Zongman: The post-2D era

"The wealth gap between the two presidents is obvious. Chu Zihang travels in a low-key manner, while Caesar directly stays on the top floor of the most luxurious hotel in the area."

Feng Feng's lips curled up with a hint of amusement, and the sharp contrast between Caesar under the bright lights and Chu Zihang in the cold airport seemed to appear before his eyes. The city night, because of the actions of these two people, had a sense of undercurrent.

Feng Feng followed Xia Mi's car slowly into the parking lot at the edge of the airport and stopped in an inconspicuous corner.

As soon as I turned off the engine, the night watchman's low but clear voice came from the headset:

"The target flight information has been confirmed. Chu Zihang has booked flight CA821 to Beijing at 12 o'clock tonight, boarding gate C. A flight at a similar time has been arranged for you to facilitate your movement."

Feng Feng nodded slightly, his eyes passing through the windshield, looking towards the brightly lit terminal not far away, where people were coming and going.

It seems that one can vaguely catch the always silent and determined figure of Chu Zihang, walking towards his boarding gate step by step.

At the airport under the night sky, every light seems to be the prelude to this silent contest.

Feng Feng had just opened the car door and was about to follow Chu Zihang quietly when the night watchman's urgent voice suddenly exploded in his earphones: "Attention! Chu Zihang's target is missing. I repeat, Chu Zihang's target is missing!"

His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and his pupils shrank. Just as he was shocked, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure from the corner of his eye. Xia Mi had approached the exit of the parking lot without him noticing, and her figure flashed, almost blending into the night.

The girl transformed from the king of earth and mountains disappeared silently in the dark entrance, leaving only a faint, elusive smile, which stretched out under the dim street lights and gradually walked away.

Feng Feng turned around abruptly and looked around the empty parking lot. The moonlight shining on the empty ground made it seem particularly deserted.

He leaned against the car door, his tone full of unquestionable majesty: "Night Watchman, be professional, what's going on?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of cold wind suddenly came, as if it could cut through the air.

At this critical moment, a gleam of light flashed in Feng Feng's eyes, and he quickly formed seals with his hands. Alchemical runes jumped on his fingertips, and in an instant, a long sword with a cold glow emerged from the car.

A faint blue light flowed on the sword, as if it contained endless power.

Almost at the same time, a black long sword named Murasame came whistling from the darkness with a sharp murderous intent, pointing directly at Feng Feng's vital points.

He moved his body to the side and held the sword horizontally. There was a loud "clang" sound, and sparks flew from the collision of metals, shaking the air around them.

"Chu Zihang, do you want to kill me? I'm your senior from school who invited you to dinner!"

Feng Feng's sword and Chu Zihang's Murasame intertwined in the air to create dazzling spark patterns. Every collision was accompanied by a deafening metallic roar. The car anti-theft alarms in the parking lot sounded one after another, sharp and piercing, adding a touch of chaos to the quiet night.

The two figures quickly crossed each other, the sword light was like a dragon, and the knife shadow was like lightning, cutting the surrounding air into pieces.

Chu Zihang's eyes were as cold as ice, and he asked, "Why are you following me? What is your purpose?"

His voice echoed in the empty parking lot with unquestionable determination.

Feng Feng moved to the side, swung his sword, and the tip of the sword lightly touched the ground. He used the force to jump up and avoided Chu Zihang's fierce attack. At the same time, he smiled and said, "Junior brother, don't be so nervous. I just want to talk to you."

"Xia Mi said that you followed her and tried to rape her, so she had no choice but to come to me, the president of the Lionheart Club, to help her out!"

Feng Feng's sword was gradually twisted and deformed under Chu Zihang and Murasame's continuous attacks, and metal fragments flew everywhere in the collision, like gorgeous and dangerous fireworks.

Every confrontation was accompanied by the sharp beeping of the vehicle's anti-theft alarm, adding an uneasy melody to the silent night.

Amidst the flying sparks, Feng Feng's eyes became solemn. He quickly mobilized the power of alchemy, and the sword seemed to come to life in his hand.

The broken sword condensed into shape again, with a brighter blue light flowing through the sword body, and collided violently with Chu Zihang's Murasame again.

"Chu Zihang, you misunderstood! I followed Xia Mi only because someone asked me to do so. I have no ill intentions!"

Feng Feng shouted loudly while jumping and dodging nimbly in the parking lot. His long sword drew silver tracks in the air, interweaving with Chu Zihang's black long sword to form a series of thrilling pictures.

