Dragon Clan, Lu Mingfei wants to reach a perfect ending

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath, and the dazzling gold in his pupils suddenly disappeared, turning back into black glass.

For ordinary hybrids, the degeneration from golden eyes to ordinary eyes means that he has run out of physical strength and cannot maintain the highly boiling state of dragon blood, thus falling into weakness.

Chu Zihang and Caesar, who were a few meters away, naturally saw the changes in Lu Mingfei. They were also very familiar with the common sense of mixed-bloods, but they doubted whether this common sense could be applied to Lu Mingfei.

Geniuses, like monsters, can never be viewed by ordinary people's standards. This is the truth in the world of mixed-race people.

Lu Mingfei then exhaled, and a thick white mist emitting high temperature escaped from his nose, just like the dragon in Chinese legend that puffed out clouds and exhaled mist, adding a touch of mystery.

"This time, the winner will be decided." Lu Mingfei said in a deep voice. At this moment, the dragon blood in his body was boiling.

Chu Zihang and Caesar looked at each other. Although they were enemies before, they seemed to have a tacit understanding at this moment. With just one glance, Caesar understood what Chu Zihang wanted to do.

It seems that the secret technique mentioned by the principal is extremely important to Chu Zihang, which allows him to make such a decision without hesitation.

Caesar's ice-blue eyes narrowed slightly. Because of Chu Zihang's performance at this moment, he became more interested in the reward that Angers mentioned.

This time the clarion call for attack was not blown by Chu Zihang and Caesar.

Lu Mingfei's figure disappeared the next moment. Chu Zihang and Caesar instantly stood back to back, then looked around searching for the disappeared Lu Mingfei.

But as far as their field of vision could reach, there was no trace of Lu Mingfei at all. But how could a living person disappear from their sight without using the power of words?

"Above you!" Nuo Nuo and Su Si reminded hurriedly in their headsets at the same time. The field of view of their sniper scopes was much better than the two people on the battlefield, and they found Lu Mingfei the next moment he disappeared.

At this moment, Lu Mingfei appeared above the two men like a flying swallow. He had no weapons in his hands, but simply relied on his fists to hit the two men.

A truly effective attack is always the most unpretentious move, but it can bring the greatest damage. This is what Lu Mingfei knew after many training sessions.

At this moment, his fist was practicing the principles he had understood, smashing down from above in the simplest attack method.

Caesar drew out his hunting knife and stared at Lu Mingfei's fist, as if he wanted to use Dick Tuoduo to forcibly resist this attack.

But Chu Zihang was calmer. He held Murasame in his left hand and pulled Caesar with his right hand, evacuating Lu Mingfei's attack range.

"Bang!" A loud bang like the explosion of high explosives came from where Lu Mingfei landed.

In an instant, smoke filled the air, and the dust that floated in the air temporarily completely obscured the vision of several people.

Just when Chu Zihang and Caesar were on high alert, Lu Mingfei rushed out from the dust and appeared in front of them with an invincible momentum, and one hand was about to touch Chu Zihang's body.

At this time, Chu Zihang did not take a defensive posture, but unexpectedly took an attacking posture with a knife, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on the face of the thousand-year-old iceberg.

"That's the time," he said quickly.

A deafening gunshot sounded in the earphone, and the next moment a Frigga bullet hit Lu Mingfei's body like lightning, with such a powerful force that he involuntarily retreated.

"Bang." At this time, another Frigga bullet came and hit the place where Lu Mingfei had just been shot accurately. A cluster of conspicuous blood flowers burst out, knocking Lu Mingfei farther away.

And at this moment, the sword lights of Murasame and Dick Tuduo instantly caught up with Lu Mingfei who was flying backwards.

"I'm sorry, I must win." Chu Zihang said to Lu Mingfei in his heart, and the Murasame in his hand slashed towards Lu Mingfei without hesitation.

At this moment, on a ship sailing far away on the Yangtze River.

"This kid who was so good at hiding is finally going to have a taste of failure." The middle-aged man at the table seemed to be very dissatisfied with Lu Mingfei, and his words were full of sarcasm.

Angers watched the surveillance video, shaking the cup of black tea in his hand, "No, my idea is exactly the opposite of yours. It should be Chu Zihang and Caesar who will taste the taste of failure."

His silver-gray eyes stared at the picture on the screen calmly, and he stated his prediction calmly.

"How is this possible? Four top-level A-level hybrids, and with this kind of cooperation, how is it possible..."

The middle-aged man wanted to say something, but the situation in the picture changed unexpectedly.

Lu Mingfei fell on the stone road and rolled on the ground for a few rounds. His mismatched clothes had many holes in them, and underneath these holes were the fine wounds caused by Murasame and Dick.

