Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

Even though that father may never have been a real father.

The footsteps in the corridor grew closer, and dozens of people were rushing towards them.

Frilian pulled Lu Mingfei back two steps, and Lu Mingfei turned around to look at Yuan Zhisheng.

Genjiro didn't look at them. His entire attention was on Tachibana Masamune. He finally placed his hand on that cold face and gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb.

“Father,” he said softly, “I’m late.”

No one answered him. Tachibana Masamune's eyes completely lost their luster, his pupils dilated, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Chapter 734 Lu Mingfei + Frillian VS Genji (Part 1)

Genji knelt in the pool of blood, cupping Tachibana Masamune's face in his hands, his thumbs tracing the dried bloodstains over and over again.

Lu Mingfei stood behind him. The bleeding from his left shoulder had stopped, not because the wound had healed, but because Frilian had just applied a hemostatic technique to it. The technique felt strange, like countless tiny needles moving under his skin, stitching up the ruptured blood vessels one by one. It was so itchy that you wanted to scratch, yet so painful that you dared not touch it.

He didn't look down, because he didn't dare to take his eyes off Genji.

The atmosphere around this man shifted. Just seconds before, he was a child collapsing before his father's corpse, his shoulders slumped, his back bent, like an old tree struck by lightning. But now, something was awakening within him, like a beast that had slumbered for thousands of years, slowly opening its eyes amidst the earthquake and the flames.

The footsteps in the corridor grew closer.

Lu Mingfei glanced at the entrance out of the corner of his eye. At least twenty people were rushing towards them, and someone was speaking into a walkie-talkie. Genji Heavy Industries' security system had been triggered, and the entire building was under lockdown. The elevators stopped, the fire doors in the stairwells were closing one by one, and even the sound of metal shutters falling could be heard from the ventilation ducts.

Frillie stood slightly behind and to the side of Lu Mingfei, her hands hidden in her sleeves, a faint blue light flickering at her fingertips—the prelude to magic. Lu Mingfei couldn't name it, but he knew it could blast a grown man away in a fraction of a second.

Genji stood up.

He turned around.

“You,” Genjiro said, “kill him.”

Tachibana Masamune wasn't his father, but someone he'd called "Dad" for twenty years. Twenty years is enough time for someone with no blood relation to become a bond deeper than blood ties.

Lu Mingfei opened his mouth, wanting to say "He's not dead," wanting to say "This is just his puppet," but he didn't get a chance to say a single word.

Without warning, without any initial stance, Genji appeared before Lu Mingfei from three meters away in an instant, like a cannonball launched into the air. His speed was so fast that Lu Mingfei didn't even have time to activate his Time Zero ability; Genji's explosive speed had already exceeded the limits of human neural transmission. His body moved faster than his consciousness; the dragon blood took over his motor system, bypassing the brain as an intermediary and issuing commands directly from his spine.

Lu Mingfei only had time to tilt his head slightly.

Genjiro's chop grazed his ear, the wind pressure like an invisible blade, slicing a gash across his earlobe, blood splattering. If Frilian hadn't pulled him back at that moment, the blow would have cleaved his skull open.

Lu Mingfei was pulled backward by Frilian, barely dodging Genji's second attack that followed. The punch landed on the spot where Lu Mingfei had just been standing, and the ground shattered like glass, with cracks spreading outward like a spider web.

Frillie didn't give Genjiro a chance to launch a continuous attack. She stretched out her hand from her sleeve, and blue light suddenly burst from her fingertips. Rays of light shot out from her fingertips and flew towards Genjiro's nape, lower back, and back of the knee from three different directions.

This is not a lethal magic, but a binding spell. When the light threads come into contact with the target's body, they will coil around it like snakes, tightening and restricting the range of motion of the joints.

Yuan Zhisheng suddenly spun around in place, the resulting wind pressure acting like an invisible barrier, scattering all three beams of light. The light filaments broke and scattered in the air, shimmering in the red light like shattered spiderwebs, before disappearing into the air.

The spinning didn't stop; using the momentum, he lunged at Frillie, aiming straight for her heart.

Frillie slid backward, each step precisely landing in the gaps between Genji's attacks. The broken sword drew a circle in front of her, forcing Genji to retract his hand and block with the back of his hand instead. With a clang, the broken sword struck the scales on his forearm, sending sparks flying.

Lu Mingfei sprang up from the ground, his activation time was zero.

The world has slowed down once again.

He didn't use a gun. The Desert Eagle bullets were like toys to Genji at this moment; the bullets would bounce off his scales without leaving a mark. What he needed was a physical attack, a force powerful enough to penetrate his scales.

