Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before slaying the dragon

From the beginning to the end, only his few old friends could understand Ange's inner loneliness. Ange never expected anyone's understanding, because the wrath of the avenger who returned from hell would burn everyone who approached him!

"Principal, I've actually wanted to do this for a long time."

The gentle call pulled Ange back to reality from the distant memories. When he came to his senses, the boy had already leaned over.

Ange never thought that one day he would fall into the arms of such a young boy, so much so that his hands were frozen in mid-air, not knowing where to put them, and his old eyelids could not help but tremble slightly.

"Principal, I cried all night when I couldn't sleep. Crying isn't just for the weak. You should cry when you're sad. At least you can let it out. Constantly suppressing yourself will only make you sick."

"One can make many friends in one's life. For example, I met Senior Brother Chu Zihang at Shilan Middle School, and here I met Senior Brother Finger. Professor Guderian is actually also my friend. We are close friends regardless of age."

"If the principal is in need of friends, I can be your friend."

After saying that, Lu Mingfei let go of Ange and left.

Ange stood there in a daze, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

After the sterling silver pendulum struck once, Ange looked at the blood-red folding knife hidden in his sleeve.

The old man laughed at himself, and he bent over with laughter, even though he was always standing straight.

He climbed up the stairs step by step to the second floor, and without hesitation poured precious red wine all over his favorite Huanghuali tea table. The red alcohol flowed like blood.

He struck a match and tossed it gently. The match drew a graceful arc and fell into the red wine, and the flame rose like a snake.

Then the entire tea table began to burn, and this precious tea table disappeared without a trace along with the last answer sheet of Lu Mingfei's "3E" test.

"Thank you, little one, but... no one can redeem me."

Next to the blazing fire, Ange sat on a chair, the firelight and shadows swaying on his old face. He raised his glass in the direction where Lu Mingfei left.

Chapter 41 Picture

"What took you so long? Isn't the '3E' exam only two hours long? Did you take a nap in the principal's office?"

As soon as he opened the dormitory door, Lu Mingfei saw Feng Ge sitting at the table with a frown on his face and complaining to him.

"You know what, I actually slept in the principal's office." Lu Mingfei scratched his head.

"Huh? You didn't fall asleep during the whole exam, did you? Did you answer the questions? How many papers did you answer?" Finkel jumped up, his face quickly filled with tension and worry.

This matter cannot allow Finkel to be nervous!

It doesn’t matter to him if Lu Mingfei fails the “3E” exam and is expelled from school, but the several thousand US dollars he has added to help Lu Mingfei pass the exam is very important!

If this guy treated the principal's office as a motel and slept through the entire exam without answering a single question, the principal would probably get so angry that he would give Lu Mingfei a zero. Then Norma's words to protect Lu Mingfei would be useless!

Finger had bet his wife's money and was counting on this kid to make a comeback. If he lost everything, he would probably want to drag Lu Mingfei and jump off the rooftop of the boys' dormitory to die together!

"Hmm...it seems like eight. That's what the principal told me. All eight blank sheets seem to be filled up."

"Eight? Eight! Wuhu, Wuhu! Take off, take off!" Finkel was so excited that he leaned on the steel pillar supporting the bed and started pole dancing. His charming dance moves combined with his strong physique were quite eye-catching.

"Stop it, senior brother. I don't want to wake up with stye tomorrow." Lu Mingfei held his forehead and sighed, unable to bear to watch.

"My dear junior brother, do you know what the fact that you wrote eight papers means? As long as you didn't just scribble, but truly resonated with the thoughts, then based on the level of your ability to fill out all eight papers, you're almost certain to pass!"

"The last person who filled out the eight test papers seriously was the previous 'S'-level person forty years ago. He had the potential to become an unparalleled dragon-slaying master, but unfortunately he later committed suicide by swallowing a gun. Alas, the most dazzling stars are always fleeting, and few 'S'-level geniuses have a good ending..." Finkel sighed.

"...I always feel like you're hinting at someone..."

"But since you have achieved your ideal, let's start celebrating!" Finkel pointed to the table covered with a silver tablecloth.

This was what Finger had promised Lu Mingfei before he left that morning: "As long as you get good results on the '3E' exam, I'll pay for you to have a nice dinner out of my own pocket. Authentic German cuisine!"

