Dragon Raja: Lu Ming insists on ruling for all eternity

Chapter 52 The Incomplete Dragon King

Listening to Anthony's sobbing voice on the phone, Frost began to suspect that Anthony's Yale law degree might have been bought with money and connections.

He clearly arranged for the other party to conduct an investigation at Kassel College, so how did they discover a Black King?

According to Eastern proverbs, this is completely unrelated.

However, the other party was personally selected by him, and was a member of the Gattuso family.

Therefore, faced with this situation, Frost pronounced the other party's future as a death sentence in an almost icy tone.

"I sent you to the academy to investigate Angers, not the Black King."

"Do you get me?"

Anthony watched as two dark figures intertwined in the distance, the shockwaves even overturning a nearby artificial hill.

"I know," he replied instinctively, his throat bobbing.

But before he could speak and tell the whole story, the receiver went dead.

Frost hung up the phone.

Seeing this, Anthony broke out in a cold sweat and quickly pressed the keypad on his phone, trying to call back, but all he got was a string of annoying static.

"Your Excellency! Look!" A subordinate grabbed his arm and pointed into the distance.

Anthony, who was trying to dial again, subconsciously looked up and saw the two combatants in the distance collide again, their shadows and white light flashing and emitting a dazzling light.

Anthony felt a blinding white light before his eyes, as if he had been hit by a flashbang, and it took him a while to be able to see things clearly.

The garden was in complete disarray; the artificial hill had collapsed, and most of the water in the pond had evaporated, leaving only a few goldfish, on the verge of dying of thirst, hopping around.

The black and white figures have disappeared from the campus.

Anthony's eyesight returned to normal, and he looked at his phone, ready to call Mr. Frost again. However, despite his blurry vision, he still saw the words "No Signal" displayed in the upper right corner of the phone.

"Fuck!" he couldn't help but curse.

The intense battle between the two sides must have caused the magnetic field disturbance, destroying the nearby telecommunications tower. Now, if we want to send information to the outside world, we can only do so via wired communication.

Ignoring his subordinates who were staggering around him, he limped towards the nearby school building to find a phone. But at that moment, BOOM! A white, high-speed shadow flashed past him, crashed heavily to the ground, and slid down a huge ditch before finally stopping after hitting a rockery.

Anthony swallowed hard; what had just happened had almost brushed past him.

If he had been just half a step off, his fate would probably have been no better than that of the shadow.

"Why are you stopping me? I just want to find my brother!" a childish voice rang out.

Anthony suddenly froze, because a dark shadow quietly appeared beside him.

And he was finally able to see the true face of this unknown being who might be the Black King.

Beneath the menacing black armor was a body whose outline could barely be discerned as human. With each breath, the armor seemed to expand and contract naturally, as if it were a living being.

Lu Mingfei walked past Anthony without even glancing at the plenipotentiary representative of the board of directors. He had only one goal in mind: the Dragon King in front of him.

Although the other party looks like a little boy, it doesn't mean he will show mercy.

"If you don't know where my brother is, please don't stop me."

The boy in white stared at Lu Mingfei stubbornly and spoke as if he were a child throwing a tantrum.

"No, you can't go anywhere today." Lu Mingfei slowly shook his head, his voice deliberately disguised to ensure that no one would associate him with him.

Previously, just a few drops of what appeared to be the Dragon King's blood were enough to help him break through to the peak of S-rank.

Now that he has a complete Dragon King body, what kind of changes will it bring him?

Of course, if the other party obediently surrenders, that's fine. But if they want to resist, then he wouldn't mind doing what those legendary dragon slayers would do.

Bathing in dragon's blood grants immortality.

Anthony watched this scene nervously, his throat bobbing. He stood frozen in place, unsure whether to advance or retreat.

"Since you insist on stopping me, then don't blame me for being impolite." The boy in white shook his head and chanted softly.

An invisible domain unfolded.

The entire Kassel campus was shrouded in a powerful incantation.

Those whose bloodline is not higher than that of the user of the Word of Power cannot use it at all, and at this moment, this Word of Power has been broken.

