Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be a superhero

Caesar nodded: "Director Akadula has given us some good things."

He tossed a deep red grenade up and down: "This grenade is filled with components of the Friga bullet, containing anesthetic mist and fragments modified from Friga bullets. While it may have limited effect on dragons, for hybrids, once the grenade explodes, those hit by Friga fragments will instantly fall unconscious, just like those hit by Friga bullets. Hybrids who inhale the anesthetic mist will also be greatly affected. Unfortunately, the fragments modified from Friga bullets are still too fragile, and the anesthetic mist can only be effective in a small area. The effective diameter of the Friga grenade is only five meters."

Chu Zihang nodded.

What Caesar didn't mention was that Director Akadula had also offered him three other colors of grenades, including black and white ones that could change a person's voice, and a dark green one that would cause severe diarrhea. However, Caesar ultimately refused them all, believing they would be beneath the dignity of the nobility.

To be precise, it dealt a devastating blow to the dignity of the nobility.

Moreover, he believed that the opposing leaders, Lu Mingfei and Susie, were people of martial ethics like him, and that everyone should resist this kind of weapon that did not uphold martial ethics.

……

Inside the church.

Lu Mingfei and Susie stood in front of a screen pieced together from several pieces of equipment, on which information about the battlefield was scrolling.

On the central screen, a simple topographical map of Kassel College is displayed, with black and white dots colliding and disappearing on the map.

This is data transmitted back in real time after the drone observes the front line.

The firefight had been going on for nearly an hour, and with the support of the equipment department, both sides were going to great lengths to win.

In the past, a free day was mostly for students to play around, and the equipment that everyone could get their hands on was relatively limited. The best weapons they had were just a few anti-materiel sniper rifles.

But this time, in their pursuit of victory, both sides even deployed small drones to strafe each other's positions with Friga bullets. In their frenzy, they even manipulated their drones to collide, willing to perish together.

As for Friga landmines, grenades, and even stun grenades, they are everywhere.

If it weren't for the school's rule that important buildings couldn't be destroyed during a day of freedom, they probably would have already started shelling enemy strongholds.

It was precisely because of the brutal upgrade in weaponry that the battle lasted only an hour before both sides suffered heavy casualties, and there was a growing sense that they were about to perish together.

“Although the drone can only observe the positions of the enemy’s soldiers on the battlefield, they haven’t sent any more men to the front lines for more than ten minutes,” Susie stared at the screen. “I estimate that the president and his men are down to a few men. They won’t easily send out their last elite troops, lest they be wiped out by a single sniper.”

Before the battle, Susie was torn between being a sniper and a commander, but Zero said that she also knew a little about sniping and could try to take on the role of sniper.

Susie was initially skeptical of Zero's claim, since a large sniper rifle would reach Zero's chin if it were standing upright, and it seemed a bit incongruous to say that she could use a sniper rifle. Therefore, Susie suggested that Zero demonstrate her skills first.

Then Susie felt a blow to her confidence—she was the Lionheart's best sniper, and Zero was even better than her.

"How come you, a freshman, are so good at using a sniper rifle?" Susie thought to herself.

Therefore, in the battle of Freedom Day, Zero took on the role of sniper without hesitation, and now she is aiming at the front-line positions below from the third floor of the church.

"The bad news is that we have almost no one left." Lu Mingfei pointed to the few remaining white dots of light.

Just as Lu Mingfei was speaking, a loud broadcast came from outside. It was Caesar's voice: "Lu Mingfei, I have to admit that your tactics are good, and your casualties are lower than ours. But how many people do you have left? Our elite women's faction still has half of its elites left. If I'm not mistaken, your elite women's faction should only have Susie and that sniper left, right?"

“Winning hearts and minds,” Susie said, looking at Lu Mingfei. “Caesar wants us to become impatient and lose our composure. Don’t fall for it.”

“From the moment he shouted ‘mature woman’ and ‘loli’, the psychological effect was completely gone, wasn’t it? How could he shout those two names so loudly? Doesn’t he have any sense of shame?” Lu Mingfei’s cheeks twitched.

“It would be normal if it came from Caesar Gattuso,” Susie said. “He has always been a bit of a chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur), but because his abilities are so outstanding, he has even upgraded his chuunibyou to domineering.”

Lu Mingfei smirked, picked up the microphone, connected it to the loudspeaker, and replied to Caesar: "In that case, why don't we have a one-on-one duel? Let's settle this quickly, and maybe we can even have a pool champagne party or something for the rest of the day."

"A duel? While duels have indeed been popular among nobles, we have the upper hand right now. Why should I agree to a duel? Do you think Napoleon would ask to duel an enemy general when the enemy army is on the verge of collapse?" Caesar retorted.