The sirens of the surrounding cars and the sounds of metal colliding intertwined together, as if the whole world was in chaos at this moment.

Feng Feng's face changed slightly. The long sword in his hand finally couldn't withstand the fierce attack of Chu Zihang and Murasame, and turned into a pool of molten iron.

The iron filings flickered dimly and fell on the cold parking lot, making a hissing sound and emitting wisps of smoke.

In the continuous confrontations, the blade of Chu Zihang's Murasame had been burned red by blood and fighting spirit, as if it could melt all obstacles.

He retreated towards the exit of the parking lot with a knife in his hand, his eyes like torches, and said in a cold voice: "Feng Feng, I warn you, give up any attempt on Xia Mi, otherwise, next time we meet, I will not show mercy."

As he spoke, Murasame drew a fiery trail in the air, as if to split the night in two.

Seeing this, Feng Feng retreated rapidly, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.

"I said, do you not trust my brother's character?"

The red-hot blade seemed to be able to penetrate all illusions and point directly to the deepest fear in his heart, but it could not pierce the golden light in his eyes.

Feng Feng stepped back quickly, frowning as he listened to the noisy reports of the night watchman in his headphones.

On the other end of the headset, the night watchman's voice was a little helpless: "Chu Zihang has been confirmed to be safely on board. The disturbance on the forum...you have to deal with it yourself."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Feng took out his phone, and the screen showed a striking post on the academy forum: "【Exclusive revelation】Chu Zihang points his sword at his former senior brother Feng Feng in order to protect Xia Mi!"

He stopped and looked through the dim lights of the parking lot, as if he could see through the screen and see the comments under the post on the Night Watchman Forum.

Feng Feng raised a bitter smile, tapped his earphones with his fingers, and murmured, "Night Watchmen, oh Night Watchmen, can't you be serious? Stop spreading fake news!"

"Xia Mi is very popular in the academy. I almost thought I had really become the unforgivable sinner."

Chapter 919 Chu Tianjiao

Thursday, January 5

At the Heart Realm Morning Light Second Research Center, Accelerator looked at the screen with loss as he saw his robot collapsed in the Bronze City.

"Tsk, it turns out that only level 2 ability is not enough to slay a dragon!"

Chen Guangwei stared at Feng Feng's figure on the screen, listening to him and Lu Mingfei hurting each other with a smile on his face.

As the dormitory of Kassel College, Lu Mingfei was left to Feng Feng by Principal Angers to avoid him getting in the way.

Feng Feng withdrew his gaze from the screen, turned his head to look at Lu Mingfei beside him, and a teasing smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"It seems that our Master Lu has been completely abandoned by the principal, and Caesar has taken over."

Lu Mingfei was not annoyed when he heard this. Instead, he raised the screen of his mobile phone. The screen showed Xia Mi's back. He smiled mysteriously and said:

"Oh? So what? Didn't someone want to secretly follow Xia Mi? In the end, he was chased all over the parking lot by Chu Zihang, the cold-faced swordsman. That scene, wow, was more spectacular than slaying a dragon!"

After saying that, he did not forget to imitate Chu Zihang's posture of running with a knife, which made the passers-by around him laugh.

Feng Feng raised his eyebrows, a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes, and asked: "Why did the principal send you to join me?"

Lu Mingfei raised his lips slightly, his phone screen still showing Xia Mi's back. He deliberately dragged out his tone:

"Oh, this... maybe it's because the principal thinks we are a perfect match. After all, one was abandoned and the other was hunted. What a perfect match!"

He changed the subject and said jokingly, "But seriously, the principal asked us to find a guy named Chu Tianjiao. Maybe he's a distant relative of Chu Zihang, haha!"

After saying that, he did not forget to wink at Feng Feng. His expression seemed to be mocking the entanglement between Feng Feng and the "imaginary couple" of Xia Mi and Chu Zihang, causing the air around them to seem to carry a subtle smile.

Feng Feng and Lu Mingfei followed the vague address information on the mobile phone screen and finally arrived at the common hometown of Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei.

In the setting sun, the two stood in front of a lonely tombstone, on which were engraved three large characters "Chu Tianjiao", the handwriting already slightly mottled.

Feng Feng gently kicked the gravel under his feet, his eyes moving between the tombstone and Lu Mingfei, and jokingly said: "Is this the 'golden mission' that the principal mentioned? Find a tomb and stare at it in a daze?"

Lu Mingfei was not to be outdone. He put away his phone, put his hands in his pockets, and raised a cynical smile:

"Maybe Chu Tianjiao's soul will jump out and tell us the secret of slaying dragons. What do you think, Detective Feng?"

