Angers is a living legend in the minds of the students, and even if they know they will fail, they still can't stop them from wanting to challenge this legend.

In normal times, Ange might have picked a few good seedlings for a friendly practical lecture, but now there is a more eye-catching presence among the students.

"Ming Fei, are you interested in coming up and trying two with me?"

He said with a smile.

As soon as this name came out, everyone instantly focused on Lu Mingfei.

They withdrew their arms and offered to make way for the calm-looking boy, with excitement and anticipation on their faces.

Most of the freshmen here have been shattered in the course and practice of half an academic year, and the original three views have been shattered, from the vision of wanting to get a good diploma and get a good job on Wall Street to the grand mission of saving the fate of mankind under the claws of the dragons.

They are also gradually influenced by the atmosphere of the Kassel Academy - just like the Academy of Arts specializes in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, the School of Finance regulates stocks and securities, and the Dragon Slayer Academy naturally aims at force and dominance, even if it seems to be a wealthy Caesar. Gattuso himself is also supported by strong force.

The "S" Grade Bloodline Hybrid, which has only been told in books for decades, is undoubtedly the focal point, and it is Siegfried who is destined to fight the dragon.

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

A living legend, a rising star who can crack armored vehicles, and the exchange of swordsmanship between the two generations of S-class is quite exciting just by listening!

"Okay."

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

If Ange doesn't want to know himself, it's false.

Both of them are hiding their own secrets, but naturally they don't go into the deep probe—

And the best way for them to get to know each other as warriors is undoubtedly to have a good fight.

Ange stared at Lu Mingfei with a smile on his face, his eyes beating with the blazing fire of challenge.

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

It's worth him to be a whetstone to experience the other party's blood-stained cold.

"Headmaster, why are you undressing? It's not ...... to act in front of girls."

Caesar asked softly as he watched Ange smile and unbutton his suit shirt one by one.

But soon, the word "gentleman" that could not be exported was swallowed back into his stomach.

Not only him, but also the students of the gym, after seeing the principal's *** upper half, they couldn't help but gasp.

Many students speculated that the principal had a tattoo on his cuffs, but they never thought that this tattoo would cover his back.

It was a complete painting, with a hideous tiger head and a yaksha on the wrist, but that was only part of the tattoo.

Behind the headmaster, there are countless Yaksha and countless Menghu fighting in the fire cloud, and it is the war between the country of Yaksha and the country of Menghu. As Ange stretched his muscles on his shoulders and back, the cinnabar red yaksha and the indigo-blue Menghu seemed to come to life, and they grabbed each other's throats, biting with sharp teeth, and striking with a hammer with thunder and lightning, and the killing intent was vividly depicted. ….

It is a picture scroll drawn by the devil in hell, condensed the ferocity of the whole world, and written behind the back of one person.

If Gen Zhinu is here, she may be able to recognize this "Fury of the Worlds", which is the highest-ranking tattoo in Japan's underworld.

No one would have imagined that an old gentleman who graduated from Cambridge University would have tattoos of the supremacy of the underworld.

"This suit shirt is a piece of French Winter Fashion Week, and I like to wear it to banquets more than to fight."

Ange smiled and threw away his shirt, but his whole personality had changed, and the respectable and kind educator had disappeared, replaced by a lone warrior who stood in a sea of corpses covered in blood, and the heart of the lion and tiger hidden under the original exquisite suit was completely agitated.

He silently travels through the torrent of time, playing

Thousands of people watched those who had fought alongside him or drank happily die silently, and walked alone without concern, only for revenge.

Looking at Ange, Lu Mingfei couldn't help but recall the people who had died one after another in front of him, whether it was a combat brother, a combat slave, or even a mortal who was willing to stay and wait for death because of his mutilated body in the rescue......

But he never had time to stop, and he had to keep moving forward with his other fighting brothers, fighting to protect humanity in this dark galaxy.

Regardless of the battlefield, regardless of identity, Ange is indeed a warrior worthy of respect.

"Don't play too hard in front of the students, right? Fixed-point rules?"

Ange said with a smile.

Lu Mingfei nodded: "You don't need to speak and other powers, just compete in physical skills and swordsmanship."

