Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei

Unfortunately, before the competition began, Bruce Wayne, a Class A freshman with high hopes, was arrested on the spot by the Disciplinary Committee for illegally possessing thermal weapons in school, a serious violation of school rules.

Professor Manstein, who was almost suffering from a myocardial infarction, roared and asked his retired Navy SEALs to rush forward and pinned Bateman, who was still posing on the stage, to the ground, allowing him to enjoy the ultimate courtesy of the Great Empire - —The men on the left and right flanked the man on top of the man on top of him.

Wayne, who was a big man, expressed his dissatisfaction. Only his head was exposed and he was still shouting: "We agreed to fight with real swords and guns. Where did I break the rules? Am I not allowed to play?!"

As he spoke, he twisted his neck vigorously, looked towards the area where the "Vice Principal" was, and angrily told the injustice and injustice he had suffered: "Vice Principal, I want to report that there is a shady story behind this fight! I suspect Someone in the Disciplinary Committee collected dirty money!"

"Shut your mouth!" Professor Manstein's face turned red with anger. He pointed at the door and gritted his teeth and said, "Take him away quickly. I don't want to see him again."

Several discipline committee members who were two meters tall and muscular enough to participate in bodybuilding competitions hurriedly left with Wayne, who was still struggling, in their strong arms. The voice of the man with unyielding will was still in the air: "I don't accept it. I want to appeal, I want to send a lawyer’s letter——”

Pressing the center of his eyebrows vigorously, Manstein suppressed the anger in his heart and the soaring blood pressure. He glanced at the old cowboy opposite, whose lips were curled up even more than an AK, and secretly cursed that these two old guys were too honest with the students. He was so indulgent that the freshmen who just entered the school completely ignored their disciplinary committee and dared to destroy campus facilities and attack classmates with guns in front of him.

If this is left unchecked, sooner or later the college will be flooded with guns. There is no chance that someone will organize large-scale riots among students, destroying the school buildings and leaving them in dilapidated condition.

Fingel watched Wayne being happily sent away, the indifferent expression on his face almost unbearable.

To be honest, he regrets very much now, very much, why he established the Information Department in the first place and why he recruited those few living treasures into it.

Obviously his previous style was so strict, cold and efficient, but after spending time with the Four Vajras, he became more and more down-to-earth, and he might become down-to-earth if he no longer cares about them.

Looking at the eyes of the students around him, he felt that his image of a cold and aloof man in their minds was gradually crumbling.

Xia Di, who was next to her, seemed to have seen through Shufen's thoughts and comforted her symbolically: "Just get used to it. If you can't resist, then try to enjoy it."

Fingel nodded, not sure if he heard it. He stood up and moved his hands and feet a little, then walked towards the source not far away and stood quietly, as if he had just experienced a boring farce. The boy walked away.

The students who were still laughing at Bruce Wayne instantly stopped their unbridled laughter and showed great respect when they saw the academy's ace appear.

Kassel has always respected the strong, and everything here is based on strength. Even if you come from a prominent family, you cannot make up for the gap in blood. After all, it is rare for a mixed-race wealthy family to send the core children that the family has fully cultivated to Angers. .

Why is the Lion Heart Club able to firmly dominate the school's voice and turn the student union that is supposed to dominate the school into a marginal role, so that people who meet the Lion Heart Club don't even dare to fart? Not only Because they have a long history and great background, and because they are so capable of fighting.

And Fingel, who can overwhelm everyone in the Lionheart Society in terms of combat power, will naturally gain more respect.

Yuan Zhisheng watched Fengel quietly as he came slowly, his hand involuntarily pressed on the handle of the knife.

At first, he thought that the ace of the academy had disappeared from everyone. After arriving in Kassel, he learned about the other party's bad behavior and felt that he was not worthy of being his opponent. As a result, the other party took the initiative to provoke him two days ago, and his aura was so strong that he had I had the illusion of facing the master, and I suddenly knew that this person might be hiding something just like myself.

At this moment, Fingel was dressed in simple casual clothes. His long gray hair was tied into a ponytail with a rubber band. He walked up with empty hands and casually pulled out the European long sword stuck on the ground.

After weighing it a bit, I can barely use it.

When they were teaching Lu Mingfei his homework, the two of them often talked about the characters and plots of martial arts novels together, and Fingel even practiced a very cool starting move.

He was seen stepping on a T-step, with his left hand behind his waist, holding a sword in his right hand and pointing diagonally at the ground. His posture was straight and slightly turned sideways, and his aura was as calm as a kendo master of a generation.

