Chapter 238 Greedy Peeping

This is Wu!

Caesar clenched his fists unconsciously, and his bright golden pupils were firmly locked on the center of the battlefield. Lu Mingfei's movements were too fast and dense, and even his dynamic vision could not keep up. This is exactly what a warrior should do to cultivate a god. One of the reasons is that once the battle reaches the inhuman level, or even the peak of physical training, it is impossible to see the fight clearly just relying on physical fitness. It must be assisted by the spiritual thoughts of the warriors from the Yangshen. Especially later, with the cultivation level The more profound, the greater the proportion of the warrior's spiritual thoughts.

Therefore, the battle situation presented in Caesar's eyes is just a shot of a movie scene. The bronze masked master is fighting among the dragons in a free and easy way. The dragons are either flying upside down or flying into the dust sea. So far, the situation is actually one-sided. .

That's a dragon.

A real, pure-blooded dragon!

Caesar unconsciously recalled his first martial arts elective course not long ago, where the master on the podium introduced his martial arts like this.

"For the Dragon King, Waigang will do."

This is a path that is completely different from the dragon bloodline system.

If we compare the two, martial arts is equivalent to dragon blood, and Waigang warriors correspond to the four great monarchs.

To be honest, when he first heard the news, even with Lu Mingfei's jewels in front of him, Caesar was a little suspicious.

Indeed, Master Lu was very strong and defeated him and Chu Zihang head-on. According to his classification, it was just body training, but Wai Gang? How can you determine its true power without seeing it with your own eyes?

The legend of the four monarchs is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. It is the imprint engraved in the bloodline of every mixed race. It is the worship of the supreme gods by mortals. Even if there is no classics and no study, once the mixed race experiences awakening and experiences spiritual vision, they can Sincerely understand the greatness of the four monarchs.

But Waigang, to be honest, is just the words of a boy who has just grown up. Unlike the huge presence of the four monarchs, can you find another Waigang warrior in this world? No, so why should people believe that Wai Gang can rival the Dragon King?

It's different now.

Although Wai Gang never appeared, Lu Mingfei used his record to truly illustrate the power of martial arts. It is not nonsense to say that he can fight against pure-blooded dragons. Lu Mingfei is the best example.

An idea appeared uncontrollably in Caesar's mind and took root deeply.

If... if this is Wu.

So he thought.

He wants to practice martial arts!

Caesar's eyes widened, and he suddenly realized something. Since the road master is so strong, where is Chu Zihang?

Compared to himself, Chu Zihang had to follow Master Lu earlier, so he naturally spent more time practicing martial arts.

How far has that guy come?

Caesar never considered his talent to be inferior to anyone's.

Just in terms of hard work, even he had to admit that the ascetic monk Chu Zihang was simply a lunatic. After all, not just anyone could train himself to the point of fainting and losing consciousness.

A sense of urgency arose in my heart.

Caesar secretly thought that maybe it was time for him to increase his training.

He put aside his goal of challenging the road master for the time being. Before that, he couldn't let that guy Chu Zihang get to the front.

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Ange squinted his eyes and examined Lu Mingfei seriously, especially the boy's skin exposed outside his clothes. He observed it carefully, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the skin was no different from normal.

Surprisingly, there are no dragon scales.

The old man couldn't tell whether he was feeling happy or disappointed at the moment.

Of course there is more confusion.

In fact, when Lu Mingfei made the decision to help Shirley escape, Ange had some expectations. He guessed that this young man probably had a way to deal with the bronze vassal sleeping under Centralia. Considering that this child Ange could understand his identity, but in his imagination, Lu Mingfei's battle should not be like this.

Dragon scales, dragon horns, dragon claws, and the iconic vertical pupils of cold-blooded animals, none of these features that should appear on Lu Mingfei's body are missing.

Instead, the boy said in a way that Ange couldn't understand. Should he be called "technical" or some other name? By the way, in the child's words, it was "wu".

He is using the power of martial arts to fight the dragon.

Even slay the dragon with this.

The old man's mood was very complicated.

Ever since that midsummer in Kassel Manor, he had been living for revenge. The flame of hatred was so great that it was going to drag the entire dragon race into the grave. Angers was not targeting a certain dragon or a certain person. A specific existence, his target is the entire dragon clan, as long as he can kill them, he will not hesitate to make a deal with the devil.

But who would want to make a deal with the devil if they could?