In Fingal's words, the Principal's Spiritual Time. Zero is the kind that specializes in playing PVP, and it belongs to a different category from the "Jun Yan" that Chu Zihang used to clear monsters.

If Ange wants to use the Spirit of Words, then he also needs to use the Psionic and Holy Light blessings.

"That's what I mean, too."

Ange picked up another bamboo sword in his palm.

He is the highest-level "Wai Ji Den" of the school founded by Miyamoto Musashi, "Nitenten-first-class", passed the "Juban Trial", and is probably one of the strongest kendo masters in Japan today.

The students in the gym were silent, completely shocked by the aura emanating from Ange, and they didn't dare to catch their breath.

Is this the true side of the headmaster facing the dragons?

And Lu Mingfei, the S-class student in the same class as them, can actually be treated so ceremoniously by the principal?

"Caesar, please push the cart with the bamboo sword."

Ange said to Caesar, who looked normal behind him.

"This batch of bamboo swords for practice is made of Chinese cinnamon bamboo for more than five years, baked for 15 days, and then selected, weighted, corrected, planed and polished to obtain perfect bamboo slices, and then wrapped with fine cowhide and nylon rope, which is extremely tough." Ange swirled his twin swords, "After this lesson, the school department may have to go and buy new ones."

"The bodies of those aliens are very hard, and unless the weapons themselves are good enough, they can't be killed by Japanese swordsmanship alone."

Lu Mingfei also held a bamboo sword, adjusted his breath while speaking, and quickly entered the state of sparring with Yuan Zhinu on weekdays. ….

The Deadpools killed in Japan have extremely tough scales and bodies, and aside from the alchemy weapon of Murayu, the fragile qualities of ordinary Japanese knives are difficult to effectively kill these things.

"In the first year, Japanese kendo is mainly about laying the foundation and specializing in the delicate sword of the human body, and in the sophomore and third years, there will be practical training courses in the heavy weapon of the Roman two-handed sword."

Ange said.

Caesar pushed a cart full of blue and yellow bamboo swords and came behind Ange, and when Chu Zihang saw this, he quickly walked out of the crowd and pushed the cart from the corner of the dojo.

"Let's get started, Headmaster."

Lu Mingfei leaned over slightly, clutched the bamboo sword in his hand, and stared at the old man in front of him.

"Okay."

At the moment when Ange's words just fell, the figures of the two disappeared in an instant, leaving only the popping sound of the wooden floor as if it was about to be trampled on and the crisp sound of the bamboo sword breaking!

Immediately followed was the evil wind that rushed in all directions, and every student felt suffocated in front of this extreme explosion, and kept retreating in fear of the underground consciousness!

"Sword!"

"Sword."

Ange and Lu Mingfei's voices sounded almost at the same time, and Caesar and Chu Zihang immediately threw out the bamboo sword that was holding tightly in their hands.

Only then did the figures of the two warring reappear, firmly catching the bamboo sword thrown from behind them, and fighting again.

Compared to the speed at which their figures disappeared before, their speed was a little slower at this time, but it was still impossible to lock their eyes on.

The bamboo sword used for practice seemed to have turned into a blade that had been tempered for thousands of years, and the green that swept by

The color and shadow are like the brilliance of the stars and the moon, reflecting their eyes and making them chill behind them.

"Sword!"

"Sword!"

The old bamboo sword broke and fell, and the new bamboo sword caught and clashed again, and the confrontation between the two did not need to explain what moves and genres, everything had been integrated into their physical instincts, and each sword was an extremely powerful killing move.

Ange didn't use the spirit of words, and Lu Mingfei didn't use the prophecy spirit ability, and their confrontation was completely a competition between the quality of the dragon's blood body and the precipitation of combat experience.

No more reminding, Chu Zihang relied on his eyesight, and Caesar relied on his hearing, and both of them threw a new round of bamboo swords in time to change their weapons for the two warriors who were immersed in the battle.

"It's four times as normal, that's good."

Ange's skin turned red, and before he knew it, he had entered a state of "violent blood", the refined dragon blood boiling in his body, the cells rejuvenated, and he was greedily breathing in the fresh air, and the power flowed like water down his bones.

