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

"Aliens fill my fantasy of a vast world beyond human civilization. Because of aliens, human interstellar exploration has gained an important meaning. The universe is vast and mysterious, and because of aliens, we seem less lonely."

The two examiners, Ye Sheng and Jiude Aki, looked at each other in bewilderment.

Chapter 5: Above the Sword

In the afternoon, at the City Children's Palace, Musashi Kendo Hall.

"This guy isn't even wearing protective gear, and he's been practicing the same straight strike from start to finish for at least a thousand times. Where did this newbie come from? And no one's kicking him out?"

"Shut up! You're new here and don't know the rules. Don't use your ignorance to make arbitrary assumptions about that adult!"

"There are two special individuals in our Children's Palace Kendo Hall who are revered as 'Children's Palace Sword Saints', and that person is one of them! Both of these adults possess kendo skills that surpass the hall director!"

"Hiss! Didn't the director pass the 7th dan exam this year? How can they be stronger than the 7th dan director at their age?"

In a corner of the dojo, a young man wearing a white top and black bottom kendo uniform and thick white socks was swinging his sword at the air. There was a vast emptiness around him, and no one approached him.

If the boy's monotonous movements seem too boring to beginners who have not yet learned kendo, just drawing the sword and swinging the sword are simple movements that even children who have not yet graduated from elementary school can master through training.

Any veteran who'd spent some time at the kendo gym knew this was part of the boy's daily routine. More attentive swordsmen could see that even after swinging the bamboo sword thousands of times, his breathing remained steady and uninterrupted. Even more terrifying was the terrifying precision of the angle, frequency, and force of each swing, almost like a programmed machine.

Moreover, boys generally wear the same color top and bottom in kendo uniforms. White on top and black on the bottom is mostly the style of Iaido, Aikido or high-level players. If you don't have the corresponding high-level temperament, wearing different colors will only make you look very feminine.

But even with such clothes, there is no sense of incongruity or abruptness when worn on the boy. Instead, it fits his aura very well, as if the boy was born to dress like this.

"Mingfei, I heard you're going abroad too?" A middle-aged man, a protective mask in one hand and a bamboo sword in the other, approached the young man. He had a friendly smile and was about forty years old, his slender chin covered in iron-blue stubble.

"It should be just in the next few days, Director. By the way, will you be lonely after I'm gone?" Lu Mingfei joked with the middle-aged man while swinging his sword. Even though he was trying to do two things at once, his movements did not slow down at all.

After practicing thousands of times every day until he could control the sword as easily as with his own arm, it seemed as if the sword had long become a part of Lu Mingfei's body, and the movement of swinging the sword was as natural as breathing and blinking.

"You're not a virgin, why would I be lonely if you left?" the middle-aged man scolded with a smile, "Get out of here as soon as possible. You and Chu Zihang, you two have been staying at my kendo gym all these years. Do you know how people have been gossiping about me behind my back? People say that the students who come here are attracted by the reputation of those two sword masters at the Youth Palace. That old gym leader is old and has long been useless in name only! Isn't that infuriating?"

"Whose child is so ignorant! How can you say that you can eat whatever you want?" Lu Mingfei said angrily, "What do you mean the director is old and useless? You talk as if he was so powerful when he was young!"

"You kid!" The middle-aged man raised his bamboo sword as if to hit Lu Mingfei, but when he found that the latter was not scared at all, he put the bamboo sword away in disappointment.

"But it's true. Compared with you two, I was a loser when I was young. Who could have imagined that you only started practicing sword at the age of fifteen, and in just three years, you have already surpassed me, an old guy who has been studying sword for almost thirty years!" The middle-aged man sighed.

"Don't worry, Director, you're old. I'll be the first one to get angry with you. You've won the title of seventh dan at the age of over forty. If you're a little older, wouldn't it be easy for you to get the title of eighth dan or ninth dan? You are the one and only Centenary Sword Saint, Director!" Lu Mingfei was full of pride.

"You little brat, you're just cursing me out of all sorts!" The middle-aged man slapped Lu Mingfei on the head. "If it weren't for the rigid rules of Japanese kendo and the serious issue of seniority, wouldn't it be easy for you and Chu Zihang to get the 7th or 8th degree?"

