Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Doesn’t Want to Become a Night City Legend

Chapter 85 Super Special Training

It sounds sudden to say this, but you have seen many anime and TV dramas with the "teacher" element, right?
For example, there's Kakashi from Naruto, Rayleigh from One Piece, and Zangetsu and Kyohaku from Bleach? Even Hunter x Hunter has Bisky!

Not to mention Assassination Classroom, which uses the character of "teacher" as its core selling point, and Katekyo Hitomi, Hot Teacher, and Denpa Teacher—yes! Teachers are an indispensable element in many films and TV series.

Because teachers themselves represent teaching and educating people, that is, "cultivation", the one-way transmission of "knowledge" and "ability", is the embodiment of the inheritance of human civilization after parents!

Human beings all look forward to "growth", so teachers are the bearers of this responsibility!
To put it more bluntly, when people see a teacher, they will reflexively think of "growth" and begin to look forward to the protagonist's unpredictable "changes"!
The reason why we are discussing this all of a sudden is because...
【Location: Principal Cassell’s Office】

【Time: 12 noon】

"Principal Ange, I have sent you the afternoon class schedule through Norma, as well as the disciplinary cases."

"Okay, I'll go back and check it out."

Ange waved goodbye to Professor Manstein and put his report out of his mind after two and a half minutes.

The old man took a deep breath and could vaguely smell the birdsong and flowers in Kassel, as well as a faint aroma of food.

It's lunch time, Ange thought.

So he opened the corridor window to increase air circulation and turned to walk towards his office.

He turned the key, and just as he twisted his wrist to go in—

"Hello! Principal Ange!"

As I turned the corner, a man in a hat came over with his head lowered, pushing a silver food cart.

"That's right, here's your lunch."

Angers' life is full of refinement. When slaying dragons, he can eat leather shoes in a trench full of blood, internal organs and even excrement, but on ordinary days he will also go to high-end Michelin three-star restaurants to eat stargazing pie.

When he was in school, because of work pressure, Angers would usually have meals delivered to him.

"Oh, that's a coincidence. Don't bother me. I'll take it in myself."

Ange walked into the dining car with a smile, bent down slightly, and placed his hand on the plate——————

"!!"

That's it now.

A flash of lightning flashed through his brain, and the man in the hat took out a pistol from his side pocket the moment Ange bent down and his sight was out of his sight.

Yes, it is the American-made M1917 Smith & Wesson!

The man suddenly lowered his body, bent his elbows at 90 degrees, and half-withdrew his body.

Shoot! No hesitation!

An assassin!?! An assassin! No—

It's Caesar!
The hat fell, revealing long golden hair. The president of Kassel's student union had unhesitatingly attempted to assassinate the principal! This was a power grab! This was a conspiracy by the Gattuso family! This was a dark political struggle!

The answer, what is it!
I don't know, but my finger on the trigger doesn't hesitate! It's about to shoot! Right here!
However.
Bang!----

There was a loud noise as if something broke the sound barrier, but it wasn't a bullet, it came from Ange's arm.

He swung it suddenly, like a long black whip, towards the muzzle of the gun. He was not dodging. Ange just naturally stood up the plate and then aimed the dent on the bottom of the plate at the muzzle of the gun!
The bullet was fired, but it passed the bottom of the plate from the side the moment it left the gun, and then quickly deviated from its path due to the slight shaking of Ange's hand.

Snap! ——! ————

The side of the bullet slid across the curved surface of the dinner plate, flew upwards, and hit the chandelier on the ceiling, exploding into a cloud of red smoke.

Only then did Caesar realize that the matter had been exposed.

He wanted to run away, but the moment he thought of this, his expression suddenly changed, his facial features wrinkled together, and he looked very funny.

It's a dish.

Since the plate is upright, the cutlery inside will naturally fall downwards due to gravity.

The silver knife and fork went straight down, through Caesar's crocodile leather shoes, giving his toes deep, large-pore acupuncture.