He has completely fallen into a disadvantage, Lu Mingfei opened and closed with a tricky and vicious attack that overwhelmed him, his second day first-class didn't even have a chance to attack, if it was a real sword, then his heart had been pierced at least three times.

Lu Mingfei also knew that he had completely the upper hand, and psychologically the two were the same age, but his combat experience was definitely far superior to that of Ange countless times;

Physically, his seventeen-year-old young body, which was strengthened by both the alien bloodline and the Emperor's Holy Radiance, was naturally superior to Angers' one-hundred-and-thirty-year-old body. ….

Even if they have dragon blood, most of them spend the rest of their lives in wheelchairs or in hospital beds, not to mention ordinary people who have no bloodline, and may already be sick and bald at the age of thirty or forty.

Ange, on the other hand, was able to fight the aliens on the battlefield under the impetus of the fire of revenge.

Admirable.

A piercing scream rang out in the air, and a dark shadow was rapidly approaching Ange!

"Smack!"

In a fraction of a second, Lu Mingfei and Ange staggered by, as if they had completed the exchange of positions, Caesar only felt a strong wind blowing in front of him, and when he came back to his senses again, Lu Mingfei's calm face was reflected in his dark blue eyes.

The bamboo sword in his hand had been broken, the fracture was densely burred, and the tear marks of the nylon rope and cowhide were clearly visible.

This bamboo sword is used as a sparring weapon because of its strong toughness, it will not cause much damage when hit, and it will only bend and crack when swung with strong force, but it will not break-

However, in the confrontation between the two S-class just now, these broken bamboo swords could be seen everywhere on the ground of the Gym.

Ange still maintained a sword side, and the other sword pulled out Snow Moonflower's counterattack stance—but the bamboo sword he used to block was broken, and a striking crimson mark appeared on his chest.

It was difficult to distinguish this trace from Angers' crimson body without looking closely, but he himself had really experienced this hot blow.

If I had changed to that "Pure Moon", my heart would have been cut off along with my body, right?

With such extreme speed and sharpness, anyone who shares a room with this child is like sitting on his blade, life and death are all in his thoughts.

A certain heir of Henkel who lost his head and Frost who had a broken arm are very convincing.

"It's a blade that has slain the next generation. Have you fully unleashed his bloodline and talent?"

Ange whispered to someone from the bottom of his heart.

He straightened up and simply threw away the bamboo sword in his hand, a helpless smile appeared on his face: "It seems that I have overspoken, these bamboo swords can still be used for a while."

"Yield, Headmaster Angers."

Lu Mingfei turned around and bowed slightly.

He didn't intend to deliberately lose the move, and the most basic respect for the fighter was to go all out.

Until now, except for Chu Zihang and Caesar, the others in the hall have not even been able to come back to their senses.

It was a battle beyond their vision, and they couldn't see their sword swinging from start to finish, even if they tried to keep their eyes open.

"Although I want to say that blue is better than blue, I obviously didn't teach you anything." Ange looked at the admiration and doting in Lu Mingfei's eyes and made no secret of it, "It seems that I can retire early, and I can rest assured that I will hand over the dragon slayer knife of the new era to you."

"You're kidding, Headmaster Angers." Lu Mingfei stared at Ange, "You're the kind of warrior who won't lay down his arms until his enemies have been thoroughly purified."

Ange was stunned for a moment, and then smiled with relief: "Ming Fei, are you really only seventeen years old?"

Some people applauded, first Chu Zihang, then Caesar. Their applause lifted their heads, like a bell that deafened the crowd.

There was a tidal wave of applause in the gym, and the students excitedly clapped their palms red, in order to dedicate the wonderful duel to these two S-ranks-

Although no one can see it clearly, there is no doubt that the winner of this matchup is Lu Mingfei.

No one could have predicted such a result, and for the first time, they saw the headmaster take off his clothes and look like he was fighting with all his might.

"One hundred and thirty-two years old in terms of mental age."

Lu Mingfei said seriously.

Ange smiled dumbly and patted Lu Mingfei lightly on the shoulder, "If only my biological age was seventeen like yours."

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