Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be a superhero

"You're really not going to play adventure games or secretly film a TV show?" the old captain asked repeatedly, shouting loudly.

“You’ve been asking all the way here,” Lu Mingfei said, pointing to the artificial island in the distance through the glass of the captain’s cabin. “Look, that’s it!”

Lu Mingfei now knows why they couldn't catch any big fish in the waters around here last time they came – because this damn place is hiding a dragon!

"The Temple of Our Lady of Anonia!" The old captain picked up his binoculars and looked at the temple on the artificial island. "What kind of monster is that!"

In the darkness, the temple's statue was pushed to the ground, and where the statue had stood, stood a creature much more majestic than an African elephant. Its membranous wings were folded behind it, and its long, serpentine neck was raised, its golden eyes piercing through the rain.

"Water monster!" Lu Mingfei shouted.

“Young man, don’t try to fool me. That thing looks exactly like a dragon!” the old captain shouted.

"Isn't it reasonable to call a creature that can cause tsunamis a sea monster?" Lu Mingfei said.

The old captain paused for a moment, then nodded in agreement, his blood boiling: "Let's go, let's kill the sea monster! I will become a pirate even greater than my ancestors!"

“It’s us, not including you,” Lu Mingfei reminded us. “If you don’t go over, it’s three against two; if you go over, it becomes three against three.”

The old captain felt insulted.

Old Tang wandered around the cabin. Although Susie had given him two guns and a college-issue alloy knife for self-defense, these few things were hardly enough to make him feel safe. So he wanted to look around the ship for any other handy tools.

Until he saw a gleaming pirate scimitar hanging on the wall.

Old Tang's eyes lit up, and he rushed over to take the knife down. He turned to the old captain and shouted, "Grandpa, could I borrow this knife for a moment?!"

Almost as soon as the word "use" was mentioned, an invisible force spread out along the blade, passing straight through the windshield of the captain's cabin. The glass shattered instantly, and wind and rain poured in.

"Holy crap!" Lu Mingfei was startled and turned to look at Lao Tang. "Lao Tang, you've awakened the power of words?!"

Old Tang was also startled. He scratched his head and said, "No, it looks like it, it looks like this knife!"

After the initial surprise and bewilderment, the old captain, whether due to his strong heart or the fearlessness of a dying man, quickly recovered as an ordinary person, excitedly looking at the knife in Old Tang's hand: "This is the knife left by my ancestor! I knew my ancestor was no ordinary person! He was the Pirate King!"

"What the hell is One Piece?! I'm still Shanks!" Lu Mingfei choked on his breath.

Chu Zihang walked to Old Tang's side, looked down at the blade, and saw wisps of light flowing on it: "This should be an alchemical weapon, activated by your bloodline."

"Holy crap! That's awesome?!" Old Tang carefully controlled the knife, pulling back its power, and looked at the old captain with a fawning smile. "Could I borrow this knife for a bit?"

"No!" The old captain shook his head.

Old Tang began to consider the possibility of forcibly seizing the property, and whether doing so would be too unethical.

"Here you go!" the old captain waved his hand.

"You are truly a hero, the Pirate King!" Old Tang exclaimed.

"Put One Piece aside for now," Lu Mingfei shouted at Lao Tang, pointing at the broken windshield, "Lao Tang, you come and plug this hole for me first!"

"Isn't this great? Anyway, the control panel is waterproofed. It's only true pirates when there's wind and rain!" The old captain laughed heartily, standing firm in the wind and rain.

Lu Mingfei thought to himself, "You're such a chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur), no wonder you like One Piece so much."

But the old captain immediately showed him with his actions that, just like the drill in a certain anime can break through the sky, there is no limit to being a chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur).

"Come on, sailors, sing the pirate song with me!" The old captain would soon regret his rash suggestion.

"We are pirates / fierce pirates / with wine bottles in our left hands / and treasures in our right..." the old captain sang loudly.

Lu Mingfei didn't want to sing, because he was completely tone-deaf, but the old captain was staring at him intently, so Lu Mingfei had no choice but to bite the bullet and start singing: "We are pirates/free pirates..."

"Stop, stop, stop!" The old captain had to stop Lu Mingfei halfway through his song. "Your tone is a bit too free!"

Lu Mingfei pouted: "I said I wouldn't sing, but you insisted I sing..."

"You come here!" The old captain looked at Chu Zihang.

