Chapter 362
Meeting Gift
Chapter 362 Meeting Gift
Lu Mingfei had just crammed on history, games, and culture. Also, "Dictator" meant "dictator" during a period of great upheaval in the ancient Roman Republic, which perfectly matched his name Caesar, and his own style was equally assertive.
As for "Murasame," it is a notorious cursed sword in the gaming world. It is said that after killing someone, rainwater will naturally seep out from the blade to wash away the bloodstains.
Both weapons were undoubtedly alchemical knives, but the tactical dagger in Lu Mingfei's hand was not only short but also fragile.
Sparks flew with each collision, a testament to the wear and tear on his blade.
So he didn't use his full strength, but chose to fight defensively; he couldn't end up empty-handed and look pathetic.
When faced with Lu Mingfei's counterattack, Chu Zihang also retreated immediately after the initial contact, never lingering in battle.
Caesar's attack failed to gain him any advantage, so he did not pursue further. He simply stood there and frowned slightly. He felt that Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang's styles were very similar. Could it be that they were from the same school?
Strictly speaking, he was right. However, Chu Zihang was a top disciple of the Youth Palace, while Lu Mingfei was an outsider. But their basic sword techniques were the same, and they were essentially the same no matter how they were used.
Besides their techniques, both were incredibly powerful. He gently kneaded his fingers to relieve the numbness and swelling caused by the two heavy blows.
No matter how superb one's swordsmanship or knife skills are, they ultimately come down to a contest of physical prowess. In terms of both physique and weaponry, he actually had the advantage, and the two opponents showed no signs of fatigue.
They are truly formidable opponents. After the first encounter, we both gained a basic understanding of each other's strength.
The next moment, Caesar launched the first attack. In the melee, the first move meant that one could attack or defend at will.
But he wasn't the only one with the same idea.
Dick's sturdy blade destined its attack style to be wide and sweeping.
Since the goal is to overpower others, it requires mobilizing the entire body. Therefore, large-scale breathing is essential. This is not something that can be determined by combat awareness, but rather by the body's instinct.
Lu Mingfei launched his attack the instant Caesar took a breath, his body instinctively drawing in oxygen to prepare for the impending onslaught.
Although the dagger was short, it also meant it was light and agile. Holding the knife, Lu Mingfei, like a fierce cheetah, instantly broke into his inner circle.
But Caesar reacted quickly, realizing he had lost the initiative and was even in danger. He calmly pushed the back of the blade with his hand, turned his body to the side and backed away, with the blade facing outwards, to block Lu Mingfei's sudden attack.
Generally speaking, such a parrying maneuver is almost useless against a dagger, only able to avoid a head-on collision, but he believed his old rival would not disappoint him.
Lu Mingfei retreated again as soon as he got close, because Chu Zihang's Murasame had already flashed out from behind like lightning.
Caesar then exerted force with his palm, and Chu Zihang's dodge was never a rescue, but rather a kill on both of them.
The dull sound of a blade echoed again. Murasame's attack was neutralized by an upward slash, and Chu Zihang could only retreat rapidly, followed by Lu Mingfei's close-range approach.
The battle between the three evolved into a hazy and eerie dance. All three were incredibly fast. Black, red, and Lu Mingfei's white T-shirt—three blurry figures with intertwined light and shadow—dazzled the eye.
But the glint of blades in the air grew denser, and the dull, clanging sound of blades clashing together was chilling. Sunlight shone on the blurry figures, but it was devoid of warmth, only a cold, murderous chill.
Roars, panting, and the tearing sound of the wind became the main theme of the square.
Everyone watching unconsciously held their breath and widened their eyes, afraid of missing this ultimate showdown.
No one doubted the strength of Caesar and Chu Zihang. The fact that the new students were also this strong showed that the S-class bloodline was indeed terrifying!
"Damn!" Nono was probably the most shocked of all. She knew Lu Mingfei's information by heart. Who could tell her how a little white rabbit could suddenly fight with a lion and a tiger in such a short time?
She always felt a sense of unreality, the profile and reality were so disconnected, and for the first time she felt a sense of bewilderment and powerlessness.
"Bang!" The three separated again, but this time none of them launched a surprise attack, because half of a reflective broken blade appeared on the ground.
There is no comparison between a conventional tactical dagger and a refining knife. Even though Lu Mingfei had already reduced his strength, he still couldn't withstand it for long.
Caesar's expression relaxed slightly. He acknowledged Lu Mingfei's strength. If they had different weapons, the outcome might have been more even. But weapons are also a form of strength, and denying this difference was pointless.
"It seems the battle is over. S-rank, I look forward to you joining our student council." Caesar spoke calmly and slowly, then turned his gaze to Chu Zihang, his next opponent.
Today, the battle between the student council and the Lionheart should come to a final conclusion.
Chu Zihang's golden pupils reflected the glint of Murasame's blade. He was also staring at Caesar. With Lu Mingfei gone, he could now fight with more confidence.
"Not necessarily." Lu Mingfei held the broken dagger, his face relaxed. He had already decided to play his hand, and of course he couldn't start strong and finish weak, but going too far wouldn't be good either, so he was looking for the right balance.
"Is the warm-up over?"
"What?" Caesar frowned slightly, but immediately thought of a certain possibility, his pupils contracted sharply. Under these circumstances, there was no other way to break the deadlock.
Chu Zihang also seemed to realize something, and the next moment a dark red light was reflected in his golden eyes.
At that moment, both Caesar and Chu Zihang instinctively chose to bend down and swing their swords horizontally. The sword light was like a spinning fan, cutting through the air with a sharp tearing sound.
But what followed were two muffled thuds in the square, and gasps and horror from the crowd.
Their beloved chairman and president lay peacefully on the ground, like scarecrows blown down by the wind in an autumn wheat field.
As for Lu Mingfei, he had completely disappeared without a trace.
Are you kidding me? You knocked down someone's boss and you're not going to run away? Are you just going to get attacked on the spot by a bunch of jealous underlings?
Both the red and black teams felt like they were having an absurd daydream until the powerful march resounded throughout the campus, jolting them awake.
A large group of medical staff, along with a bald old man wearing thin, round, gold-rimmed glasses, emerged from an unnamed building, sighing all the while.
He looked at the cratered bullet holes on the wall and the ground and couldn't help but sigh. But when he looked at the two culprits lying dead on the ground, he had nowhere to vent his anger.
"What are you looking at? All of you, put away your bullets, take them back to the ice cellar, and reseal them. This time, I'm going to get the principal to teach you a lesson!"
Sunlight streamed in through the porthole, revealing the continuous river and the green mountains on both banks.
The two people on the back of the chair turned off the projector screen; one was shaking his head, and the other was chuckling.
"Mance, our S-class is awesome, isn't it?"
"Principal, your judgment is beyond question, but..." the middle-aged man frowned, "Don't you think there's something wrong with him?"
"After an ordinary high school student awakens such a bloodline, he is not confused, not afraid, and not excited or arrogant. It is as if it is the most natural thing in the world."
"That just proves he's the one we need, the one, a one-of-a-kind genius leader, just like my good friend Menek Cassel," the principal said softly. "They are born different; education is just icing on the cake."
"Maybe."