Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei returns from Warhammer

"Bang bang bang bang!"

The dazzling gun flames illuminated the bright red Blood of Saint Lesbos on the gun body, while the hot temperature was also burning Chu Zihang's clothes and skin.

But he didn't realize it. He tried his best to control the shocking recoil of the bolt pistol and fired four times in a row.

The sound of gunfire drowned out the sound of rain, and four metal storm bombs came out.

Long Ma curled his lips in disdain, feeling quite disdainful and contemptuous of Chu Zihang's behavior of taking out a firearm during the swordsmanship competition.

But Chu Zihang was not Japanese, so he didn't have to worry about talking to Ryoma about Bushido.

Moreover, his attack also belonged to the "gun-drawing posture" of "Qi Family Sword Technique". He was shocked when he first read it, but after thinking about it carefully, it was in line with General Qi's outstanding and innovative weapons and military talents.

Lu Mingfei also often taught him to use bolt guns more often in battles and let the Emperor's Wrath purify the aliens and heretics.

Ryoma changed his posture, and Sakura's target changed from Chu Zihang to the four explosive bombs that flew through the rain curtain.

The light of the sword flashed, and he instantly cut open these thumb-thick, dark explosive bombs with sharp slashes - it would be too wishful thinking to try to kill the "Dragon Horses" of the Fierce Ghosts with this little trick.

He wanted to grin and taunt Chu Zihang, but a black rainstorm suddenly broke out in front of him——

Hundreds of sharp metal shrapnel burst out from the four bombs he cut open!

Ryoma's expression changed slightly, and it was too late to raise his sword and slash, let alone release the spirit of speech.

He could only turn sideways hastily, using his solid back and arms covered with gray-white scales to protect his vitals.

After the incident at Sacred Heart Maria Hospital, Lu Mingfei asked the equipment department to find a way to increase the power of the metal storm bombs, and the group of explosion geniuses readily agreed.

As for how it was enhanced - just like the normal Astartes don't know how the Mechanicus made the Terminator power armor, Lu Mingfei didn't know and didn't ask.

Judging from the final product, the equipment department is worthy of being the department that can convert signal flares into micro rockets——

With a muffled sound, each piece of metal shrapnel cut into the body of the dragon and horse like a ferocious drill, and black blood covered the broken scales and spattered everywhere.

"Bang bang bang——"

Seeing that the bolt gun attack was effective, Chu Zihang emptied the bolt bombs in the magazine in one breath, then immediately dropped the bolt pistol and launched a charge with Murasame.

He took a deep breath, and the golden spirit flowing in his eyes became more intense. His eyes focused on Ryoma surrounded by black metal shrapnel, and everything in the world seemed to come into view clearly.

His body began to undergo a radical change from this moment on.

The blood rushes through the blood vessels like a river after the ice has thawed. Every cell is breathing wildly and with all its strength like spring buds. Endless power is transmitted silently along the muscles and meridians.

He was "bloody".

…

"The Secret Techniques of the Lionhearts."

Angers put a simple and worn-out notebook on the table. The tea in the bone china cup reflected the bright sunshine outside the sky window.

"Do you want me to hand it over to Lu Mingfei?"

Chu Zihang glanced at it lightly, and saw classical words like musical notes written on the blue-grey cover of the notebook:

Release the lion heart.

"You can give it to him, but I don't think he needs it. He is a lion himself."

Ange smiled and picked up the bone china cup, tasting the rich aroma of Wuchang Mountain Dahongpao in the cup, "I'm going to give it to you."

"Unleash the heart of a lion...what does that mean?"

Chu Zihang's eyes fell back on the cover of the notebook.

"If there is a lion hidden in the dragon blood within us..."

Angers put down the porcelain cup and spoke slowly.

Why is it a lion again...why not use another metaphor? This is not the African savanna. Tigers, elephants, polar bears, anything else will do, but no more lions.

Even Chu Zihang couldn't help but complain silently in his heart.

"Then if we are willing to untie the rope that binds the lion, we can gain its power."

"...and we are the rope itself?"

Chu Zihang asked tentatively.

"Yes, this is a technology that uses spiritual means to instantly improve the purity of blood and gain huge power. We call it - 'violent blood'."