He clenched his right fist, pressing his thumb against the second joint of his index and middle fingers, forming a triangular impact surface. This was another fist technique Chu Zihang had taught him, not for hitting people, but for piercing hard objects. The power was concentrated at the tips of the three knuckles, creating pressure dozens of times greater than a normal fist, capable of shattering bricks and even piercing dragon scales.

The fist slammed into Genji's ribs.

Genji didn't even flinch. He withdrew his gaze from Frilian and fixed it on Lu Mingfei, his dark golden vertical pupils devoid of any expression.

Then he laughed.

Yuan Zhisheng grabbed Lu Mingfei's fist. His five fingers clamped down like iron clamps, completely enveloping Lu Mingfei's fist in his palm. The scales between his knuckles embedded themselves in Lu Mingfei's skin, and blood seeped from the gaps.

Lu Mingfei felt his hand bones creaking under the strain, as if they would be crushed in the next second. Pain shot through him like an electric current from his fingertips to his shoulder, then from his shoulder to his brain. His vision went white, and he almost screamed.

He gritted his teeth.

They can't retreat. Retreat means death. Not only will he die, but Frilian will die too. The two of them are already struggling against Genjiro; if he falls behind, Frilian won't last more than a few seconds on her own. He needs more strength.

Explosive blood.

Lu Mingfei closed his eyes, then opened them again.

In his eyes, Genjiro's body was no longer a mere accumulation of flesh and bones, but a massive, burning mass of energy. Dark golden flames radiated from his heart, spreading along his blood vessels and nerves to every limb and bone; every fiber was burning, every cell roaring. This was the power of dragon blood, this was the foundation of an emperor, this was the true face of a super hybrid unleashed at full power.

Lu Mingfei's blood began to boil. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his skin, evaporating the moment they touched the air, turning into a thin layer of white mist that enveloped his body. His heart rate soared from eighty beats per minute to one hundred and eighty beats per minute, and his blood surged through his veins.

He pried Genjiro's hand off his fist.

One by one, he pried Yuan Zhisheng's fingers off his own hand with his five fingers. With each finger he pried open, he could hear the cracking sound of the knuckles. His fingers were enduring pressure far beyond their limits; the bones were cracking, the ligaments were tearing, but he felt no pain. The Blood Explosion had raised his pain threshold to a level unattainable by humans. He could feel his hand being injured, but the sensation was distant and indistinct.

Chapter 735 Lu Mingfei + Frilline VS Genji (Part 2)

Yuan Zhisheng took a step back.

His body was telling him: the person in front of him was dangerous, he couldn't get close, he needed to keep his distance. But his consciousness, the proud consciousness called "Emperor," the consciousness that never bowed its head, immediately denied this judgment. He was Genjiro, the only emperor of the Snake-Headed Eight Families, the strongest hybrid in Japan, and no one could make him back down.

The two launched their attack simultaneously.

Lu Mingfei's fist and Yuan Zhisheng's hand chop collided in mid-air, producing a dull thud, like two trains colliding head-on in a tunnel. The shockwave spread outwards from the point where their fists met, lifting the carpet, knocking off picture frames on the wall, and shattering the tea set on the coffee table.

Frillie attacked from behind Genjiro. Her hands formed complex hand seals, her ten fingers fluttering in the air like butterflies, each movement accompanied by a string of pale blue specks of light.

Think silently, sing your thoughts.

The points of light converged, spun, and compressed at her fingertips, finally forming a fist-sized sphere radiating a blinding blue light. This was one of her most powerful single-target offensive spells, powerful enough to shatter an ancient dragon. Even if magic in this world were reduced to a mere tenth of its original power, it would still be enough to severely injure a king.

She pressed the ball of light onto Genji's back.

The sphere of light exploded the moment it touched Genji's body, collapsing inward and compressing all its energy to its limit before releasing it in the form of high temperature and high frequency vibrations. A bowl-sized wound was blasted open on Genji's back, the skin and flesh rolled back, revealing the white spine beneath.

He staggered forward, spitting out a mouthful of dark red blood. The blood splattered on the carpet, making a hissing, corrosive sound. His blood contained a high concentration of dragon blood, so acidic that it could corrode the carpet.

Lu Mingfei seized the opportunity and threw another punch at Yuan Zhisheng's temple.

Genjiro's head tilted to one side, causing his body to lean. His eyes lost focus, his pupils dilated, and the dark golden light dimmed like a light bulb going out. His body swayed, slowly, slowly falling to the ground.

As he fell, he reached out and braced himself against the ground.

It did not fall.

He knelt there, one hand on the ground, the other covering his temple, gasping for breath. Blood flowed from his nostrils, dripping from his lips onto the ground, mixing with Tachibana Masamune's blood, making it impossible to tell whose it was.