“What I mean is, everyone go to the front lines, and in the parking lot, I’ll take on all of you one-on-one,” Lu Mingfei said, “including you, Chu Zihang, and all of your remaining elites.”

Inside Valhalla, Caesar and several of the student council's elite confidants looked at each other in bewilderment.

Caesar was initially bewildered, then felt insulted—even if you are an S-class, you can't possibly take on me and Chu Zihang alone, let alone with the other elites!

For the first time in his life, Caesar had encountered someone even more arrogant and conceited than himself!

"Chu Zihang, what do you think?" Caesar's tone was calm, but a flame seemed to surge in his icy blue eyes.

Chu Zihang said, "Then let's go to the parking lot together and duel with Lu Mingfei."

“Are we really going to send everyone out? Although S-rank bloodlines are powerful, without the ability to use Word of Power, we are all just flesh and blood, and we don’t have much of an advantage against firearms,” Caesar said. “Including you and me, there are a total of eight people here with combat capabilities, and each of them is an A-rank hybrid. Is it necessary for us to all go together? Even if we win, it won’t prove anything.”

He had previously told Lu Mingfei that there was no need for a one-on-one fight since he had the upper hand, but now he was actually looking forward to a confrontation with Lu Mingfei himself.

“I think we should all go at him together,” said sniper Nono, sitting on the sand table with a lollipop in his mouth. “Let’s just turn him into a sieve!”

She still remembers how Lu Mingfei tricked her.

She, Nuonuo, holds grudges!

Chu Zihang was silent for a few seconds, then looked at Caesar: "How can you be so sure he can't use the power of words?"

Caesar frowned: "The entire academy is governed by the Night's Watch's rules. Within those rules, any half-blood whose bloodline is lower than the caster's cannot cast Words of Power..."

At this point, Caesar suddenly paused, then realized the problem—the Night Watchmen are S-rank, and so is Lu Mingfei. The Night Watchmen's discipline can suppress Chu Zihang, who is a super A-rank, but it may not be able to suppress Lu Mingfei, who is also an S-rank.

Because Kassel College had never had a formal S-class student in the previous forty years, everyone assumed that no one could use the power of words in the school.

Caesar thus developed a habitual way of thinking, and it wasn't until Chu Zihang pointed this out that he realized—oh right, as an S-class, Lu Mingfei might be able to unleash his Word of Power at school, which explains why he was so confident in dealing with everyone.

“Nono, you go back to the sniper position above immediately,” Caesar said, looking around. “The rest of you, let’s go to the parking lot!”

……

Kassel College, parking lot.

Seven figures dressed in pure black combat uniforms walked over. Unless they didn't want the car anymore, no one would be so inconsiderate as to leave their car in the parking lot after a day of freedom. So the parking lot was unusually empty at the moment, with only a few cars scattered around.

Chu Zihang, carrying Murasame, and Caesar, carrying Dick Tudor, walked side by side at the front, their steps remarkably synchronized. Behind them, five people, each carrying a different gun, also kept pace with Chu Zihang and Caesar.

This is a psychological tactic; the uniform sound of their footsteps enhances their sense of unity, giving the enemy the illusion that they are facing a behemoth.

The loud footsteps drowned out the orderly steps—if the sound of metal clashing against cement could be called footsteps.

Both Caesar and Chu Zihang had somewhat stiff expressions.

Before them, a metal giant nearly four meters tall slowly walked in, each step making a tremendous sound, as if stepping on a person's heartbeat, until it stopped in front of Caesar and his seven companions.

"You've arrived." Lu Mingfei's voice rang out through some kind of loudspeaker, carrying a synthesized electronic tone.

Caesar silently gripped the grip of the Desert Eagle, while Chu Zihang hugged Murasame tightly.

"Hey? A sniper?" The operator of the Iron Monarch looked up towards the roof of Valhalla, where the high-precision camera locked onto Nono on the roof.

Nono, who was aiming her sniper rifle at the Iron Monger atop Valhalla, looked completely bewildered—how do you snipe this thing? Where do you aim?

Just as she was feeling lost, through the scope, the Iron Monger, who had been standing still, suddenly looked up. Then, the thick, long gun barrel on his back slid and deformed, finally resting on his shoulder. The dark muzzle was almost big enough to fit a fist, pointing straight at Nono.

Nono remained silent for a moment, then decisively threw the sniper rifle off the top of Valhalla and raised her hands high.

"boom--"

After the deafening sound of the firing, Nono staggered back three steps, her entire upper body stained red by Friga bullets.