The man's screams were halfway through, but Ange wasn't done yet.

"Oh, sorry, sorry."

The old man continued to bend down, his waist bent even lower, his fingers directly grasped the silver fork on Caesar's foot, and then hooked it outwards -

"Well?!"

Caesar screamed and his body tilted. Angers, who had pulled out his fork, leaned forward half an inch and straightened his back, carrying the falling Caesar on his back. Then, with a raised movement,

He used the standard "Iron Mountain Lean" move of a basketball master and threw it out of the wide-open window in the corridor next to him.

"Cuck!"

"Caesar Gattuso!!! What are you doing!"

The Italian young man fell into the bushes with an ungraceful sound. Manstein, who had just come downstairs, immediately spotted him and roared angrily.

Everything was going according to plan. Ange clapped his hands and sent a text message to Caesar.

[Remember to send me another portion of my lunch]

He immediately turned and walked into the office.

"It's strange that the person in charge of my diet would be so secretive."

Commenting on Caesar's assassination attempt, Angers thought that since he couldn't eat, he might as well go to the sofa and take a rest.

Lying on his back on the sofa, he let out the low groan of an old man stretching his muscles. The moment Ange stretched his arms——

"surprise!"

His back felt empty and Ange suddenly felt a severe sense of weightlessness.

Is there a vacuum under the sofa?

No, Ange knew clearly that there was solid padded sea surface under the sofa. Maybe someone had tampered with it.

At the moment when his whole body was suspended in the air, Ange's head was still thinking calmly.

At this time, Lu Mingfei had already flipped over the sofa, holding the sofa cushion, and fell down from above!

The shadow cast a shadow over Ange's entire body, and the young man was shouting some inappropriate bad words.

“Crows fly!”

The sofa cushion was thrown towards Ange, and Lu Mingfei twisted his whole body strength in mid-air.

"Wood big wood big wood big wood big wood big wood big wood big wood big wood big wood big wood big wood big wood big wood big wood big!!!"

Imitating the catchphrase of a certain Egyptian vampire, he used the cushion as a tractor to beat him, attempting to bury Ange completely in his own sofa!
Sleep forever, old man!!

"Um"

In mid-air, Ange suddenly tensed his waist and abdomen.

Kick down with the left leg.

Right leg kick.

It's a little difficult for most people. No, it's an action that goes against physics at all. The old man kicked out in a T-shape with his body lying sideways, and only relied on the sudden explosion of his thighs to hit the sofa cushion in front of him!
boom! ! !
Like a rocket taking off, the seat suddenly pressed against Lu Mingfei, squeezing his face into the shape of a fried egg.

The feeling of overweight came over him, and the filling sponge and Lu Mingfei smashed through the ceiling! They flew to a high altitude where Ange didn't know where.

Oh, it seems to be Professor Manstein’s office?

Ange slowly straightened his posture without saying a word.

"So, there's one last person left."

While muttering, Ange was also scanning everything in the office.

Lu Mingfei’s choice was correct. He launched the second assassination attempt when Ange was relaxing after escaping an assassination attempt, and his method was also quite clever.

If nothing unexpected happens, Chu Zihang should have prepared his own plan.

Although he felt a little tired, after all, he was the one who said "You are welcome anytime and anywhere", so Angers could only acquiesce to the situation.

then
【Dong.】

Ange picked up his phone and glanced at the text message.

【Contact: Susie】

[Hello, Principal. Could you please come to the dojo half an hour ago?]

[Image: Chu Zihang sitting upright with a wooden sword placed beside him.]

Angers: “.”

Are your plans too chaotic?

Half an hour later——

Angé walked out of the dojo, while Chu Zihang remained unconscious amid Susie's hurried voice, with the red mark on the front of his face conspicuous, even glaring.
-
Cassel.

At night, eight o'clock.

In an unobservable corner of the sports building is the location of the Kassel Iron Triangle.

In the semi-dark room, Hilbert had Ange hold the bamboo sword in both hands and approach the three petite shadows.