The various elements in the air began to become active, with fire being the most intense. They cheered and jumped for joy, as if celebrating the return of the king.

In that instant, the white-clad boy's aura surged infinitely, and the previously evenly matched situation was quietly broken.

He stepped forward, and the iron elements in the soil quickly gathered in mid-air, turning red rapidly under the high temperature, condensing together, and finally transforming into a rough longsword.

"Come on! Let's fight! Our battles have always been bloody!" The boy in white roared, a voice beyond his years.

Facing the roar head-on, Anthony was so frightened that he lost consciousness and collapsed to the ground.

Lu Mingfei stood up and stepped past him without even glancing at him, calmly speaking:

"I can handle you with just one hand."

"Arrogant!" the boy in white roared, his eyes gleaming with golden light.

He rose and flashed past like a blur, his longsword slashing down fiercely.

when!

Lu Mingfei held up the newly formed black longsword in one hand and parried the attack with perfect precision.

Clang clang...

Seeing that his first strike had failed, the boy in white swung his sword several more times. The sound of the swords clashing was as crisp as the forging of iron. And with each strike, the originally rough longsword gradually solidified into a tangible form.

He's using my weapon to forge a sword?!

Lu Mingfei looked at himself being mocked like this, and a cold light shone in his eyes.

Today! Even the Dragon King!

You must stay!

His body suddenly doubled in size, reaching nearly 3 meters in height, making him look like a small giant. The longsword he held in his hand was now as wide as a door.

when!

The giant sword slammed down. Caught off guard, the boy in white was smashed into the ground, sword and all.

In an instant, everything became quiet.

Then... Lu Mingfei's heart skipped a beat. He moved the giant sword aside, and saw that the white-clad boy was nowhere to be seen in the deep hole he had just smashed. The other party had actually used this opportunity to escape through the earth!

Seeing that he had been tricked like this, Lu Mingfei's eyes turned dangerous.

He felt it was necessary to teach this ill-mannered younger brother a lesson on behalf of the other brother.

He looked up and saw a slight, unusual bulge in the ground not far away.

Then, like an octopus, countless tentacles sprouted from beneath him, and he swung them around violently.

He was then thrown down like a cannonball.

The giant sword slammed into the earth, and an invisible shockwave spread outwards.

But this time, no sound came.

Lu Mingfei drew his greatsword again, now stained with blood.

They escaped? He frowned.

However, at that moment, the third-generation specimen in the garden not far away suddenly moved.

not good!

The vice principal, who had been secretly watching from a distance, suddenly slapped his thigh.

As a master alchemist, he knew all too well how much this intact specimen could help newly awakened dragons. While it couldn't restore them to their peak condition instantly, it would at least help them get through this awkward period of weakness.

What consequences will a newly awakened Dragon King regaining his power bring...?

He thought of ancient cities that had disappeared in history due to natural disasters, and the most recent one was the Tunguska event at the beginning of the last century.

Legend has it that a Dragon King used apocalyptic-level incantations behind that.

The vice principal broke out in a sweat when he thought of the world-destroying words that were among the last few in the periodic table of word spirit sequences.

Just then, a rustling sound suddenly came from the bushes near where he was hiding.

The vice principal, who was already on edge, pounced and pinned the dark figure that was just emerging from the bushes to the ground.

It was clear that even though he was incredibly old by human standards, the roaring, boiling dragon blood still kept the power flowing within him.

Before his fist, as big as a sandbag, could strike, the man being pinned down cried out, "Have mercy! Vice Principal, have mercy! It's me! It's me!"

Hearing that familiar voice, the vice principal's fist finally stopped in mid-air.

He pulled the person beneath him up in confusion; it was Fingel, who had just gotten separated from the board of directors' review panel.

What are you doing here?

"Where else could I be? Vice Principal, what on earth happened?!" Fingel said, his face filled with lingering fear. "I just took a nap and slacked off a bit, how did such a huge mess occur at the academy?"

"How would I know? The one who started this..." the vice principal said guiltily.

Although his bloodline level was comparable to Angers', he was far from possessing the other's extraordinary abilities.