"You must have been quite bored after Chu Zihang left. We had no contact after he completed one semester of elementary school courses with me. Yet, you dragged him to my place three years ago to practice swordplay with you. Every time we had a duel, my little temple was almost packed with onlookers! By the way, who won more between you two?" the middle-aged man asked curiously.

"Senior brother won more often. He almost always won during the first year or so of sword-learning. Later, I relied on luck to beat him a few times." Lu Mingfei said with a smile.

"That wasn't a fluke! There's no such thing as luck in a kendo duel. It all depends on solid, steady strength and the ability to react quickly!" the middle-aged man said. "Actually, I'm also curious about your current strength. Before you leave, are you interested in sparring with this old man like me?"

"Your students are all here, Director. Aren't you afraid of not being able to hold your head up in front of them in the future?" Lu Mingfei stopped swinging his sword and asked in a low voice while pointing at the passionate kendo teenagers dressed in black who were looking at this side from afar in the distance.

"Losing to our Sword Master from the Children's Palace is not shameful!" The man laughed heartily. "Besides, you've forgotten that I brought you up too. The higher your skills, the better I've taught you, and as a teacher, the more pleased I am!"

"You're hoping more people will sign up for your kendo class." Lu Mingfei smiled and exposed the man's true thoughts.

He swung his sword one last time, and the air crackled like bamboo shoots. The boy sheathed his sword and followed the man onto the spotless solid wood floor, walking to the center of the venue.

"Still not wearing protective gear, Mingfei?" the man asked softly.

"Director, you know, I didn't pick up the sword because I yearned for Japanese kendo. On the contrary, I'm disgusted by the rigor and formality of Japanese kendo." Lu Mingfei said solemnly, shaking his head, "That thin mask can't stop the enemy's murderous intent in a life-or-death situation, nor can it protect those who are important to me."

The onlookers cheered loudly for the title of "Sword Master of the Children's Palace" and raised their arms and cheered loudly for the boy's unorthodox yet generous speech.

Only the middle-aged man heard the sharpness in Lu Mingfei's tone.

Both sides in the field bowed 90 degrees. Even though the middle-aged man's eyes were as deep as the sea under his protective gear, he still couldn't see through the young man standing opposite him who was only 18 years old and in his prime.

Ming Fei, will you face such a dangerous situation in the future? Sword of Death, what kind of vengeance is buried in your young heart? If so, as your guide in the way of the sword, I am willing to be your first stepping stone!

The sword tips intersected, and although it was only two bamboo swords facing each other, people seemed to smell the bloody storm coming towards them.

The middle-aged man's eyes scanned up and down, searching like a radar and trying to catch the flaw that would decide the outcome.

But Lu Mingfei, who was confronting him, did not reveal the slightest flaw. He stood tall and motionless, yet majestic, like a lion.

Chapter 6: Demonstration Flow, Slashing with the Robe

"Ha!" the middle-aged man shouted, and the bamboo sword in his hand was like a rainbow across the sky. The sound of the sword breaking through the air fell towards Lu Mingfei's head with the momentum of an impending storm.

Show the flow, cut off the robe!

The characteristic of the Shixian-ryu is its emphasis on the large kasaya slash from above, hoping to kill the enemy with the first blow. Another characteristic of the Shixian-ryu is the loud roar it makes when attacking, which aims to seize the initiative in momentum to intimidate the enemy and pave the way for a fatal blow.

At the end of the shogunate, the Meiji Restorationists of Satsuma Domain defeated many swordsmen of other schools with just this one move. Although this move was so simple that it only consisted of a straight slash, it was also a sword light accumulated through years of sharpening.

Ever since the middle-aged man came into contact with the Shixian Flow, he has always strictly adhered to the Shixian Flow's rule of "strike three thousand times in the morning and three thousand times in the evening", day and night for years, without fail, so this is also his trump card.

Just like how almost no one could withstand Cheng Yaojin's three axes, few could survive the middle-aged man's initial attack. Even high-level swordsmen at the sixth level would often only be in a trance caused by the middle-aged man's sudden shout before their helmets shook and the dust settled.