The silver tablecloth was made of very high-quality material, and the surface of the cloth reflected dazzling light. Through the high bulges of the tablecloth, Lu Mingfei touched his shriveled stomach, as if he had already seen the exquisite and generous dishes under the high-quality tablecloth!

Finger acted like a waiter, smiling as he suddenly shook out the high-end tablecloth, his mouth accompaniment by rhythmic music, "Thump, thump, thump...thump!"

"Wow, so domineering... pork knuckle?"

"Pork knuckle!"

"Sauerkraut?"

"Mmmmm, and mashed potatoes!"

"Damn it, I should have thought of it earlier!" Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes and his appetite suddenly decreased when he saw the extremely familiar food under the high-end tablecloth.

I must be out of my mind to imagine that this guy Fingel can really prepare some high-standard meal for me. This standard cafeteria three-piece set is already the limit for this guy!

"Eat, brother. I bought two portions specially. Isn't that generous? This way we don't have to fight over a piece of food, so as not to affect the relationship between us brothers!" Finkel took the lead in picking up a crispy roasted pork elbow, put it across his mouth, and said vaguely.

In fact, it was mainly to promote the relationship between students during the start of the school season, and the cafeteria had a buy-one-get-one-free promotion. Finkel originally went there hoping to get one at half price, but was rejected by the cafeteria lady.

"Well, that's generous. From now on, if anyone calls you a mule or a loser, I will get angry with them. Brother, you should be a Pixiu!" Lu Mingfei scooped up a spoonful of mashed potatoes.

"What is a Pixiu?" After finishing his pork elbow, Finkel calmly reached out to Lu Mingfei's portion, but was slapped away by Lu Mingfei.

"It's a mythical beast in our place. Don't worry, it's not an insult." Lu Mingfei quickly finished the mashed potatoes and started eating the pork elbow.

"Hey, thank you for the compliment," Finkel said, taking it at face value. "But, Junior Brother, after your '3E' exam, didn't you notice any difference in yourself? Did you feel a sense of clarity and a renewed sense of self?"

"Brother, I'm going to the principal's office to take an exam, not to the bathhouse for a scrub. Besides, I'm from the south, and southerners generally don't scrub their bodies."

"That's strange. When you were taking the exam, didn't you have the urge to sing along with the dragon text in the music? Didn't you awaken your own spirit of words?" Finkel asked, scratching the back of his head.

"Do I have to have the urge to sing a song now that I have awakened the spirit of words?" Lu Mingfei asked back.

"Of course there must be, because hybrids need to chant before releasing the Word Spirit. This is common sense. The Word Spirit, as the name suggests, is the power hidden in words!" Finkel explained.

"Generally speaking, the higher the bloodline of a hybrid, the faster they chant. But no matter how fast, the chanting process is still necessary, unless they are Dragon Kings. But that is their innate power. We are actually just fire thieves who borrow their power."

“Oh, I understand.” Lu Mingfei nodded and engraved the sentence “Hybrids need to chant to release their spirit words” deeply in his mind.

"Then, junior brother, what did you see in your spiritual vision?" Finkel took out a pen and paper, looking extremely curious.

"Brother, are you here to check the household registration?" Lu Mingfei glanced at Finkel who kept asking questions.

"Don't forget, I'm the head of the Information Department. I have to have some professional ethics, right?" Finkel took out the recorder in his pocket and the camera hidden behind him. "This is an exclusive headline about the 'S' level. Thousands of eyes in the academy are watching it eagerly. Can't I give you a chance to expose the news from a close distance? You're so generous, you even treated me to a German meal..."

"Okay, okay." Lu Mingfei waved his hand, interrupting Finkel's chatter. "In my spiritual vision... I saw myself sitting on a chair."

"A chair?" Finkel was stunned, and the pen in his hand circled hesitantly in the air, not knowing where to start.

"Yes, it's a chair." Lu Mingfei nodded heavily, then he wiped his mouth, stood up, picked up the Guanshi Zhengzong in the corner and prepared to go out, "Thank you for the hospitality, brother. I'm done eating and going out to practice sword for a while."

The autumn afternoon sun was not hot, and the overflowing warm sunlight flowed on Lu Mingfei. Finkel's question brought back his memories.