Lu Mingfei's vision was blurry. The side effects of the blood explosion were backfiring on his body; his body temperature was too high, his heart was beating too fast, and his blood pressure had soared to dangerous levels. Blood was flowing from his nose and ears, and the world before his eyes was blurry and indistinct, as if seen through a layer of water-soaked gauze. His legs were going weak, his knees were trembling, and he might collapse at any moment.

But he held on, gritting his teeth, because he couldn't fall. Frilian was still behind him, Genjiro hadn't completely lost his fighting ability, and footsteps in the corridor were already close at hand.

If they fall now, it will all be over.

Frilian supported his waist with her left hand and pressed her right hand against his back to suppress the backlash from the bursting blood.

The power poured in like ice water, gradually cooling the scalding blood, calming the out-of-control heartbeat, and making the world around them clearer.

“That’s enough,” Frilian whispered in his ear. “I’ll take care of the rest.”

Lu Mingfei tried to say something, but instead of speaking, he opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood gushed out. The blood trickled down the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the back of Frillie's hand, warm and sticky. He shook his head, swallowed the blood, and wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

“Together,” he said. “We agreed to be together.”

Frilian formed hand seals again, chanting an ancient incantation that did not belong to any known language in this world.

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath, time was zero, and he started again.

This time, he poured all his power into this Word of Power. He burned his bloodline to its limit, compressed the Word of Power's domain to its smallest possible size, and unleashed a desperate, all-or-nothing attack. The domain of Time Zero shrank from its original radius of ten meters to three meters, but within those three meters, the flow of time was slowed to almost a standstill. Dust in the air remained suspended, the light from the lamps froze in space, and even his own heartbeat slowed down, so slow that each heartbeat was separated by endless silence.

In this static world, Lu Mingfei saw Yuan Zhisheng's flaw.

The Desert Eagle's gun butt slammed into the back of Genjiro's neck, where the scales were not covering the area, making it one of the few vulnerable spots.

When the gun butt was less than five centimeters away, Genji leaned back, trying to dodge the blow, but it was too late. The gun butt slammed into the junction of his cervical vertebrae and skull. His eyes widened, and his body lost its balance, slowly falling towards the ground.

Frillie's final spell struck Genjiro in the chest at that moment.

Pale blue ribbons of light flew from her fingertips, coiling around Yuan Zhisheng's body like snakes, from his shoulders to his wrists, from his waist and hips to his ankles, wrapping tighter and tighter. The ribbons of light hissed when they touched his skin, like a red-hot iron hitting water. The scales softened, deformed, and peeled off under the heat of the light, revealing the tender, unprotected, bright red flesh beneath.

Yuan Zhisheng tensed his body violently, struggling, twisting, and rolling desperately, but the light band tightened and went deeper with each struggle, embedding itself deep into his flesh and leaving bloody marks.

He lay face down on the floor, his face pressed against the carpet, his limbs bound by the light strips, unable to move.

Frillie walked over, squatted down, and whispered something in Genji's ear.

"Tachibana Masamune is not dead; he's just a puppet. You must be careful of him."

Yuan Zhisheng gave up the struggle.

Frillie stood up. "Let's go, take him with us."

Lu Mingfei bent down, grabbed Yuan Zhisheng by the collar, lifted him up from the ground, and staggered toward the door.

Frillie walked ahead. The invisibility spell was off; there was no need to hide anymore. The corridor was full of people, and the invisibility spell was meaningless in front of so many people.

There were more people in the corridor than she had expected.

Thirty people blocked the corridor, stretching from the elevator lobby all the way to the stairwell, a dense, dark mass. They were all dressed in dark suits, with the crests of the Snake Clan pinned to their chests, and their waists bulging with weapons.

Lu Mingfei recognized the people at the very front—Crow, Yaksha, and Sakura. They were Genji's three direct subordinates.

Lu Mingfei put Yuan Zhisheng down from his shoulder and instead wrapped his arm around his neck, shielding him in front of him. Lu Mingfei didn't need to carry him; he only needed to have him stand in front of him as a shield.

"Get out of my way, or I'll kill him."

No one moved.

With Yuan Zhisheng in the other party's hands, any rash action could lead to irreversible consequences.

“You wouldn’t dare,” said the crow. “Even if you kill the leader, you won’t get out.”

Lu Mingfei pressed the muzzle of the Desert Eagle against Yuan Zhisheng's temple and opened the hammer with his thumb.

"You can try it and see if I dare."

"Get out of the way," Frillian repeated Lu Mingfei's words, "We don't want to kill anyone, we just want to leave here."

The crow looked at the yaksha, and the yaksha looked at him. The two exchanged a silent conversation, then the yaksha shook his head slightly. They had no way to stop these two without harming Genji.

Sakura stepped aside, making way for the stairwell.