However, facing Lu Mingfei, the middle-aged man had no choice but to use his ultimate move.

Because the longer he faced Lu Mingfei, the more nervous he became. This eighteen-year-old boy, who had only practiced swordplay for three years, gave him the impression of being as calm, composed, and flawless as a seasoned swordsman who had gone through countless trials and tribulations?!

The middle-aged man knew that if he continued to delay, his disadvantage would only grow. This was because Lu Mingfei remained as steady as a rock, while his momentum was being gradually eroded by the other party.

In a kendo duel, momentum is the most important thing. If as time goes by, his momentum has been completely consumed and firmly suppressed by the opponent, then this duel will collapse on its own and it will be meaningless!

A rainbow passed over his head, and the bamboo sword wrapped in nylon rope came towards him with a whistling sound. Lu Mingfei responded to this earth-shattering blow with just the simplest upward thrust, without any charge, shouting, or the ferocious appearance of bulging veins.

Just by raising his hand and picking it up, Lu Mingfei easily deflected the middle-aged man's seemingly unstoppable attack. Chuihong was picked up again and returned to the sky, hanging high in the sky and unable to fall.

Lu Mingfei responded to the middle-aged man with the same Kasaya Slash move - the "Lion Manifestation" in the Satsuma Manifestation Style.

Unlike the middle-aged man who was close to the realm of Yun Yao, Lu Mingfei's cassock slash had already produced a real Yun Yao effect - the downward chopping movement was clean and neat, and the speed was so fast that it was difficult to capture with the naked eye, just like lightning flashing through the clouds during thunder and rain!

The bamboo sword fell straight down, and the middle-aged man was stunned. For a moment, he really felt that he was facing a lion holding a sword and falling from the sky!

He didn't even have time to draw his sword back to block. Even though this was just a normal sparring match, using a standard training bamboo sword, he could clearly smell the scent of death from Lu Mingfei's slash. With a wealth of experience in swordsmanship, he stumbled back half a step, his heart pounding at the brink of death.

boom!

After the lightning and thunder, the bamboo sword struck the middle-aged man's mask, making a crisp sound. However, the expected breaking of the sword and deformation of the mask did not occur. The force of the blow was surprisingly light.

When the winner was announced, thunderous cheers and applause came from the sidelines.

The children shouted the title of "Sword Master of the Children's Palace" at the top of their lungs, worshipping the idol who had just ended the battle with a thundering blow in front of them; and the older kendo enthusiasts had already recorded the video with satisfaction, waiting to go back and study this exciting duel in detail.

Only the middle-aged man knew that if it was a real knife with a sharp blade and he happened to be the imaginary enemy in the young man's mind, the sharp and cold sword light would definitely penetrate the mask as thin as brittle paper in an instant and split his big head and entire body into two!

"Excuse me, Director." Lu Mingfei put away his bamboo sword, saluted first, and then put on his usual playful expression.

"You kid..." Unlike Lu Mingfei's composure, the middle-aged man was still immersed in the shadow of death in the last second, and the next second, the guy who seemed to want to fight you to the death and chop you in half with a knife looked at you with a smirk on his face, like a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water.

"You kid, I don't remember teaching you the swordsmanship of the Shixian style!" The middle-aged man grabbed Lu Mingfei's neck and said fiercely, "Tell the truth. When did you secretly learn the Shixian style and even mastered it into Yunyao!"

You have to know that even though he has been immersed in the manifestation flow for ten years, he has only just touched the threshold of Yun Yao, and this can definitely be called a gifted talent among all the swordsmen!

How old was Lu Mingfei? How many years had he been practicing swordsmanship? Was this kid really human? No wonder Lu Mingfei kept saying to him, "The gap between people is greater than the gap between people and pigs." Now it seemed like such a wise saying!

"Let go, Director! You're about to be strangled to death!" Lu Mingfei slapped the middle-aged man's powerful arm and begged for mercy. "Please don't make me sound like some sword thief! Didn't I pay your tuition? Besides, if I want to steal, I'll go to my senior brother, not you!"