Martial arts, martial arts, even a thousand martial arts, are far less impressive than a true dragon slaying by a warrior.

And Lu Mingfei is about to complete such a thing.

For the first time in nearly a century, Angers felt relaxed.

There has never been a time like now when the old man truly saw the dawn of dragon slaying. It was a future that could truly be reached. All he had to do was to entrust everything to him.

The old man looked at Lu Mingfei among the dragons with relief.

The ice that once existed in these eyes, the high wall of doubt and wariness, was slowly melting.

Speaking of which, if I want to practice martial arts, I don’t know if it’s too late at my age.

This thought came to the old man's mind, and a smile appeared on his lips.

But in the next second, the smile stiffened.

He's not Eri who doesn't understand anything.

Nor is it the confident and arrogant Caesar.

As long as a person lives long enough, the things he has seen will naturally accumulate in richness and depth.

Angers was one hundred and thirty years old.

If his life were written into a book, it would probably be as thick as an Oxford dictionary.

Therefore, Angers knows very well what will happen when a powerful technology appears in this world.

Never underestimate human greed.

A complete extraordinary path, from ordinary things to Wai Gang comparable to the Dragon King, and even a martial saint above Wai Gang, Kyushu Martial Arts. Once such news spreads, there will be no need to think about how many careerists will look at it. all know.

The world is not black and white. The heroes who work hard to kill the dragon may not necessarily get flowers and princesses in the end. They may also be the fear of the people and the cold sword of the lord. This kind of despicable guy Ange sees There are too many. Humans may be afraid of dragons, but when the target is replaced by a hero who kills the dragon, strangely, perhaps because the heroes are also human beings like them, the fear disappears and is replaced by the fear in the hands of the heroes. Greed for loot.

Angers squinted his eyes and quickly glanced around.

Obviously he saw nothing. As before, the audience could only see the host, but other than that, the audience was completely invisible to each other.

Some people may think that they are the only audience.

But Angers would never take such chances.

Those who have any luck cannot live to be one hundred and thirty years old on the battlefield of dragon slaying.

Angers firmly believed that there were others in the audience.

So, who else?

Is there anyone who also belongs to the Camarilla?

Or simply a teacher and student of Kassel?

But the mixed-race society is not just a hall of the Camarilla. Even in terms of the organization's background, the upstart Camarilla is not as good as the Supreme Council of Europe.

So, will there be anyone from the Supreme Council in the audience?

What about other hybrid organizations, such as the Sheqi Eight Family?

Are there still wild hybrids out there?

One possibility after another flashed through the old man's mind.

Finally settled here.

Angers thought seriously.

Could it be...there are them?

He recalled the dangerous hybrid case that occurred in Lu Mingfei's city a few months ago. The Thousand Faces who had mastered the technology of controlling Deadpool disguised himself as a down-and-out painter.

Cassell conducted an in-depth study of the other party's technology to control Deadpool. Obviously, this is not a technology that can be accomplished by a smart brain alone. The world has long passed the era where one person can tinker with creative theories. , breakthroughs in a certain field are often the result of joint research by a team.

According to the judgment of Cassel's research department, Qianmen's technology for controlling Deadpool is quite mature. It is obvious that there is a top research team behind him, and a research team cannot exist alone. Funding sources, logistical support, and by extension require Backed by a strong organization.

And this is not the first time such an organization has appeared.

With the intelligence capabilities of the secret party, how could it not be able to find any clues about it? In fact, it is amazing that this organization can hide in the darkness for so long and never surface.

Angers was pondering whether people from this unknown organization were also present, watching Lu Mingfei's battle as an audience.

The old man frowned.

Even he felt a little troubled.

Can that bronze mask really conceal Lu Mingfei's identity?

This question is worth pondering.

Perhaps from now on, Lu Mingfei and his martial arts will truly step onto the stage of this world. He will face malice from all directions, overtly or covertly. The old man was a little worried, but when his eyes fell again The young man in the center of the battle was stunned for a moment, and then chuckled.

Even though Lu Mingfei looked like a teenager, he thought he was really just a child.

The young eagle cannot learn to fly until it falls out of the nest.

If the future is entrusted to him, a real hero will not back down because of difficulties and challenges.

He will advance through all obstacles.

All the challenges and hardships.

All will be the merits on his crown.

The old man smiled expectantly.

Under his expectant gaze, the boy casually threw away the black dragon that was used as a spear.

