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 select a few good seedlings to give a friendly practical lesson, but now there is one more outstanding person 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 this 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,

The grand mission of saving 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 only been seen in books and stories for decades is undoubtedly the focus of the story, and 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 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 does not want to understand 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's worth using him as a whetstone to experience the opponent's blood-stained coldness.

"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 fire cloud. It is the war between the country of yakshas and the country of tigers. As Angers moves his shoulders and stretches his muscles, the cinnabar-red yakshas and indigo tigers seem to be alive.

They came over, grabbed each other's throats, bit with sharp teeth, and struck with hammers carrying thunder and lightning, their murderous intent was vividly depicted.

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

If Minamoto is here, she may be able to recognize this "Rage of the Worlds" tattoo, 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 with blood all over his body. Under the original exquisite suit

The hidden heart of the liger became completely agitated.

He silently traveled through the torrent of time, played thousands of different 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 those people who had sacrificed one after another in front of him, whether they were fighting brothers or fighting slaves, or even those who were willing to stay and wait to die because of their physical disability and unwilling to be dragged down during the rescue.

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 status, 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 words and spirits and other powers, just compete with physical skills and sword skills."

In Fingel's words, the principal's Spirit Time. Zero is the kind that specializes in PVP, and is in a different category from the "Jun Yan" that Chu Zihang uses to clear monsters.

If Angers 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 the cart with the bamboo sword over here."

Angers said to Caesar behind him who looked normal.

"This batch of practice bamboo swords is made from Chinese Guizhu that is more than five years old. It is roasted for 15 days, and then the pieces are selected, weighted, corrected, planed and polished to get perfect bamboo pieces. Then they are made of high-quality cowhide and nylon.

The rope wrapping is completed and it is very tough." Angers turned his swords and said, "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 nature of ordinary Japanese swords would be difficult to cause effective damage to these things.

"The main focus of studying Japanese Kendo in my freshman year is to lay the foundation and specialize in the delicate sword fighting against people. In my sophomore and junior years, I will have 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 begin, Principal."

Lu Mingfei leaned forward slightly, holding the bamboo sword in his hand tightly, 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 to 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.

In their hands, the bamboo swords they used for practice seemed to have turned into sharply sharpened blades, 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 were given. 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, which is good."

Ange's skin turned red, and he had unknowingly entered a state of "violent blood". 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 physiologically, 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 have been riddled with ailments and become bald in their thirties or forties.

However, Angers was able to fight aliens on the battlefield driven by the fire of revenge.

Admirable.
To be continued...