Chapter 156 S-Class Showdown

Angers is a living legend in the minds of the students. Even if they know they will fail, they still can't stop their desire to challenge this legend.

If it were normal times, Angers might have selected a few good seedlings for a friendly practical lesson, but now there was a more eye-catching presence among the students.

"Mingfei, are you interested in coming up and trying a few games with me?"

he said with a smile.

As soon as the name came out, everyone immediately focused on Lu Mingfei.

They retracted their arms and took the initiative to make way for the boy who looked calm with excitement and expectation.

Most of the freshmen here have had their original views shattered in half a school year of courses and practice. From the vision of getting a good diploma and getting a good job on Wall Street to getting a good job under the claws of the dragon, A grand mission to save the fate of mankind.

They were also gradually influenced by the atmosphere of Kassel College - just like the Art College specializes in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, the Finance College regulates stocks and securities, and the Dragon Slaying College naturally aims at force and dominance, even if Kai seems to be a rich playboy. Gattuso himself also has strong military support.

The "S"-class mixed-breed that has been encountered only in books and stories for decades is undoubtedly the focus of the story. It is Siegfried who is destined to fight the evil dragon.

And Principal Angers was the only S-class in the college before he appeared!

A living legend, a rising star who can split open armored vehicles, the exchange of swordsmanship between two generations of S-class is quite exciting just to listen to it!

"OK."

Lu Mingfei nodded lightly and walked straight out of the crowd.

It would be a lie to say that Angers did not want to know himself.

Both of them hide their own secrets, but they naturally do not explore them deeply——

As warriors, the best way for them to understand each other is undoubtedly to have a happy fight.

Angers stared at Lu Mingfei with a smile on his face, his eyes filled with a burning fire of challenge.

This is a sharp blade that can kill the next generation.

It was worth using him as a whetstone to experience the blood-stained coldness of the opponent.

"Principal, why are you taking off your clothes? Such behavior in front of girls is not at all..."

Caesar watched Angers unbuttoning his suit shirt one by one with a smile, and asked softly.

But soon, the word "gentleman" that he could not say was swallowed back in his stomach.

Not only him, but also the students in the gym couldn't help but gasp after seeing the principal's naked upper body.

From the tattoos exposed when the principal rolled up his sleeves, many students guessed that the principal had a tattoo, but they never expected that this tattoo would actually cover his back.

It was a complete painting. What was previously exposed on the wrist was the ferocious tiger head and yaksha, but this was only a part of the tattoo.

Behind the principal, there are countless yakshas and countless tigers fighting in the cloud of fire. It is a war between the country of yakshas and the country of tigers. As Angers moved his shoulders and stretched his muscles, the cinnabar-red Yaksha and the indigo-colored tiger seemed to come to life. They strangled each other's throats, bit with sharp teeth, and struck with hammers carrying thunder and lightning, killing each other. The meaning is vividly portrayed.

It was a picture that could only be drawn by the devil in hell. It condensed all the violence in the world and tattooed it on the back of one person.

If you are a girl here, you may be able to recognize this "Rage of the Realms", which is the highest-level tattoo of the Japanese underworld.

No one would have thought that an old gentleman who graduated from Cambridge University would have a tattoo of a gangster supreme.

"This suit and shirt is a boutique product from the French Winter Fashion Week. I prefer wearing it to attend banquets than fighting."

Angers smiled and threw away his shirt, but his whole demeanor had changed. The respected and kind educator had disappeared, replaced by a lone warrior standing in a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, covered in blood. Under the original exquisite suit The hidden liger's heart was completely agitated.

He silently traveled through the torrent of time, played thousands of people, watched those who had fought alongside him or drank happily died silently, walked forward alone without care, and lived only for revenge.

Looking at Ange, Lu Mingfei couldn't help but recall the people who had sacrificed one after another in front of him, whether they were battle brothers or battle slaves, or even those who were willing to stay and wait to die because they were not willing to be dragged down during the rescue due to their physical disability. of mortals...

But he never had time to stop. He must lead other battle brothers to keep moving forward and fight to protect mankind in this dark galaxy.

Regardless of the battlefield or identity, Angers is indeed a respectable warrior.