After falling into the abyss with Lu Mingze, Lu Mingfei fell into a second clairvoyance. Even now, when he thinks of that scene, he still feels a deep sense of unreality.

In the doomsday when the sky was dyed red with blood, a throne built of dragon bones rose from the ground, blocking out the sky and the sun. Lu Mingfei sat on it, as cold and arrogant as a lonely god.

I sincerely thank every reader for reading this, and please continue to read it. I really want to write a good work, and your support is my greatest motivation!

Chapter 42 Senior Brother

The kendo field of Kassel Academy is a large gym that can accommodate hundreds of people at the same time.

The dark brown solid wood floor has been wiped clean and is mirror-clean; scrolls with different fonts and contents are hung on the walls, and each scroll carries a secret of swordsmanship that has been passed down to this day; the display cabinets in the corners are filled with rare and famous swords... This place is like a small kendo museum!

This was the heritage of Kassel Academy, something that was incomparable to the kendo hall at the Children's Palace! The air seemed to be filled with light and shadow, and the atmosphere of kendo here was so strong that it almost made Lu Mingfei's blood boil!

However, what surprised Lu Mingfei was that before he even entered the door, he had already heard a shrill scream in the gym. Lu Mingfei could clearly hear that it was the sound of a sharp blade cutting through the air at high speed.

But it's only the school enrollment season and the school hasn't officially started yet. Is there really any student besides me who is so diligent as to run to the kendo hall alone during the holidays to chop air?

"Before entering, I was wondering who is so diligent in kendo. It turns out to be you, senior brother." Pulling open the door of the inner hall, Lu Mingfei saw the figure in the field wearing a full black kendo uniform and sweating profusely.

"Are you here?" Chu Zihang did not stop swinging his sword, but turned his back to Lu Mingfei and greeted him softly. He looked so natural, as if he had known that he would meet Lu Mingfei here.

No one knows a brother better than his own brother. This principle also applies to fellow disciples in the field of kendo.

Chu Zihang had indeed anticipated Lu Mingfei's arrival long beforehand, and he was certain he would come! Chu Zihang could be considered Lu Mingfei's half-mentor in the way of the sword. He deeply understood that the latter's perseverance and persistence in this regard were no less than his own, perhaps even more so.

What Chu Zihang wanted to cut off was regret and remorse, and the unbearable cowardice in his memory. In the direction of his blade stood a majestic god. That was why he chopped day and night, one blow after another, until he cut his own thorns into a smooth path!

Then Lu Mingfei must have something he wants to swing his knife for, and his scabbard must be filled with stubborn thoughts and visions.

Just as Principal Ange said, there is always a road ahead for young people. If there is a mountain blocking the way, they will cut it down. If there is water blocking the way, they will draw their swords to cut the water. Even if it means they are broken and bleeding, they will still break down the wall in front of them. You can say that they are stubborn, but no one can erase the lion in their hearts!

"Brother, your movements have become more standard. It must have become muscle memory."

Looking at Chu Zihang's movements which were always precisely on the same horizontal line, Lu Mingfei could feel the thick murderous intent hidden in the former's sword.

"You were already able to do this before I left."

Chu Zihang swung his sword five thousand times in a row and finally chose to stop and rest for a while. He walked towards Lu Mingfei, who handed him a glass of water, which Chu Zihang drank in one gulp.

"Brother, I actually put my sword aside for a long time because I was very confused. I wasn't sure where the sword path would end, and whether my lifelong wish lay there."

"I suddenly realized that practicing the wrong way a hundred times is not as good as swinging the sword once in the right way, so I spent a long time thinking about my sword." Lu Mingfei looked at Chu Zihang's profile and said seriously.

The entire gym fell into silence for a long time.

"I don't know if the path I'm taking is right, but..." After a moment of silence, Chu Zihang spoke first, but was interrupted before he could finish his words.

"Brother," Lu Mingfei interrupted softly, "I've thought it through. Do you want to hear my answer?"

Chu Zihang looked into Lu Mingfei's deep and dark eyes and nodded subconsciously.

"In fact, every day we live is a farewell to our yesterday selves, just like every additional sword strike we make is to cover up the shortcomings of the previous one and make our sword more perfect, right?"