The wounds continued to ooze blood, staining the already tattered clothes blood red, making them look particularly tragic.

"It hurts." Lu Mingfei lay on the ground without sitting up.

The wound just now reminded him of the time when he was being chased by Secretary-General Lu. That group of A-level hybrids also cooperated so tacitly and kept inflicting wounds on his body.

It was truly a memory that was still fresh in his memory. Lu Mingfei's eyes recalled that snowy night and the burning flames, which then turned into a deep calm.

The golden eyes suddenly lit up, and the dignity of the king spread out along with the golden light. Even the air was afraid and fled away from Lu Mingfei, forming a low-pressure area next to Lu Mingfei.

The small wounds on his body stopped bleeding in an instant, and the skin quickly connected to each other and then recovered as before.

This injury also made Lu Mingfei realize that since his rebirth, he had not been eager to become stronger. Instead, he had been doing some meaningless things, and he completely despised the mixed-bloods in his heart.

Perhaps it was because of his skyrocketing strength, or perhaps it was because of the information gap brought about by his rebirth, that he indulged himself in the beauty of the illusion and forgot that this reality was cruel and cannibalistic in nature.

"Thank you, senior brother, Caesar, Nono, and Susie." Lu Mingfei thanked them one by one, which made Nono, who was observing through the telescope, feel extremely confused.

"Did they hit this stupid boy's head? Did they hit him too hard and hit the wrong part?"

Chu Zihang looked at Lu Mingfei and had the same doubts in his mind, but at this moment Lu Mingfei did not look crazy or stupid at all. Instead, he was extremely sincere.

“As a gift of thanks, I will do my best from now on.” Before Lu Mingfei finished speaking, the already extremely bright golden pupils in his eye sockets became even hotter, like flowing magma.

"Word Spirit Kingship, ten times the gravity." Lu Mingfei's voice was not loud, but it could be clearly heard by his senior brother and Caesar, making them wonder if there was something wrong with their ears.

The entire Kassel Academy is shrouded in the vice-principal's Word Spirit Discipline. All half-breeds whose bloodline is lower than the vice-principal's are unable to release their Word Spirit within the discipline.

This is also an important reason why the school does not prohibit a day of freedom. Generally, hybrids are not likely to have problems in daily fights, but it would be a different story if they could release their words.

The thought was short-lived, but the power of the Word Spirit Kingship was real, like the weight of a king crushing their entire bodies, including their bones and blood.

A majestic voice kept echoing in their minds, telling them to get down, as this was the etiquette for meeting a king.

Despite the creaking sound of their bones, Chu Zihang and Caesar still managed to hold on and not fall down. There were looks of pain on their faces that could not be concealed, and the abnormally protruding blue veins showed the pain they were going through at the moment.

“Twenty times the gravity.” Lu Mingfei whispered, and Yan Ling’s chips were increased by half of their strength. This time, the two men lay on the ground without any struggle.

Lu Mingfei looked up at the two snipers in the distance, his eyes full of indifference. At this moment, the winner of the Free Day had appeared.

"This is impossible!" The middle-aged man at the table suddenly lost his composure while looking at the picture on the screen. The black tea in his hand spilled on his expensive clothes because of excitement, but he didn't care about such a small matter at all at the moment.

How could Lu Mingfei possibly use the power of words in the academy? You have to know that the vice-president's bloodline is among the best even among those with S-level bloodlines.

Moreover, the rules in Kassel Academy are not just based on the words of the vice-president, but are also strengthened and amplified by alchemical props.

The fact that Lu Mingfei was able to use the Word Spirit in the vice-principal's commandments meant that his bloodline was higher than the vice-principal's, and by more than just a little bit.

"I was also a little surprised when I found out about it, but for someone who is S-rank, these little things shouldn't be surprising."

Ange drank his hot tea calmly, as if he was not surprised at all that Lu Mingfei could use the power of words within the precepts.

"His bloodline..." the middle-aged man continued, but the next moment Angers appeared in front of him and handed a new cup of black tea to the middle-aged man.

"He is a human." Angé took a sip of hot tea and looked out the window at the green mountains. "At least he is a human now. He is my student."

"For my students, no matter what his bloodline is, as long as he is strong enough to slay a dragon, he is our best helper, Mance, do you understand?"

"And this further proves that he is a true genius and our secret weapon to slay the Dragon King." There was a gleam in Angé's eyes, and his tone became involuntarily excited when he spoke.

The middle-aged man remained silent and finally let out a long sigh.

"Ange, I hope you know what you are doing. Don't let hatred blind your eyes. This will only lead to you cultivating a more powerful monster."

"Maybe." Angers appeared on the chair in an instant. His clothes were meticulous, but his eyes were full of confidence.

"Even if it is a monster, it is a monster strong enough to fight against the Dragon King."