"Don't tell me, you really look like a swordsman." Xia Di sat up straight, not forgetting to comment to Eva who was next to her in disguise.

Eva, who slightly concealed one-third of her beauty, but still managed to stand out in front of the mixed-race beauties, smiled and nodded. Fingel was used to using knives, but his swordsmanship was not bad, especially for Europeans with big hands. The sword can also be used as a sword wielder.

When Yuan Zhisheng drew his sword out of its sheath and looked at Fingel from a distance in the same posture, everyone tacitly stopped talking, and the quiet sound of the kendo hall could be heard.

Neither party saluted, but their eyes collided fiercely in the air, as if invisible sparks were flickering.

"Kassel Academy Japan Branch, Yuan Zhisheng, please enlighten me." The young master of the Yuan family of the eight Sheqi families said in a cold voice, as sharp as a biting cold light.

There was no kendo etiquette from the beginning of this fight. Dad said that he didn't need to be too low-key at Kassel Academy and could show off his dominance appropriately.

And this battle is not just a grudge between the newcomers of the academy and the old king, but also a contest between the members of the Japanese branch and the elites of the academy. The Kassel Academy headquarters has been suppressing the Japanese branch intentionally or unintentionally, and the Japanese branch always gives the headquarters The commissioner sent left an indelible psychological shadow. The contradiction between the two has been accumulating for a long time, just waiting to be exploded one day.

Therefore, he did not register for the kendo school he studied.

Fingel's expression did not change at all when he heard this, and he spoke in a calm and deep tone: "Kassel Academy Headquarters, Fingel."

The status of the two is not on the same level. Fingel is the ace of the headquarters, while Yuan Zhisheng is just a new student from the Japanese branch. They are too far apart in terms of age, qualifications and reputation, and they cannot be worthy of Fingel. Your word "teaching".

Everyone present could keenly detect the growing smell of gunpowder in the air. Just when everyone was waiting for the two people on the court to present an unforgettable ultimate showdown to everyone, an inappropriate chuckle suddenly interrupted the scene. A tense atmosphere.

"Hehe, you won't even get any luck just by playing like this. It's so dry and numb that it's not round at all. How about you bet on something?" goblet and made a suggestion that made Professor Manstein's blood pressure soar.

Manstein, who was almost having a myocardial infarction from Wayne, had just suppressed his anger, and was almost having a cerebral thrombosis from his unreasonable father. He tried to stay calm and squeezed out warning words through his teeth: "Vice Principal, Please do not instigate students to gamble."

When Xia Di heard this, she glanced at the night watchman's bald son. She wondered if the old guy who wore a cowboy hat all the time had inherited his son's baldness, but he still cooperated and said the last word: "OK OK~ Who of you guys wins? Whoever can get this bottle of my treasured son’s red.”

This was originally prepared for Wayne. I wanted to encourage him to treat Yuan Zhisheng to eat a few peanuts as much as possible during the fierce battle. As a result, the boy failed to live up to his expectations and ate the Hikiro jelly to no avail at all. He was defeated at the beginning. Pleasure sent away.

The two people confronting each other on the field turned a deaf ear to the "vice principal"'s words. At this moment, they only had each other in their eyes, completely blocking out the interference of other people.

The super hybrid from the Sheqi Eighth Family, and Xia Di's enhanced version of Fengel after escaping from death, both have full confidence in themselves and are sure that they can kill the other without revealing their true strength. .

Without any hesitation, when their momentum reached its peak, the two of them started to attack each other at the same time.

"boom--"

Like spring thunder, the two of them crossed a distance of several meters in just the blink of an eye. The European sword collided with the spider, making a deafening explosion that made everyone present lose consciousness for a moment.

Feeling the tremendous power coming from the weapons, both Fingel and Yuan Zhisheng felt a sense of joy. They were obviously just holding the sword with one hand, but they were deadlocked together as if they were wrestling with each other. .

The muscles of his arms, which were not particularly thick, were bulging. He held the spider and pressed down hard. A flash of light flashed in Yuan Zhisheng's eyes. He had already used 60% of his strength, but he was only fighting evenly with the opponent?

If Kassel Academy's highest bloodline rating is S, then Yuan Zhisheng, as the future emperor of the eight Sheqi families, can at least get a double S rating. It is irresponsible to say that he is a giant in human skin. Dragons have an overwhelming advantage when facing hybrids with bloodlines below S level.

