Know Yourself in the Dragon World

In the dim carriage, there were flashes of swords and sabers, and neither side was holding back.

It is the sound of the rapid water hitting the rocks in the distant mountains, which is audible.

Maybe we should play a piece of music that is tragic enough, no matter who wins or loses.

Han Qiu reached out to grab Mr. Kentucky's head several times, trying to tear off this crude disguise.

Every time this happens, Mr. KFC always unleashes his endless potential, reverses the situation, and turns from a disadvantage to an advantage.

In this way, we fought all the way from the cab to the end.

"The guy in the Well of Annihilation that day, was it you?" Mr. KFC once again took the upper hand and pushed Han Qiu back to the edge.

Han Qiu felt his right foot step on empty air and his body leaned backwards. When he was about to fall off the train, he grabbed the edge with one hand, turned around and got back into the car.

"What do you think?" Han Qiu pointed his sword at Mr. Kentucky's neck, "You don't dare to use your bronze throne?"

"I don't want to sell you any flaws again." Mr. KFC took two steps back.

"Are you taking a halftime break?" Han Qiu asked.

Up to now, there is still no clear winner.

If he didn't use the spirit of words, Han Qiu could only last another ten minutes at most.

Han Qiu can only make up for the difference in bloodline by relying on blood burst.

Mr. Kentucky did not use the blood-blasting trick. They were already acquaintances, so there was no need for them to fight a life-and-death battle.

"Let's talk." Mr. KFC's tone was bitter.

"Are you talking about me or you?" Han Qiu put down the knife. "Do you still need to wear a mask in front of me, Finkel?"

Han Qiu's saber is full of notches, and so are the beautiful past.

Just think of it as a farewell, a farewell with a special heart.

"When did you know?" Mr. KFC took off the packaging bag, and the defeated face was placed in front of Han Qiu. Helpless, speechless, and powerless.

Finkel von Frings, who could not graduate from Kassel Academy in nine years, was also the most dazzling star in the academy in the past.

How far can a person go for revenge? Even if it means becoming a knife.

"It was very early when I met you at the Chicago train station." Han Qiu said, "But I was very weak at that time."

"What on earth are you? Every time I fight with you, I can feel that your bloodline has greatly improved." Finkel asked again.

"What do you think? Dragon? Monster? Does it matter how I define it?"

"Why jump out when you can hide?"

Finkel has enough problems.

Han Qiu was also happy to answer: "Because I don't want to see you lose yourself for revenge."

"I know everything about the past, and I understand you, so I won't try to persuade you, but I won't side with you either." Han Qiu raised his lips, "Just think of it as saying goodbye to you and the academy. I didn't have the chance to say goodbye to the principal, and of course, I didn't dare to act like a clown in front of him. You should be able to represent the principal, Finkel."

"At least, for now." Finkel asked again: "Do you know our plan?"

"I have a general understanding of it. All I can say is that it's a ridiculous plan. Have you asked Lao Lu how he feels about it?"

"People like him have to lose something before they can gain something."

"That's right, so I have to leave. You can treat me as a dragon or a monster, it's up to you." Han Qiu raised the knife again, "If you must fight to the death today, I can try with you."

"Are you sure you want to go?"

"Even if I hide, how long can I hide? One year, two years? Besides, I don't want to watch you kill Lao Lu's friends one by one and send him into the abyss. I want to try to prove that Lao Lu can become a towering figure without such a brutal plan like yours." Han Qiu laughed dumbly and added: "If he can't do it, I can do it too. It doesn't necessarily require him to solve it."

Han Qiu also had no confidence. To make Lu Mingfei grow into a man with gold in his collar was more difficult than slaying a dragon.

But as the saying goes, I will become a great one.

Although it requires enough time and enough cause and effect.

"Is there no turning back?" asked Finkel.

From the incident of the Well of Oblivion, and the rough guessing of Han Qiu's identity later, Finkel knew that this guy would stand on the opposite side sooner or later.

If you get too close to dragons, you will inevitably become a target of public criticism.

But he never expected that Han Qiu would jump out directly, stand in front of him, and say goodbye righteously.

That's indeed this guy's style.

"No." Han Qiu said with certainty: "Even if I do nothing, you will define me as a monster. It is better to be open and aboveboard than to be forced to flee."

Finkel did not refute. The school directors would probably not let go of a hybrid who possessed multiple spirits, not to mention the secret party.

"Are you still fighting? If not, I have to go to the battlefield. I hope I can catch up."

"What does that have to do with you?"

"Oh, yes. You are just a knife, without any thoughts. Do you know who the dragon was in the ice cellar that day?"

"Who?"

"Xiaya."

For a brief moment, Finkel's face was filled with shock and confusion, but it soon became clear, "I should have guessed it."

"The principal's arrangement is indeed ingenious."

"You don't dare to face the principal."

"No way, I can't beat him." Han Qiu said frankly: "I can't beat you either, if you use that move."

Mr. Han once said that Finkel's most powerful move is not the Word Spirit, but the Night Killing Flame Demon Sword.

Finkel felt that he was completely transparent in front of this guy and had no secrets.

"You can go now." He sighed heavily, "It's not worth using the Dark Demon Sword for a guy like you."

"Are you sure? I won't let Xia Mi be killed."

"Is she Xia Mi?"

"You can also call her...Jörmungandr, the King of Earth and Mountains."

Finkel felt a sharp pain in his heart, but he couldn't help cursing: "Han Qiu, do you really want to die? If you don't leave, I'll kill you with a knife!"

"Well...goodbye." Han Qiu backed away.

"Goodbye, just this once. If you continue to sabotage the plan, I will have no choice but to take action."

"I understand." Han Qiu shook his head in a sly manner, "But you may not be able to beat me."

"Can you promise me something?"

"As long as it's not excessive, I'll agree to it. Consider it a gift from you for letting me go this time."

"Don't tell Lu Mingfei about all this."

"I don't intend to tell him, he will go crazy. Let him find the answer himself, it's better than being in a state of confusion."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

People will leave eventually, and Finkel took out a cigar from his pocket.

He lit up the cigarette for himself, without any trace of a loser in his attitude. He looked like a real nobleman, and his loneliness was reflected under the light of the lamp and the fire.

In fact, you can just swing the knife and cut even this subway in half easily.

It's just that the price is a bit high.

It’s not that I’m afraid of death, it’s just... I’m unwilling to accept it.

How many friends can a person have in his life?

In fact, before they showed up, Finkel didn't even have any drinking buddies.

He sat in the last row of the last carriage, and as his cigar burned out, his poor disguise remained.