The first to move among the three petite shadows was a dark-haired shadow holding a Japanese sword. The blade in his hand was graceful and deadly under the wash of moonlight. The blade cut through the air, making a vibrating buzzing sound like the roar of a wild beast, and the beautiful arc pointed straight ahead!

However, it was blocked by the bamboo sword.

Ange hardly moved, he just remained standing, but the moment they passed each other, a flash of wind suddenly hit the side of the black-haired man's knife.

Snapped! !

He stomped his feet hard, barely managing to avoid losing his balance due to the attack. The man lowered his eyes, hiding his shock in them, and stepped aside to make room.

But he was a step too slow. "Your backhand is weak."

Ange held the knife with both hands, and the other bamboo sword came into play at this time.

The twisted black shadow suddenly exploded like a firecracker, and the sword blade swung like a whip, pressing down heavily with a loud bang!

"I'm not good at forehand."

Even though the black-haired man had tried his best to adjust his position and use his hands to hold the front and back of the samurai sword in an absolute defensive posture, he still flew away like a balloon hit by a train!

After making the comment, Ange didn't even look at the other assassins who jumped up again behind him.

The blond, blue-eyed assassin had a cold gaze, and in his hand was a military hunting knife about half a meter long, which shot out like a sharp arrow.

At the moment of the attack, the figure became blurred because of the incredible speed.

If the attacker in front was like a ghost, then he was like an eagle swooping down from the sky! The hunting knife and the arm holding it were unrecognizable. That was because the faster speed made his knife almost invisible!

Kang!
Vibrate the muscles and splash cyclones.

"Your steps are loose."

However, Ange easily blocked it with a "sword on the back" posture like a Western swordsman. In this posture, he could only use the strength of his forearms and triceps, but his body was not shaken at all and remained as steady as a rock.

"Responsive."

After saying that, Ange turned around.

The blond man was already fully prepared to block, but Ange did not use his left hand or his right hand, but instead raised his thigh quickly and cunningly.

Dust was raised and the wind was blowing wildly.

He kicked out with a surging wind, as if squeezing the air into layers of ripples, and kicked towards the blond man's lower abdomen!

“Quack!!!!————”

The man with eight abdominal muscles regretted that his buffering stroke was not enough at this moment. After making a very loud airflow sound, the blond man turned over several times in the air and flew backwards.

And at this moment, the three people's final trump card is ready.

call------

Exhaling foul air, unlike the black-haired and blond man who didn't deserve a name, Lu Mingfei had obviously thought about how to deal with the subsequent attacks.

The spine bounced, and the heat in the body flowed along the blood vessels to the extremities, and the silk thread in the hand was swung out quickly.

The silver thread penetrates the moonlight, revealing its trajectory for only a moment, and it wraps around and attacks its target like a poisonous snake with intelligence!

Only then did Ange raise his eyebrows.

He suddenly discovered that these single-molecule lines had surrounded him without him knowing when.

No, he had figured out the answer.

It’s the two people from before.

Lu Mingfei did not expect the black-haired man and the blond man to be able to capture Ange, so he directly made holes in the corners of their clothes and tied a single molecule thread to them. Then he let the two men be knocked away in different directions, pulling the silk thread to form a trap.

Lu Mingfei himself completed the finishing work.

The scalpel in his hand shot into the air, and when Ange was about to knock it away, it suddenly cut through the air!

spade--!--!--------

It's a line!

The silk thread that has formed in the air will collide with the single-molecule thread that is also connected to the tip of the scalpel, so that the flight path of the scalpel itself is "hindered", and then countless unpredictable air paths are formed!

It's like an alternative multiple shuriken technique!
That's right! Under the blue moon! Silver blades strike the enemy! Coiling like a python! ——————Exactly! ————

"Yeah!!! Principal, pick up my Blue Silver Entanglement!!——"

Letting out a strange cry, Lu Mingfei tightened his arms!

But will things go so smoothly?

No, no, no!

Ange glanced around the room and smiled.