If someone draws his blood for testing, the consequences will be the same as the Japanese bombing of Pearl Harbor. Not only will he himself be tried by the secret party, but the Japanese branch will also be subject to a large-scale inspection by Cassel College and the secret party.

Fingel held the European sword in one hand, his casual clothes bulging with blood from the muscles all over his body. His iron-gray eyes stared intently at the guy in front of him, as if he was curious about how long the other person could last under his hands.

Realizing that Fengel still had some strength left, Yuan Zhisheng stopped engaging in such childish wrestling. Although his real power could crush him in an instant and chop him on the opponent's head with one strike, that would be too much. Suddenly, he just dodged and drew the knife to cut the opponent's neck.

Yuan Zhisheng, who took the initiative to attack, was like an eagle. The spider in his hand was as sharp as a venomous snake and spitting messages as fast as lightning. In just a moment, the tip of the knife broke through the air barrier and touched a few strands of Fingel's hair hanging on his temples.

"Qiang——"

The extreme speed made the sword slightly less powerful. Fengel flipped his wrist and used his big sword to easily swing it away. Yuan Zhisheng, who had no hope that this move would work, decisively changed his move when the tip of the sword deviated from the target. Unexpectedly, If he was careful to test again, he would start slashing wildly like a rainstorm of pear blossoms.

Mirror Heart Akechi-ryu Basara Dance!

Gen Zhisheng is the emperor who was fully cultivated by the eight Sheqi families. He received the strictest and most traditional Japanese education. He has learned all the existing swordsmanship in Japan, including the purest ancient murderous swordsmanship. His professionalism is not at all These half-baked students at Kassel College can understand it.

And the first one he received the "no permission to pass on" was Kashin Akechi-ryu, one of the three major schools of swordsmanship in Edo. This school that emphasized graceful movements seemed to place great emphasis on artistry, but it was able to survive in the turbulent era of the end of the Tokugawa period. Once it has a firm foothold, it is destined to be something different.

"Ding! Ding! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Ding! Ding!"

Continuous sounds of iron strikes resounded in the kendo hall, and Minamoto's childish figure rushed toward Fingel like a violent storm. Every move he made was just right, elegant yet calm, like a dancer holding a knife. However, the falling blade will always appear where it should be at the most appropriate angle and at the most appropriate time.

The teachers and students who were watching were shocked by Yuan Zhisheng's dazzling strikes and graceful steps. The level of swordsmanship he displayed was breathtaking. If they were caught in it, they would not be able to sustain it for long.

However, Fingel, who was enveloped by the boundless sword power, was still calm and calm. He was holding a twenty-pound sword in one hand and was either picking, slashing or blocking. He blocked every sword that Yuan Zhisheng swung, although he was not as good as in the martial arts novel. I've been playing for a long time without even moving a single step, but my movements can be described as taking a leisurely stroll.

Yuan Zhisheng could tell that Fingel did not use any kind of swordsmanship during the block. He was like a layman, blocking the attack with his long sword entirely by virtue of his terrifying reaction speed.

Ke Yuanzhisheng has investigated Fingel. This guy is proficient in various European swordsmanship and swordsmanship. Among them, Germany's most famous Richard Naer swordsmanship and Messer swordsmanship have been practiced since childhood, and Kassel Academy also has swordsmanship. Classes and martial arts classes, this guy is definitely not a guy who relies on his excellent physical fitness to eat his opponents alive.

But even so, the opponent's physical fitness was extremely strong among the people he had seen. If he was just an ordinary A-level hybrid, he might really fall into the opponent's hands.

"He is worthy of being hailed as a Transcendent A Grade man. He really has a few tricks up his sleeve."

After realizing that Fengel could not be defeated by Kagami Akechi-ryu's swordsmanship alone, Minamoto no hesitation began to use all he had learned, such as the "Kasaya Slash" of the Hohoin-ryu and the "No-sword-taking" of the Yagyu Shinin-ryu. , the "intention stick" and "three sudden changes" of natural rational flow...

He has already integrated the moves of various major schools, and every change of his moves is so smooth that there is no suddenness in his life. I just feel that this person's sword skills are so weird and changeable that it is impossible to predict where his next move will come from. .

And his exertion of "all his strength" naturally forced Fingel to be serious. He was no longer as calm as before, and he waved the sword in his hand tightly. When he saw the tricks, he no longer blindly parried, and began to have some Rhythm counterattack.