After all, in his early years, relying on the suppression of other spiritual words by the precepts and the strengthening of his body by the dragon blood, this cowboy was invincible. He always drank the strongest liquor and went to see the moon with the prettiest girls.

But before he could lift the ban, the Dragon King had already broken it. Was he supposed to send this nearly 100-year-old man to his death?

Moreover, isn't there still an unknown, mysterious black-armored figure fighting against the Dragon King? It's just that it's not yet clear whether he's friend or foe.

Let's wait and see, until the situation becomes clearer, before he, the vice-principal, steps in to clean up the mess. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

Just then, Fingel's sudden shout from the side disrupted the vice principal's thoughts. He rushed forward and covered the troublesome fellow's mouth: "What are you yelling about? If you keep yelling, our location will be exposed!"

The vice principal shouted in exasperation, but Fingel simply pointed ahead.

"It's just fighting the Dragon King, what's so great about it..." The vice principal looked in the direction he was pointing, but swallowed the last few words back halfway through his sentence.

The spot where the three-generation specimen statue had once stood was now completely empty. Strangely enough, the pond where the statue had been suddenly boiling, with plumes of white steam rising up, as if something terrifying was about to emerge from the water.

In some low-budget horror films, this can even serve as the entrance scene for the main villain.

Such a significant disturbance could not possibly go unnoticed by Lu Mingfei.

He dragged the massive sword, which resembled a door panel, to the pond.

Due to the high temperature, the various small fish in the pool had long been steamed until they were half-cooked, turning reddish on the surface of the water.

With the help of the armor he wore, which was made of black fluid, he could clearly sense the changes in the elements around him.

The fire element has now been completely condensed in this pond, and its density is so high that even the surrounding temperature has risen considerably.

Just as the water in the pond was about to evaporate, a white light suddenly appeared.

The longsword struck Lu Mingfei's parrying black greatsword with perfect precision.

However, this time the two sides did not collide evenly, but the east wind completely overwhelmed the west wind.

The black greatsword was easily cleaved in two at the waist.

The upper half of the sword, which had slid off, turned into a black fluid the moment it hit the ground and merged back into Lu Mingfei's body.

But this was far from over. Lu Mingfei could clearly feel a burning sensation attached to the returning part.

This is the authority that belongs to the King of Bronze and Fire.

"I've said it before, our battles will always be bloody!"

In the pond, the boy in white stood up; his appearance and physique were different from before.

The third-generation specimen had completely merged with him, with layers upon layers of jet-black scales covering his body, and even more ferocious horns growing on his head.

He slowly walked out—no, more accurately, flew out of the pond.

Suddenly, two enormous magical wings unfurled from his back, stirring up the wind elements in the air and suspending him in mid-air. He looked both eerie and strangely beautiful, like a fallen angel from legend.

"This is the fate of the outcasts!" The boy's voice was filled with sorrow, then tinged with rage. "My name is Constantine, say your name!"

But what answered him was a whooshing sound as it cut through the air.

Lu Mingfei reassembled the giant sword.

This time, it will be stronger, sharper, and invincible.

The greatsword and the longsword clashed dozens of times at such a speed that only afterimages could be seen passing each other.

As the two exchanged words, inexplicable chanting arose from all around Constantine.

Lu Mingfei felt as if his entire body was being burned by fire, and the giant sword that had just been formed seemed powerless to support him.

The scales of victory tipped once again.

"not enough."

Lu Mingfei said calmly.

"What's not enough!" Constantine's ferocious face flashed beneath the scales.

"Your strength, or to put it more simply, your authority, power, and domain."

"That's not enough. You shouldn't be a first-generation being of incomparable nobility, one of the legendary four kings."

"You seem to be incomplete."

Lu Mingfei's voice was very calm, as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with either of them.

"You're right, I am indeed incomplete." Constantine's sinister laughter rang out, and it seemed that after devouring this third-generation being, his mind had undergone some imperceptible changes. "But for you! That's enough!"

He swung his longsword, this time aiming it directly at Lu Mingfei's head.