Chu Zihang gripped the Village Rain in one hand, feeling like a drawn sword in the wind and rain: "Beautiful girls, come into my embrace..."

The old captain covered his face.

Chu Zihang sang very well, every note was accurate, but the expressionless and even murderous look on his face when he sang that line made him look like he wanted to lure a pretty girl into his arms and then kill her.

Old Tang felt he should also do something, even though he had no idea what the three people were singing. But the atmosphere had been built up, and it would be impolite not to speak up.

"Awoooo ...

Old Tang howled passionately, his voice bordering on the difference between a savage and a eunuch.

The old captain went back to sail, looking disheveled.

The artificial island was almost in sight. Inside the temple, the dragon's neck was raised to the sky, and ancient incantations drowned out the thunder, rain, and waves.

“We’re almost there,” Lu Mingfei suddenly said. “Stop, Captain. Getting any closer would be too dangerous for you.”

He flipped and leaped out of the broken window, landing on the sea. As he landed, a burst of cold air condensed beneath his feet, forming a large ice floe platform. Chu Zihang and Lao Tang followed suit, landing steadily on the violently shaking ice floe platform—Chu Zihang was relatively stable, while Lao Tang swayed slightly.

Waving goodbye to the dumbfounded old captain, Lu Mingfei led Chu Zihang and Lao Tang towards the temple on the artificial island, leaving only a trail of floating ice in their wake.

Just moments later, the three who could run on the sea had already reached the shore. The first thing Lu Mingfei saw was a few withered corpses in the corner of the temple—strangely, their clothes were all clean and intact, and they bore the insignia of the Solomon Temple.

“They must be the Inspector General’s personal guards,” Chu Zihang said. “Being able to create a miniature tsunami must have taken a huge toll; they were probably used by the fourth-generation species to replenish their nutrients.”

"I know this well. Many bosses, when they first appear, will sacrifice their own minions to show how ruthless they are," Lu Mingfei complained.

"Let's go, before the Word of Power is finished." Chu Zihang said, charging forward, with Lu Mingfei and Lao Tang following closely behind.

Upon entering the temple, Lu Mingfei immediately saw Inspector Shi Lun standing on the dragon's back. Half of his body was covered in scales, and there was an invisible but perceptible "domain" that connected him to the dragon.

An even larger realm unfolds from the dragons, their power accumulating with their chanting.

At this point, the opening remarks are meaningless. Wouldn't it be awkward if the other side finished reciting the incantation while we were busy with these two sentences?

So Chu Zihang raised his hand, his eyes blazing with golden light, and scales emerged from under his clothes—blood gushing forth.

Unleashing the most ferocious side of his bloodline in exchange for a significant increase in power. Chu Zihang chanted a few short syllables as he ran.

A violent explosion resounded in front of the dragon's body. Although its domain was not immediately destroyed, it was violently shaken.

Old Tang swung his knife at the dragons.

But the next second, to everyone's surprise, the dragon unfolded its membranous wings and soared into the sky. The power extending from the alchemical scimitar ripped through one of its legs, but it could not stop it from taking off.

Shi Lun looked down from mid-air and glanced mockingly at the three young men below.

While chanting the incantation, the dragon seemed unable to fly for long. It soon began to descend, gliding through the air with its membranous wings spread, and finally landed on the sea, rising and falling, but not sinking.

"Damn it! He just runs away like that? Aren't dragons supposed to be creatures with off-the-charts dignity?!" Lu Mingfei was stunned, as if Guo Jing had seen Ke Zhen'e stop being stubborn.

“Only ancient dragons are like that,” Chu Zihang said. “Those below the fourth generation are considered low-level dragons and are not so fierce.”

Lu Mingfei ran towards the outside of the temple: "Follow me, I'm going to freeze the sea! We'll attack its wings as soon as we get close!"

Chu Zihang and Lao Tang nodded, but then all three of them saw a ridiculous scene—the pirate-themed yacht that brought them there charged toward the dragons floating on the sea!

Lu Mingfei was dumbfounded. He thought to himself, "Old man, you're not a warship pilot. You don't even have a ram. What are you trying to do with a beat-up yacht?"

Do you really think you're the Pirate King, like Luffy who ate the Gum-Gum Fruit and can use a Gum-Gum Machine Gun?

Lu Mingfei tried to shout for the old captain to stop, but his shouts were blown away by the wind and rain.