"Don't be too harsh in front of the students, right? Set some small rules?"

Angers said with a smile.

Lu Mingfei nodded: "We don't need the spirit of speech and other powers, just compete in physical skills and sword skills."

In Fingel's words, the principal's Spirit Time Zero is specifically designed for PVP, and is in a different category from the "Junyan" used by Chu Zihang to clear monsters.

If Ange wants to use the spirit of speech, then he also needs to use spiritual energy and the blessing of holy light.

"That's what I mean too."

Angers' palm picked up another bamboo sword.

He is the highest-level "Fuxo Jiden" of the "Niten First Class" school founded by Miyamoto Musashi. He has passed the "Tenth Trial" and may be one of the strongest kendo masters in Japan today.

The students in the gym were silent. They were completely shocked by the aura emanating from Ange, and they didn't dare to take a breath without holding their breath.

Is this the true side of the principal facing the dragon clan?

And Lu Mingfei—this S-class student in the same class as them could actually be treated so grandly by the principal?

"Caesar, please bring over the cart with the bamboo sword."

Angers said to Caesar behind him who looked normal.

"This batch of bamboo swords for practice is made from Chinese Guizhu that is more than five years old. It is roasted for 15 days, and then selected, weighted, corrected, planed and polished to obtain perfect bamboo pieces, and then made of high-quality cowhide and nylon. The rope wrapping is completed and is extremely tough." Angers turned his swords, "After this class, the school affairs department may have to purchase new ones."

"The bodies of those aliens are very hard. Unless the weapon itself is excellent enough, Japanese swordsmanship alone cannot kill those aliens."

Lu Mingfei also held a bamboo sword, adjusted his aura while speaking, and quickly entered the state of sparring with Yuan Zhennu.

The deadpools killed in Japan had extremely tough scales and bodies. Apart from alchemy weapons like Murasame, the fragile quality of ordinary Japanese swords would be difficult to cause effective damage to these things.

"The main purpose of studying Japanese Kendo in the freshman year is to lay the foundation and specialize in the delicate sword fighting against people. In the sophomore and junior years, there will be practical courses on heavy weapons such as Roman two-handed swords."

Angers said.

Caesar pushed a cart full of green and yellow bamboo swords for practice and came behind Angre. Seeing this, Chu Zihang quickly walked out of the crowd and pushed the cart from the corner of the dojo.

"Let's get started, Principal."

Lu Mingfei leaned forward slightly, holding the bamboo sword tightly in his hand, staring at the old man in front of him.

"good."

The moment Angers finished speaking, the two figures disappeared instantly, leaving only the sound of the wooden floor being stepped on and the crisp sound of the bamboo sword breaking!

What followed was the galloping evil wind. Every student felt suffocated in front of this extreme burst of speed, and subconsciously kept retreating in fear!

"sword!"

"sword."

Anger and Lu Mingfei's voices sounded almost at the same time, and Caesar and Chu Zihang immediately threw out the bamboo swords they were holding tightly in their hands.

Only then did the two fighting figures reappear, steadily catching the bamboo sword thrown behind them, and fighting again.

Compared with the speed at which their figures disappeared before, their speed at this time was a little slower, but it was still not enough to lock eyes.

The bamboo swords they used for practice seemed to have turned into sharply sharpened blades in their hands, while the swift blue shadows passing by were like the light of the stars and the moon, illuminating their eyes and sending chills down their backs.

"sword!"

"sword!"

The old bamboo sword broke and fell, and the new bamboo sword was caught and they clashed again. There was no need to elaborate on the moves or styles of the confrontation between the two. Everything had been integrated into their physical instincts. Every sword was an extremely powerful killing blow. trick.

Ange did not use the word spirit, and Lu Mingfei did not use the prophecy spiritual power. Their confrontation was entirely about the quality of the dragon blood body and the accumulation of combat experience.

No more verbal reminders, Chu Zihang relied on his eyesight, and Caesar relied on his hearing. They both threw a new round of bamboo swords in time to replace the weapons of the two warriors who were deep in the battle.

"It's four times as fast as normal. That's good."

