Dragon Clan: My identity seems to be wrong.

"Step aside!"

Gen Chisheng looked at Finkel who was standing in front of him with a cold face, but he was very surprised in his heart. As the head of the Gen family and the director of the Japanese branch of the executive department of Kassel Academy, the weapon he used was naturally not an ordinary weapon. The weapon in his hand was the magical weapon that killed Shuten Douji in Japanese legend, called Doujikiri. He didn't know whether it could kill Shuten Douji, but killing an ordinary fourth-generation type would definitely not be a problem. However, such a magical weapon did not hurt the smiling man in front of him at all. Is this something a human can do?

"The young couple is being affectionate, why is Minister Yuan joining in the fun? Are you secretly in love with that girl?"

Finkel had a smile on his face, but he did not retreat at all. Although he didn't know when Lu Mingfei met such a beautiful girl in Japan, as a brother, he would naturally support him at the critical moment.

"I'm her brother!"

Hearing Finkel's slightly teasing words, Yuan Zhisheng clenched his teeth and squeezed out these words word by word from between his teeth.

"Brother? Cousin?"

Finkel looked at Yuan Zhisheng's short dark blue hair with a strange expression, then turned his head to look at the girl with long fiery red hair who was curled up in Lu Mingfei's arms like a cat, with a strange expression. Although both of them were very good-looking, only slightly inferior to him, the Flame Dragon Slayer, but no matter how you look at it, the two of them didn't look like they were related by blood.

"Damn it! Get out of here!"

After hearing what Finkel said, no matter how well-mannered Yuan Zhisheng was, he couldn't help but get furious and showed no mercy. He was already full of anger today and had no place to vent it, so now he took it out on Finkel!

Tongziqie slashed Finkel's arm again, causing sparks. At the same time, he drew another sword from his waist and stabbed it hard at Finkel's right kidney, which prevented him from defending.

"Hey, don't stab me randomly, this thing of mine is still useful."

Feeling the sharp breath, Finkel's face changed and he dared not be arrogant anymore. Although he was confident that he could defend against Yuan Zhisheng's knife, he was better to be safe than sorry. No man would joke about his lifelong happiness. He exerted force with his bronze arm and with the help of the power of the Tongziqi in Yuan Zhisheng's hand, Finkel's body quickly stepped back, avoiding the stab of the Spider Cut and punched the Tongziqi that Yuan Zhisheng chopped again. The huge force was transmitted from the knife to Yuan Zhisheng's tiger's mouth. The latter's face changed slightly and he quickly stepped back a few steps before he unloaded the huge force.

Yuan Zhisheng paused his attack and looked at Finkel with a serious look.

"Who are you? With such strength, you are definitely not an unknown person."

Yuan Zhisheng's words were full of confidence. He was very clear about his own strength. He was proficient in several kinds of Japanese kendo and had two sharp weapons in his hands. Even if he did not use the words, he was confident that he could kill an ordinary fourth-generation species. However, when facing Finkel, who was unarmed and even a half-blood, he was repeatedly defeated, which made it a little difficult for him to accept.

"Since you asked this sincerely, I will mercifully tell you that in order to protect the world from destruction and to maintain social harmony and stability, I, the guardian of the dark side of the world, the Flame Dragon Slayer, will take the lead!"

As if some mechanism was triggered, Finkel's face immediately became serious when he heard Yuan Zhisheng's question. He tilted his head up to look at the sky at a 45-degree angle, covered half of his face with one hand, and blurted out the words he had prepared long ago, just like telling a crosstalk, which stunned the people around him.

"The Flame Dragon Slayer? Although I have never heard of you, I will remember you. You are very powerful, but I will not hold back anymore!"

As he spoke, a gleam of light flashed in Yuan Zhisheng's eyes. Because they were on the street, he couldn't ignite his golden eyes, and his words were not suitable for release. Then he could only rely on his swordsmanship.

He slowly squatted down, put the Spider Cut and the Boy Cut back into the scabbard, and made the starting posture of the sword-drawing slash. The difference from the ordinary sword-drawing slash was that he held two swords at the same time, as if he was going to use the sword-drawing slash twice at the same time.

"Did this guy really believe it?"

Finkel looked at Gen Chisheng, who was squatting like a crab, with disbelief in his eyes. He didn't expect that someone would actually believe such an outrageous statement, and the person opposite was the director of the Japanese branch of the executive department. But when he thought that this was Japan, everything seemed to make sense. This is the world-famous two-dimensional paradise. Gen Chisheng lived here, so he would more or less have some middle school genes.

"Are you ready? This move of mine is very powerful, just bear with it!"

Yuan Zhisheng raised the corners of his mouth and revealed a smile. This feeling of fighting to the fullest made him feel very comfortable. He had not fought seriously for a long time since he became the director of this damn branch. Although his dream was to sell sunscreen on a nude beach in France, his character destined him to be unable to ignore his responsibilities for his own selfish desires. Now, the battle with Finkel made him feel the blood flowing for the first time in a long time.

"Flying Sword Style, Double Battousai!"

Yuan Zhisheng roared and called out the name of his own move, then he exerted force with his legs and rushed towards Finkel like an arrow, with the swords in both hands constantly gathering power, as if they would inflict a devastating blow as soon as they were pulled out.

"Are you really that immature? Just like me!"

Looking at Yuan Zhisheng revealing the name of his moves, Finkel couldn't help but complain, but the corners of his mouth curled up, as if he had encountered something interesting, and his fists clenched tightly, and wisps of black flames slowly emerged.

"Hundred Style. Ghost Burning!"

Finkel also shouted and threw a powerful punch at Genjiro who had already rushed forward. The powerful fist made a loud sound and black flames were burning on the fist. It was actually somewhat similar to Iori Yagami's Demonic Fire in The King of Fighters.

Yuan Zhisheng's eyes were solemn. Although he felt a strong sense of threat from the black flames, he had no intention of retreating. A light flashed in his eyes and his hands moved slightly. Although there seemed to be no change, two deep marks were cut in the air, as if the space was cut open.

Just when the fist was about to touch the sword, a barrier emitting a faint light suddenly appeared between Finkel and Yuan Zhisheng. The two of them changed their expressions at the same time when they saw this sudden change, but it was too late to stop. They could only watch their attacks hit the barrier.

A strange scene happened. This thin barrier that looked like it would break with a poke was surprisingly tough, as if it had the power to absorb attacks. Until the two people's attack power was exhausted, no trace was left on the barrier.

"Don't make any noise, she's asleep."