The dragon on the sea turned its body around. Because it was still chanting incantations, it could not release another incantation. Destroying a two-story yacht with its physical body was not particularly easy for a fourth-generation species.

But it is, after all, a living being, and it is far more flexible than a machine.

The dragon swung sideways across the sea, narrowly avoiding the yacht.

The next second, the yacht burst into a dazzling light, then shattered into pieces in flames, the violent explosion illuminating the surrounding sea.

Lu Mingfei, who was on the shore, suddenly remembered that the old captain had said he would fill the bottom of the yacht with explosives and detonate them when the boat could no longer be steered.

"Damn, he's really become the Pirate King now." Looking at the explosion on the sea, Lu Mingfei said softly.

96. End of Chapter 95

After the explosion, the flames quickly dissipated, and the smoke and dust settled in the heavy rain, revealing the dragon's obviously damaged body.

It has been forced to stop chanting incantations, and its membrane wings are tattered, making it impossible for it to fly until they are restored.

Although the idea was somewhat out of step with the times, Lu Mingfei couldn't help but wonder—Old Captain, just how much explosives did you put in the ship! Your friends in the Portuguese Navy are truly resourceful! This is more than just enough to sink your own ship; if there were a warship nearby, it would probably sink along with it.

"Damn..." Old Tang muttered to himself, "Are all Portuguese captains this resolute? Then why was Spain the first country in the world to establish an empire on which the sun never sets..."

Lu Mingfei said softly, "The old captain has a terminal illness and doesn't have long to live. He probably wants to die in a spectacular way."

"This is fucking spectacular!" Old Tang grinned.

"They're trying to escape." Chu Zihang stared at the dragons on the sea surface, which slowly turned around in the torrential rain.

"Let's go kill it!" Lu Mingfei raised his hand, and a chill condensed on the knight's sword.

In fact, they have already achieved their goal. The fact that even their own people can be used as nourishment to release the power of words is enough to prove that this dragon has to go all out to trigger a miniature tsunami. Now that it is injured, it is impossible for it to release the power of words that can trigger a tsunami.

Even if the dragon escapes, it won't be a big deal. To the Secret Party, a mere fourth-generation creature is no threat. The elite squad of the Executive Department can take it down. Only a third-generation creature can make the Secret Party take it seriously.

But the old captain, an ordinary man, is so brave. Just two hours ago, he claimed to be a professional dragon slayer. If he were to let a dragon escape now, the old captain would surely laugh at him if he knew.

The Saint Seiya warriors have already started burning their cosmos; how can the battle end halfway?

Lu Mingfei had intended to freeze the sea, but the dragon, which had just turned around, suddenly paused, then turned back and charged towards them through the waves.

Lu Mingfei's eyes lit up. Although he didn't know what was wrong with the dragon, its own arrival saved them a lot of trouble.

On the sea, Inspector General Shi Lun stood on the dragon's back, his face ashen.

He had just tried to control the dragons to retreat, but the Temple of Solomon would use a set of alchemical artifacts from the Age of Gods to control the dragons. Strictly speaking, this was a contract and could not completely enslave the dragons. The control over the dragons depended on the difference in bloodlines between the two parties, and the dragons would also have an influence on the controller.

So when he controlled Kalodis's retreat, the rage from being injured by a human yacht overwhelmed Kalodis's reason, and Kalodis turned and charged towards the island. Its consciousness and thoughts entered Shilun's mind through the contract—

It was furious! It was going to kill those arrogant ants on the island!

Idiot! Killing them will attract the most ruthless organization in Europe, and even if you were the Dragon King, you would be buried!

Shilun attempted to regain control of Kalodis, but even with alchemical artifacts from the Age of Gods, how easy is it for a hybrid to control a pure-blooded dragon?

The dragon, carrying a massive amount of seawater, crashed down, interrupting the original powerful incantation, which meant it could now chant other incantations.

The seawater surrounded the dragon, forming countless swirling currents. Each current traveled at a speed far exceeding that of a fire truck's high-pressure water cannon, and as it approached the island's shore, it shot towards Lu Mingfei and his companions.

Chu Zihang uttered a few short syllables, and Junyan's domain expanded to more than ten meters under the blessing of the Bloodlust. Continuous flames and explosions burst forth from its edges, and the water that fell into it had its kinetic energy neutralized by the explosions and was evaporated into water mist by the flames.

The flames could not burn continuously, so Chu Zihang triggered a series of explosions at the edge of the domain.