"You little bastard, how dare you say that! You've paid me one semester's tuition and stayed here for three years. I've even provided you with a bed, but you've treated my temple like your own and you want to eat, drink, defecate and urinate here!" The man cursed.

"That means your dojo makes people feel at home!" Lu Mingfei shouted.

"You're the only one who can talk!" The middle-aged man finally let go of Lu Mingfei's dog head.

But the next moment, Lu Mingfei received a heavy blow on the back of his head. He hugged the dog's head and wailed in pain, completely lacking the masterful temperament he had when fighting the middle-aged man. "I was praising you, Director. Not only did you repay kindness with hatred, but you also destroyed my brilliant and powerful brain!"

"I didn't hit you." The middle-aged man spread his hands to prove his innocence.

"I hit him!" A voice mixed with anger and a hint of playfulness came from behind. Lu Mingfei and the middle-aged man turned around suddenly.

Standing behind them was a tall, bright figure with red hair tied into a high ponytail at the back of her head. She wore a light yellow vest with a sky blue button-down T-shirt over it, and tight jeans wrapped around her long legs. Because the dojo had a rule that shoes were not allowed inside, the girl looked very cute with her bare feet.

"Lu Mingfei!" The radiant girl looked at Lu Mingfei with a look of gnashing teeth. It looked like she had been robbed of her money or her body, like a resentful woman who came to collect a debt.

"Nono?" Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment and called out tentatively.

"What the hell!" This time it was the girl's turn to be confused.

Chapter 7: Fighting Nono

"How do you know me?" The girl looked as if she had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

"Didn't you call out my name right away?" Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes and thought that it was no wonder that the ignorant him would fall in love with Nuonuo so hard, because the girl in front of him was indeed incredibly beautiful. Her eyebrows wrinkled in surprise were very quirky, and her whole person was like a finely carved ruby.

But Lu Mingfei is no longer the foolish monkey who hides in a small cave in a daze and waits for someone to take him away. After three years of chopping the air in the kendo hall, Lu Mingfei's heart has long been as cold as a knife. Although the girl in front of him is beautiful, she is not enough to shake his rock-hard "Xiang Hui's heart"!

"I can call out your name because you are my target!" Nuonuo put his hands on his hips and raised his eyebrows.

"what?"

"What I mean is that you are our school's target this time!" Nuonuo realized the ambiguity in his words and quickly changed the subject, "Tell me, I've sent you so many friend requests, why haven't you accepted them?"

Nuonuo looked at Lu Mingfei with gritted teeth. She had gotten Lu Mingfei's contact information on the train departing from Kassel College. During that time, she had sent him no less than twenty friend requests, but all of them fell into the sea without a single reply. She didn't even have a way to tease this prospective freshman!

"Because my aunt said that there are too many scammers in society nowadays, and asked me not to add strangers' contact information casually." Lu Mingfei looked innocent.

In fact, he had long known that the person with the big-faced cat avatar who kept sending him friend requests to harass him was Nono, but he really didn't want to pay attention to the other person. Mainly because he didn't know what to talk to the other person even if he added him.

Could it be about how amazing her boyfriend Caesar's pecs were? Or how popular Chu Zihang was at Kassel Academy? Lu Mingfei knew all about these, so he and Nuonuo had nothing much to talk about.

"When I sent you a friend request for the second to last time, didn't I leave you a note saying that I'm not a bad person and asked you to add me quickly?" Nono was angry.

"How refreshing! How can a bad guy call himself a bad guy? Do you think I'm a fool or are you a fool yourself?" Lu Mingfei looked at Nuo Nuo with an expression as if he was looking at a fool.

"You..." Nuonuo widened his eyes, feeling as if he had punched cotton with all his strength.

This was the first time in her life that she felt a deep sense of powerlessness when facing a boy. It was the first time that the little witch was defeated. This guy named Lu Mingfei was obviously talking nonsense with a serious face, but she didn't know how to refute him for a moment.

"Besides, there are more than a dozen people participating in the interview. Why are you so concerned about me?" Lu Mingfei asked.