The two were entangled in each other and fought for two minutes. The sound of hammering almost made the teachers and students think that they had entered the blacksmith shop by mistake. The lights of swords and shadows were mixed with sparks, as if two handsome blacksmiths were working together to forge a fine weapon.

Professor Manstein and Professor Guderian stared at the two fighting parties. Although their presbyopic eyes could not see the knives and swords that were about to turn into afterimages, the two elders were worried that the students could not hold back their hands during the fight and were derelict in their duties. A student who is worried that the student he is most proud of will be stabbed in the back by Xiao Nippon is always prepared for an accident to call rescuers for first aid as soon as possible.

"when--!!!"

There was another collision of swords. In the sound of gold and iron, Fingel and Yuan Zhisheng passed by each other. They turned around and were five meters apart. There was a sense in their eyes of "Hey, how can this kid be so durable?"

He glanced at the hand-forged European sword in his hand. After hundreds of cuts, there were countless gaps on the blade. Even if it was repaired, it could only change from a big sword to a thin sword, from a macho man to a thin sword. so gay.

The Spider Sword in Yuan Zhisheng's hand is different from the European sword that is forged from a mixture of high-carbon steel and spring steel. It is a real alchemy weapon. Its texture and toughness are completely different from those of a curled-edged sword. Apart from a few scratches, there is no damage at all on the blade.

Seeing that Fengel's weapon was seriously damaged, Yuan Zhisheng did not want to take advantage of the weapon, so he reached out and prepared to lend him the boy Che Anzuna, who had been unsheathed on his waist.

However, Fingel saw his plan and shook his head slightly. For the first time, he held his hands on the hilt of the sword. It seemed that he was preparing to decide the outcome with one move.

Seeing this, Yuan Zhisheng also held the sword with both hands, preparing to show his true swordsmanship.

In fact, whether it is the swordsmanship learned by Fengel or the kendo style mastered by Yuan Zhisheng, it is necessary to hold the sword with both hands to exert its strongest power. However, the two guys who wanted to save face just relied on the strong physical fitness of the mixed race to defeat them alone. He held the sword and chopped for a long time.

Taking a deep breath, Minamoto Zhisheng came to kill the general again with a sword in both hands. This time he used one of the mysteries of Kashin Akechi-ryu - the reverse curling blade style. The secret of this move lies in the "roll", when swinging the sword It's like layers of silk are constantly being wrapped around the blade.

This is the opposite of the famous "curling blade flow". The curling blade flow becomes faster and faster, and the silk becomes tighter and tighter. The speed of swinging the sword in the reverse curling blade style gradually slows down, but the power attached to the sword will continue to multiply until the accumulated strength The moment the last knife struck with power, it was like a wall pushing down a building, leaving people with nowhere to escape.

Master Xia, who was sitting not far away and cracking melon seeds, saw this and raised his lips: "Hey, isn't this the random cloak hammering technique? You already have a way to die, Xianggui."

The last sword of the "Reverse Knife Blade", "Tianhei Ichimonji", was slashing towards the European sword that was already on the verge of being scrapped. A glimmer of appreciation flashed in Minamoto's eyes, Furui Muha. Although the opponent would definitely lose with this sword, but After all, he had the advantage of weapons. It was not easy for Fingel to fight to such an extent with himself as the emperor.

His current performance has exceeded the expected strength range of an A-level hybrid, so in order not to be noticed by others, it doesn't matter even if he wins with weapons. This is the United States anyway, just like the Bald Eagle did not talk about martial ethics in the past. It's like dropping an atomic bomb on their heads, and their equipment is also part of their strength.

Fingel, the ace of this department, prepare for your failure!

The light of the knife cut through the air in front of him like electricity, cutting the scarred European sword into two pieces with an unstoppable gesture. Seeing that the tip of the knife was about to cut into Fengel's neck, Yuan's innocent pupils shrank suddenly:

The force coming from the blade is wrong!

Looking down, I saw Fingel holding the sword and slashing diagonally from bottom to top. He only used his left hand to pull the blade. In fact, all the strength of his body was concentrated on the right hand that was holding it empty. When the sword broke, he was about to withdraw his strength. At that moment, the German iron-blooded lone wolf had already clenched his palm into a fist and punched him in an instant.

"Adogan——!!!"

Following Fingel's whisper, an extremely standard Shenglong punch hit Yuan Zhisheng's chin hard, sending the future emperor of the eight Sheqi families flying two meters into the air.

Fingel, with one hand raised high, looked at the audience, with only one meaning in his eyes: Boss Xia, our mission is completed!

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