Chu Zihang nodded in agreement.

"But where in the world is there a perfect sword? Just like how can anyone live a flawless life?"

"There are sorrows in every mountain, and freedom is neither with wind nor without."

"So my answer is, screw the road, screw the regrets. When you pick up the knife, you should think about how to chop the most comfortably with the current stroke and how to chop the next one most smoothly, instead of constantly dwelling on what went wrong with the previous stroke and why the previous stroke was not standard..."

"People are born for the future, not for the past, Brother! If you only think about making up for yesterday's regrets every day, when you look back, your entire life will be filled with nothing but regrets!"

Chu Zihang lowered his eyes and remained silent, his memories lingering in that cold rainy night.

After Lu Mingfei finished speaking, he stood up, put Guanze Zhengzong in the corner, picked up two bamboo swords on the kendo stand, threw one to Chu Zihang, and held the other in his own hand.

"Brother, come and fight!"

After a moment of hesitation, Chu Zihang looked at Lu Mingfei deeply. Then he let out a long breath as if he had figured something out, stood up, bent down and picked up the bamboo sword.

"Thank you." Chu Zihang moved on the solid wooden floor and said softly.

"You're welcome, brother. Let's talk with our swords!" Lu Mingfei said loudly.

The two young men each held a bamboo wooden sword wrapped in nylon rope, stood in the north and south, saluted each other briefly, and then started fighting!

There is no such thing as courtesy in battle, even for fellow kendo practitioners.

So Chu Zihang moved. His movement was very sudden, no, it should be said that it was even a little abrupt. Generally speaking, the duel between swordsmen would be based on a wedge, such as one side revealing a flaw, or the two looking at each other to wear down the other's momentum. Whoever's momentum declines first will most likely be the one to have his head chopped off and die in the next moment!

But Chu Zihang did not wait. He just saluted and started to move without thinking. It was pure initiative. Chu Zihang's action was unexpected but reasonable.

His well-proportioned body burst out with explosive power that was completely disproportionate to his body. He pounced on Lu Mingfei like a fully grown lion. At this moment, the wooden sword seemed to have turned into the lion's sharpest claws. The desire and surging desire to fight were hidden at the tip of the blade, waiting for the opponent to be unable to withstand his attack.

"Well done!"

Lu Mingfei shouted loudly, and his muscles, which were comparable to Chu Zihang's, tensed up almost instantly. The blood in his body boiled wildly, and the fighting spirit gushed out almost tangibly!

boom!

With a loud crisp sound, the two bamboo swords bent at an exaggerated angle. The tough blades had been deformed almost to the extreme due to the collision of the two huge forces. It seemed that if they moved forward a little more, one of the bamboo swords would break in half.

But neither Lu Mingfei nor Chu Zihang would retreat even a little. For these two proud brothers, in a sword fight based on strength, retreat and defeat made no difference. Their swordsmanship was based on the same and pure philosophy.

Attack and advance, advance straight ahead; move forward courageously, and the defeated will be speechless!

Chapter 43 I Have a Monster Friend

The setting sun slowly sinks like a full round disc, as if instructed by the night to luxuriously cast its fiery red glow before fading out of sight in the sky.

Light shone through the folding windows into the kendo hall. Two young men lay side by side on the clean floor, their sweat turning into mist that evaporated in the light and shadow.

Four broken bamboo swords were scattered in the corner. The nylon ropes that were originally wrapped around them had completely broken. The few sections of high-quality bamboo exposed at the broken ends of the bamboo swords were broken like flowers, with burrs showing.

"Brother, I haven't been this crazy for a long time since you left... How long did we fight? About an hour?" Lu Mingfei asked while panting, the hot air from his mouth emitting wisps of white smoke in the slightly cool air.

"It should be more than that." Chu Zihang turned his head and glanced at the sun that was about to set. His usually cold face turned a little red due to the long-term intense exercise.

"How do we calculate this time? A draw?" Lu Mingfei asked as he propped himself up.

"It's really hard to tell who's the winner with a bamboo sword, so when Caesar and I fight, we usually use real swords and chop at each other's heads." Chu Zihang spoke the most violent words in the calmest tone, as if he was talking about children hitting each other's heads with an inflatable hammer as easily as possible.