Just like in the previous lesson, he suddenly let go of the hilt, then grabbed the middle of the bamboo sword, raised his arm and twisted his elbow! - Inserting the blade into a gap in the single-molecule network woven by Lu Mingfei.

Press down—spin!
spade!!----!--!------

The network that had originally broken the geometric beauty collapsed in an instant and turned into a silver spiral, and Lu Mingfei himself at the end of the molecular line was directly pulled over and flew towards Angers.

The old man threw away the knife, jumped out of the encirclement of the single molecular line alone, raised his leg, and chopped down!
Hit the boy right on the forehead!

boom!!!----!--!------

“Ugh!!”

The skull instantly broke through the chastity restraints of Mother Earth and embedded itself in the narrow and compact interior. Hot liquid spurted out of the head and spilled all over the ground.

is blood.

And then Ange slowly landed on the ground.

Pat the suit and make a comment.

"You have memory loss, lack of energy, distraction, and frequent and urgent urination."

“Woo woo woo!” Unable to make a normal sound, Lu Mingfei supported himself on the ground and pulled his head out. “Teacher Ange, what you just said seemed to be about fighting, but now you are saying that my comments are just about people with kidney deficiency!!!”

"is it?"

It was night in Kassel.

The Kassel Iron Triangle is currently undergoing secret training.

I don't know when it started, but this became their daily routine.

"Ten minutes of rest, then the final round. That's it for tonight."

After greeting Cassell and the other two, Ange turned around, opened the door of the dance studio and walked outside.

The three people left behind looked at each other.

"So."

Chu Zihang was the first to speak.

"Lu Mingfei, do you need me to accompany you to the hospital?"

"No need! The principal's comment was just revenge against me, right?!"

My kidneys have been well-developed in Night City! Whose things do you think those scavengers were targeting?
Caesar: "Compared to that, Lu Mingfei, what did you mean by that last sentence? What was that yeah wow, that Hong Kong accent?"

"Be brave!"

"Ok."

Caesar raised his hands in surrender and sat down on the ground.

At this moment, even a nobleman like him could no longer maintain his former momentum. Every cell in his body was wailing and in pain.

In fact, this is not the first time.

The current time point is [two weeks] after Lu Mingfei enrolled in Kassel.

In the first week, Lu Mingfei just hung out and chatted with Caesar and Chu Zihang, but because of the "black shooting" incident before the end of that week, the three were forced to be captured by Angers and served as soldiers.

Kuimen Plan

A major secret party operation involving a Dragon King-level target.

However, due to Ange's willfulness, this action eventually fell on three freshmen and sophomores.

——The surprising thing is that none of these three people think there is anything wrong.

Caesar: It has to be me.

Chu Zihang: I don’t care.

Lu Mingfei: I don’t care, senior brother, why did you steal my lines?

But accepting the mission is good, but the training content is a bit bad.

To use Ange's words, in the tortoise and the hare race, the hare has to run long enough. Even if all three are geniuses, they still need time to develop.

Even if this is the most important dragon-slaying operation of this century, if one operation kills three geniuses, even Angers may have to bear the blame for it.

Not only did the three of them have to add diving lessons to their scheduled courses every day, but they also had to report to Angers at night after the training and then be beaten up.

It's been a week.

Lu Mingfei and others launched sneak attacks on Ange in various ways, at various times and places, but they could not find any weakness of this old man.

As expected of the strongest hybrid in modern times, once the opponent got serious, the three of them couldn't find any flaws at all.

But in this process, I also learned a lot of things, including close combat skills, the use of the body, and most importantly - the tacit understanding between three people.

As the saying goes, the best way to heat up a relationship is to create a common enemy.

Ange became the target of the concentrated fire, so the relationship between the three of them naturally progressed by leaps and bounds.

By now, they have reached the point where they don't even feel weird about being honest with each other!

"Are you going to the bathhouse today?"

"go."

"Brother, carry me over."

Eh? Is this honesty?
(End of this chapter)