Ange's skin turned red, and unknowingly he had entered a "violent blood" state. The refined dragon blood was boiling in his body, and his cells were revitalized, and he was greedily breathing in the fresh air. , the force flows along the bones like water.

He was completely at a disadvantage. Lu Mingfei's attacks were so cunning and vicious that he couldn't breathe. His two-day first-class skills didn't even have a chance to attack. If it was a real sword, then his heart would at least Has been stabbed three times.

Lu Mingfei also knew that he had a complete advantage. Psychologically, the two were about the same age, but his combat experience was definitely countless times greater than that of Angers;

And physically, his seventeen-year-old young body, which was strengthened by both the alien bloodline and the Emperor's Holy Glory, was naturally superior to Angers' body of more than one hundred and thirty years old.

Even people of the same age who have dragon blood, most of them spend the rest of their lives in wheelchairs or lying in hospital beds, let alone ordinary people without blood, who may already be riddled with ailments and become bald in their thirties or forties.

But Angers was able to fight aliens on the battlefield driven by the fire of vengeance.

impressive.

A piercing scream sounded in the air, and a black shadow was approaching Angers rapidly!

"Snapped!"

In a few tenths of a second, Lu Mingfei and Ange passed each other, as if they had completed the exchange of positions. Caesar only felt a strong wind blowing in front of him. When he came to his senses again, the dark blue Lu Mingfei's calm face was reflected in his eyes.

The bamboo sword in his hand has been broken, the fracture is densely covered with burrs, and the tear marks on the nylon rope and cowhide are clearly visible.

This kind of bamboo sword is used as a sparring weapon because of its strong toughness. It will not cause much damage when struck. When wielded with strong force, it will only bend and crack but cannot break——

However, in the confrontation between the two S-class men just now, these broken bamboo swords could be seen everywhere on the gym floor.

Ange still maintained the posture of blocking with one sword and holding Xue Yuehua to counterattack with one sword - but the bamboo sword he used to block had broken, and there was a striking crimson mark on his chest.

It would be difficult to distinguish this mark from Angers red body without looking carefully, but he himself actually experienced this fiery blow.

If it were the "Jingyue", his heart would have been cut off along with his body, right?

With such speed and sharpness, anyone who is in the same room with this child is like sitting on the edge of his blade, with life and death depending on his thoughts.

A certain Henkel scion with a missing head and Frost with a broken arm are very convincing.

"As expected of the blade that has killed the next generation. Have you fully inspired his bloodline and talent?"

Angers whispered to someone in his heart.

He straightened up and simply threw away the bamboo sword in his hand, with a helpless smile on his face: "It seems I have gone too far. These bamboo swords can still be used for a while."

"Promise, Principal Angers."

Lu Mingfei turned around and bowed slightly.

He didn't intend to defeat him intentionally. The most basic respect for a fighter is to go all out.

Until now, except for Chu Zihang and Caesar, no one else in the gym has even come back to their senses.

This was a battle beyond their sight. From beginning to end, even if they tried to open their eyes wide, they could not clearly see the movements of their bamboo swords.

"Although I want to say that it is better to learn from others than to learn from others, but I obviously haven't taught you anything." Ange looked at the admiration and doting in Lu Mingfei's eyes without concealing it, "It seems that I can retire early and rest assured to take care of the new era." I gave my dragon-slaying knife to you."

"You are joking, Principal Ange." Lu Mingfei stared at Ange, "You are the kind of soldier who will not put down his weapons until the enemy is completely purified."

Angre was startled, then smiled with relief: "Mingfei, are you really only seventeen years old?"

Someone applauded, first Chu Zihang, then Caesar. Their applause rose up, like a loud bell that deafened the crowd.

There was a wave of applause in the gym, and the students excitedly clapped their palms red to dedicate themselves to the wonderful showdown brought by these two S-class——

Although no one could see it clearly, there was no doubt that the winner of this duel was Lu Mingfei.

No one could have expected such a result. It was the first time they saw the principal take off his clothes and look like he was fighting with all his strength.

"In terms of mental age, he is one hundred and thirty-two years old."

Lu Mingfei said seriously.

Angre laughed dumbly and patted Lu Mingfei's shoulder gently, "It would be great if my biological age was seventeen like yours."