Nuonuo was speechless for a moment. She couldn't possibly tell Lu Mingfei directly, "Yes, that's right, you are the one chosen by our college," right? But fortunately, she reacted very quickly. 0.1 seconds was enough for her to come up with a coherent excuse.

"Because Chu Zihang, he and I are classmates now. I heard him say that you two are very familiar with each other?" Nuo made up a lie without any guilt.

"Yes, I am familiar with him. Usually, my senior brother would accompany me to practice sword, and I would also pull him aside to chat when I have nothing to do." Lu Mingfei nodded on the surface, but sneered in his heart, you and your senior brother are not in the same camp, Chu Zihang is a person who can't be beaten with eight sticks, so why would he tell you whether he was familiar with someone in high school?

Do you think you are Xia Mi?

"That's right. No wonder your style of manifestation is exactly the same as Chu Zihang's. With such strength, you can probably get the position of vice president in the Lionheart Club." Nono muttered.

"Lionheart Society." Lu Mingfei repeated the familiar name.

He knew that it was the oldest student organization in Kassel College, symbolizing a group of people who could release the lion's heart, and Chu Zihang was the lion king of the lion group at this time.

Nuonuo mistakenly thought Lu Mingfei didn't understand the meaning of the Lionheart Society, so she took the initiative to explain: "It's a group of middle school students with a second-year syndrome in the academy. Have you seen Jackie Chan Adventures? They're similar to the Black Shadow Corps in that movie."

This is Nono's personality. She often watches anime that only boys like and plays games that only boys are good at, to prove that as a girl, she is actually no worse than all the boys in the world combined.

More importantly, it was because she liked Xiaoyu in "Jackie Chan Adventures", who was like a brainless little madman and was very similar to her.

Well, and the Shadow Corps and the Lionheart Society both like to wear black clothes, are tireless and powerful. Most importantly, in Nono's opinion, they are really childish!

Lu Mingfei gave an awkward yet polite smile, and in his heart he was madly complaining, "How dare you call your seniors immature? Isn't the most immature person in Kassel Academy your boyfriend who always wears a suit with the collar open to his belly and wants to tell the whole world how perfect his chest muscles are?"

"It seems that you are very comfortable calling Chu Zihang Senior Brother, why don't you call me Senior Sister?" Nuonuo raised his eyebrows.

"No." Lu Mingfei refused very decisively, thinking that the bad woman Chen Motong had finally revealed her true colors.

"Why can Chu Zihang do it but I can't?" Nuo Nuo asked with her beautiful eyebrows furrowed.

"Because Chu Zihang is indeed my senior brother on the path of swordsmanship. We also have the same teacher, so it's normal to call each other brothers." Lu Mingfei pointed at the middle-aged man who had been watching the show for a long time, "But we are not familiar with each other, unless you become my disciple now, but then you can only be considered my junior sister, not my senior sister."

"But at Kassel College, I am indeed a year older than you!" Nono raised his head like a proud swan.

"The interview results haven't come out yet, and there's not even a glimpse of the outcome. Besides, even if I join Kassel Academy, I'll at most call you Senior Sister, not Senior Sister. Whether I call you that or not depends on my mood."

"The titles of senior brother and senior sister are reserved for close people. We are not familiar with each other. You'd better not have the idea of ​​asking me to be your little brother. You are not a primary school student anymore. It is really embarrassing to have such a big sister and little brother relationship..." Lu Mingfei crossed his arms, said a lot, and then spat out two words coldly.

"childish!"

It was as if he was hit by a heavy punch in the heart. Nuonuo felt dizzy and staggered two steps, holding his chest.

From childhood to adulthood, countless boys have pursued her, fawned over her, and even cried and begged to be her little brother. This is the only time she was rejected by a boy, and she was even ridiculed as childish?!

"You're so cruel, Lu Mingfei!" Nuonuo gritted her teeth and gave Lu Mingfei a look that said, "The mountains and rivers remain unchanged, and we at Kassel Academy will just have to wait and see." Then she left with her high ponytail swinging.

"You little brat, your girlfriend?" After the red-haired girl left, the middle-aged man thought he had figured out something and came forward to ask.

"I have a boyfriend, a tall, rich and handsome Italian guy." Lu Mingfei shook his head.