Facing the direction of the Iron Monger, she shakily raised her middle finger, then rolled her eyes and fell asleep.

In the parking lot.

After a gunshot, the parking lot fell silent.

The five men behind Caesar and Chu Zihang raised their guns and pointed them at Iron Overlord, not daring to move.

"Come, let's have a glorious duel!" Lu Mingfei said, "Let's settle this once and for all!"

Caesar's eye twitched violently—on this very day, he gained a completely new understanding of the word "glory."

Iron Monger raised his hand, and the machine gun on his back slid and fixed to his arm, pointing at Caesar and his seven men.

Caesar turned his head stiffly and gave Chu Zihang a questioning look, which probably meant "What should we do?"

"Run!" Chu Zihang squeezed out the word through gritted teeth, then grabbed Murasame and rushed toward the nearest cover with lightning speed.

He's just a bit reckless, not stupid.

He can't really take a katana and go cut down a Gundam, can he?

Chapter 191 He still has to thank us.

Kassel College, parking lot.

Behind a black Maserati, Chu Zihang and Caesar huddled behind the tires to avoid being hit by the raging hail of bullets.

The other five people were scattered in the parking lot, already fast asleep.

Iron Monarch slowly walked through the parking lot, his arms carrying heavy machine guns that continuously swept in all directions, creating a barrage of bullets.

"What should we do?" Caesar touched the Dictator tucked into his waistband.

He had already put the Desert Eagle back on his waist. He could not use live ammunition for a day and could only use Friga bullets.

From a certain perspective, Friga bullets might be more effective than live ammunition in combat among hybrids. After all, given the physical attributes of hybrids, even if they are hit in the torso, as long as they are not hit in vital areas, they can still retain some combat ability after taking one or two shots, and there is no shortage of the possibility of escaping or even fighting back. If they are only hit in the limbs, the impact will be even smaller.

However, if the Friga bullet is used, even if it only hits the arm, the hit hybrid will quickly lose consciousness and become helpless.

However, the Friga bullets are powerless against a metal block like the Iron Monger, which has no gaps at all. You can't expect the Friga bullets to paralyze the machine or penetrate the Iron Monger's armor to hit Lu Mingfei inside—to achieve that, you would need an ultra-large caliber armor-piercing bullet.

In this situation, Chu Zihang's Murasame and his Dick Tudor are more useful. These alchemical weapons, forged through countless trials, can even pierce through tank armor in the hands of hybrids like them.

Especially the Dictator, as a weapon used by the Gattuso family for their leader, almost reached the pinnacle of human alchemy. The alchemical metal used was infinitely close to the regenerated metal that only the Dragon King could refine in legend. In terms of hardness, it could cut glass like a diamond, and in terms of toughness, it could be bent more than ninety degrees without being damaged.

While Chu Zihang's Murasame couldn't compare to the Dictator that the Gattuso family had created at any cost, it was undoubtedly a top-tier alchemical weapon.

Theoretically, both of these weapons can penetrate the Iron Monger's armor. For a machine like this that walks on its own, as long as one of its knee joints is damaged, it will immediately lose its balance and fall over.

The problem is that once he and Chu Zihang step into the Iron Overlord's attack range, they will be enveloped by a barrage of bullets and instantly killed.

"Chu Zihang, can you use your knife to block a bullet?" Caesar asked.

Although he was reluctant to admit it, Chu Zihang's swordsmanship was indeed slightly better than his.

Chu Zihang glanced at Caesar: "If you only have a few pistol bullets, you can try, but even if the principal came, it would be difficult to cut through bullets fired by a heavy machine gun with a knife."

If he enters a state of blood rage, he might have a chance to break through. It's not that he can cut through machine gun bullets after entering a blood rage state, but in addition to his physical attributes being improved, his recovery ability will be boosted to an exaggerated level after entering a blood rage state, and his drug resistance will also far exceed the normal range of hybrids.

In a previous mission, he had forcefully reversed the situation by relying on the powerful drug resistance brought by his bloodlust. Theoretically, this drug resistance should also allow him to withstand many more Frigga bullets.

Moreover, when he is in a blood-surge state, he can make dragon scales appear on his body. Although the dragon scales cannot completely block the anesthetic substance from the Friga bullets, they can greatly delay its penetration.

By using Murasame to block some of the bullets, and then letting the remaining bullets hit his body, the dragon scales would slow down the penetration of the anesthetic substance. With his strong drug resistance, Chu Zihang felt it was possible to reach Iron Tyrant.

But this is just a match or a game, there's no need to use Bloodlust for it.

That's a forbidden technology; every time it's used, it opens the gates of hell, and one wrong step and you'll fall in.