"However, I didn't expect that this is really Chu Zihang's father. His father is actually a super mixed-blood!"

Feng Feng and Lu Mingfei each lowered their heads to fiddle with their phones, occasionally looking up to exchange a few words about interesting stories about Chu Zihang and this small town's past.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on Chu Tianjiao's portrait. The person in the photo has a resolute face and deep eyes, as if he is silently watching the two young descendants through the dust of time.

The bouquet of flowers in front of the portrait has withered a little, but it still stubbornly exudes the last trace of fragrance.

The two of them put down their phones at the same time, their eyes met on the portrait, and complex emotions surged in their hearts.

Finally, it turned into a soft sigh that echoed for a long time in this quiet cemetery, and the two walked towards the hotel that the school had helped to book.

The sun had set and night had quietly fallen. Chu Zihang and Xia Mi slowly walked into the cemetery, their footsteps sounding particularly clear in the silence.

Chu Zihang's steps were steady, with an indescribable solemnity in his eyes, while Xia Mi followed closely behind him, with curiosity and a hint of subtle nervousness in her eyes.

They stopped in front of Chu Tianjiao's tombstone. Chu Zihang gently stroked the inscription, his voice low and gentle: "Dad, this is Xia Mi, my friend."

He turned to look at Xia Mi, with a gentle light flashing in his eyes, as if the whole world softened at that moment.

Xia Mi bowed slightly, clasped her hands together, her eyes flashing with sincerity and respect, and said softly: "Uncle Chu, hello, I am Xia Mi, I hope I didn't disturb you."

The night breeze blows gently, bringing a hint of coolness, but it seems to be silently witnessing the warmth and respect of this moment.

It was late at night, and Feng Feng and Lu Mingfei stepped into a quaint hotel in the small town.

Under the dim light, Feng Feng sat on the edge of the bed, flipping through information about Chu Tianjiao's life with a frown on his face.

Next to the information, a yellowed old photo was particularly eye-catching. In the photo, Chu Tianjiao was smiling innocently, holding a piece of shiny braised large intestine in his hand.

Lu Mingfei leaned on the bed opposite, looking at Feng Feng's serious expression, and said jokingly:

"Hey, Detective Feng, I didn't expect that the father of the great swordsman Chu has this hobby, braised large intestine, very down-to-earth!"

As he spoke, he did not forget to imitate Chu Tianjiao's way of eating meat, which made Feng Feng couldn't help but smile.

Feng Feng frowned, his eyes shifted from the information in his hand to Lu Mingfei, his tone was somewhat anxious: "Mingfei, are you sure you didn't miss any key information? I always feel that this matter is not that simple."

Lu Mingfei scratched his head, looking innocent: "I've told you everything I can remember. Could it be that Chu Tianjiao is hiding some dragon-slaying sword?"

As soon as the words fell, both of them were stunned.

At this moment, a night breeze blew outside the window, causing the curtains to sway gently. The dim light shone through the gaps in the curtains and sprinkled on the old floor, forming mottled light and shadows.

Feng Feng's heart tightened and he suddenly put down the documents in his hand. He looked through the gap in the curtains, staring at the lights outside the window that were gradually melted by the darkness, and an inexplicable uneasiness surged in his heart.

Feng Feng's expression suddenly changed. He grabbed Lu Mingfei and growled, "Get ready for a fight. We may have entered the Nibelungen!"

Lu Mingfei was stunned. Before he could react, Feng Feng pointed to the photo of Chu Tianjiao on the table and said, "This photo is a beacon! Look outside the window. The lights are gone and the space is distorted. This is a sign that the entrance to Nibelungen has been activated!"

As he finished his words, the surrounding scene began to distort. The dim lights became flickering, as if controlled by an invisible hand.

The old furniture in the room seemed to be given life, creaking softly, and the curtains rustled automatically without wind.

There was an indescribable chill in the air, indicating that an unknown danger was quietly approaching.

Feng Feng and Lu Mingfei tightly grasped their combat equipment, leaned against the cold toilet wall, and pointed their weapons vigilantly at the closed wooden door.

In the small space, the only sounds were their rapid breathing and heartbeats.

Feng Feng caught a glimpse of sudden fire in the corner of his eyes. He turned his head sharply and saw a thrilling picture reflected in the mirror.

In the mirror, the space seemed to be torn apart, and an eight-legged Pegasus flew out into the air, its body wrapped in blazing flames. Its hooves stepped through the void, bringing up waves of heat.