He stood on the sea.

There were originally thirteen bronze subjects, but now only the red dragon is left.

The blood dyed the sea red, and the scalding temperature was like magma. The dragon's blood reacted with the sea water, bubbling, and the hazy mist spread.

This is the battlefield.

Chilong glanced indifferently, looking aloof.

A broken dragon, a dragon with hideous wounds, a dragon that wakes up from a big dream...

Blood flows from the wound, and you can see the dark golden bones inside. If this was the sea outside, the blood of twelve pure-blood dragons would cause unknown changes. Maybe dolphins would grow armor with bone spurs, and octopuses would grow armor with bone spurs. The suckers have sharp teeth and the docile tropical fish are also ferocious and bloodthirsty. The entire ocean will become a battlefield for dragon creatures.

But this is the Nibelung, where their bronze and fire rest.

The red dragon lowered his head and opened and closed his sharp claws. They were originally indestructible claws, but at this moment, there were also cracks penetrating through them, and worm-like granules were growing, trying to fuse together to make up for the wounds, but a strange force was entrenched there. , making the healing speed extremely slow.

There are no less than ten similar wounds on Chilong's body.

Chilong has been seriously injured.

Although he could still hold his head high and look at that being with a majestic attitude, this scene did not mean that Chilong was slacking off in the fight. In fact, in the fierce battle just now, Chilong took the lead and did not retreat even one step. He also blocked two attacks for his soldiers.

The reason why the current Red Dragon is still energetic, while the other bronze subjects are either in coma or in the dust sea, on the one hand is because of his bloodline as the next generation species, on the other hand, it is because he is the last member of the bronze and fire lineage. Commander of the army.

If even he falls, who will protect the king in the Bronze City?

He cannot fall.

Unless you die.

Opening and closing his sharp claws, there was a loud sound like the collision of iron blocks. The powerful regeneration ability of the dragon's body was also suppressed. The red dragon raised his eyes, and his golden eyes met that existence.

"What's this?"

Dragon language, but the meaning expressed is indeed like this. He is asking Lu Mingfei.

This is probably the first communication between the two sides since the start of the war.

Just listen to Chilong continue to speak.

"Is it some kind of powerful word spirit?"

Lu Mingfei, who was about to answer, opened his mouth and stopped talking.

In fact, he was not feeling well. He had just entered the realm of inhumanity. It was indeed refreshing to open and close, but the burden it placed on him could not be said to be small. His energy was exhausted. Once he broke his own cycle, he would lose his ability. The charm is endless, but I don’t know how much hard work it will take to make up for it later.

Moreover, the enemy is outnumbered and we are outnumbered. Although the martial arts is mysterious, his skills are close to the Tao. It is really a fantasy to want to be able to kill the Bronze Minister with just a snap of the finger without suffering any injuries.

Lu Mingfei was also injured.

Different from the battle royale in the previous stage, it was a battlefield with the authority of the little devil, and there would be no real death. This was the Nibelungen, Lu Mingfei's real body was here, and all the injuries were not fake.

In the scene where Lu Mingfei and Chi Long were confronting each other just now, Chi Long was trying to recover from his injuries, and he was taking the opportunity to adjust his breath. Inhuman and next-generation species, in terms of hard power, the side of the Bronze Subjects should have the upper hand. If it weren't for them His opponent was Lu Mingfei, who used martial arts to make up for the gap in cultivation, and the battle would not end there.

Let out a breath.

Lu Mingfei's voice sounded helpless.

There seems to be a bit of gnashing of teeth.

"Yan Ling?"

"What Yanling."

"I am Wu!"

There was a long silence.

"Wu?"

Chiryuu repeated the word awkwardly.

There was obvious doubt in his look.

Thinking about it, for a dragon who has been dealing with alchemy for a long life, the unfamiliar vocabulary of martial arts is really too difficult to understand.

"Is it some kind of... special authority?"

Chiron guessed.

Lu Mingfei was really helpless.

He opened his mouth and decided to forget it.

I always feel like it would be troublesome to explain.

Then he looked at Chilong seriously.

"It was a pleasure fighting with you. I have to admit that you are a qualified opponent."

"That's almost it."

"You should also realize that you are no match for me."

Lu Mingfei spoke frankly like this.

Chiryuu didn't refute.

This is obvious and there is no point in refuting it.

"So, give up."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Let me pass, otherwise, if you block the road again."

"He's going to die."