling slightly.

Yaksha and the fierce tiger faced off against Yama, who was capable of defeating Enma.

The two tattoos, representing the highest status in the Japanese underworld, now seemed to have come to life. Demons were resurrected from myths and legends and descended upon the Tamamo-no-Mae Club, where the ground was covered with red silk and resembled a battlefield of carnage.

Inuyama He finally reached the edge of the dance floor, standing ten meters away from Angers, facing him from afar. The rage and contortion on his face had vanished, replaced by a deep, calm as an ancient well, with only his eyes burning with an extremely calm golden flame.

"Years later, when we meet again, it will be time for Principal Zero." Inuyama He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but clearly echoing throughout the silent ballroom, his tone even carrying a hint of sincere admiration, "Still as unpredictable and awe-inspiring as ever!"

He had been visibly furious, seemingly ready to personally confront Angers at any moment, but when the time came, he strangely and completely calmed down.

“Don’t talk to me like that, Ahe,” Angers chuckled, cracking his knuckles as he twirled his twin swords in his hands. “It’s as if Time Zero isn’t my Word of Power, but some kind of treasured sword I’ve hidden in my sleeve.”

He paused, his gaze sharpening as he looked at Inuyama He. "Try it with your 'Setsuna'. You once reached the 'Seventh Rank' at your highest level. Now that you're so old, can these old bones still climb up?"