"This is also the meaning of the secret party Lionheart Society - the society that releases the heart of the lion."

"What's the price?"

Chu Zihang's heart beat slightly, but he was not too excited.

Months of prayer and contemplation had made his state of mind calmer—more paralyzed, one might say.

"You should know about Deadpool, right? It seems like you secretly made up the lessons."

"Is the price of gaining power the price of becoming that kind of alien?"

Chu Zihang frowned.

"Bloodshed is indeed a dangerous technique of exceeding the critical blood limit in order to gain power. But will it degenerate into an alien... um, I mean Deadpool."

"The control still lies with oneself - it is not that you lose your mind and fall because you cross the critical blood limit, but you lose your mind and cross the critical blood limit and fall."

"As for the specific explanation, you'd better read this notebook slowly by yourself."

Angre drank the mellow tea in the cup in one gulp.

"Why give it to me?"

After a while, Chu Zihang asked softly.

"Because you need strength...or we all need strength to face those noble 'powers' themselves."

Ange leaned down and stared at Chu Zihang with his clear eyes that had seen through hundreds of years of vicissitudes:

"I really like what you said in class the day before yesterday...then why don't you give it a try?"

"Although as a highly respected educator, I shouldn't encourage students to do such dangerous things...but we are all Avengers, classmate Chu Zihang."

He said softly, his eyes seeming to follow Chu Zihang's heart back to that dark rainy night.

There was a thunderous explosion, and Chu Zihang sang the high and ancient syllables, but his speed was several times faster than before.

It sounds like sacred and solemn opera singing fast-forwarded into street singing and dancing rap.

Different from the visually stunning fireball bombing, this time, Yan Ling Jun Yan unfolded an invisible realm.

The high temperature spread out within a radius of 1.5 meters with Chu Zihang as the center. The temperature in the area skyrocketed instantly, and the pouring rain was immediately vaporized when it touched the high temperature area.

He approached Ryoma with the high temperature, and the water flow along the way was quickly dried. Although Ryoma was a little uncomfortable, he was already ready for the attack.

He dodged the second round of bolt shots, and he was not stupid enough to continue to take this attack that was as powerful as a grenade.

At the same time, he also released his speech spirit.

Yan Ling. Moment.

Serial number 72, a word spirit known for its speed.

Enhanced acceleration level 3, 8 times faster!

Long Ma's speed increased dramatically, and he stepped into Chu Zihang's high-temperature realm. The high temperature baked the wounds on his back, and his powerful self-healing ability was greatly slowed down.

But he only has Chu Zihang in his eyes!

He swung his sword at Chu Zihang, and this time he wanted to kill the opponent with absolute power and speed.

The light of the sword overshadowed the heavy rain!

Iai Slash, Leaf Falling Heart, Lion Appearance, Sakura Release God...

The speed at which Ryoma's blade was swung down had torn the air apart, and the sharp and piercing roar shattered the rain outside Jun Yan's domain. The water mist was dried quickly, and a hot place appeared between the two.

Chu Zihang's body was constantly bleeding, and the fine and sharp knife energy tore open wounds on his body one after another.

"Setsuna", a speedy word spirit, is different from Jun Yan. If Jun Yan is a PVE monster clearing skill, then Setsuna is a top weapon in PVP.

Chu Zihang felt calm in his heart. The physical increase brought to him by the "violent blood" still couldn't keep up with Long Ma's speed - it was still not enough.

Then there will be bloodshed for the second time!

"!"

The severe pain caused Long Ma to pause for a moment while wielding the sword, and the temperature in Chu Zihang's field increased again!

"Does this guy still have some energy left?"

Longma could feel the opponent's power suddenly surge again, and the iron-green scales in the shape of a sword and shield quickly emerged from under Chu Zihang's skin and grew into shape.

Those golden eyes were like two erupting volcanoes, with golden lava surging wildly.

Five hundred degrees... six hundred degrees... eight hundred degrees!

The temperature in the Junyan domain has soared to the normal Junyan fire ball temperature. The asphalt under the feet of the two people melted rapidly, and the flesh and blood on the injured area behind Ryoma seemed to be burning.

"What technology is this?"

Ryoma's eyes were fierce, and his teeth were gritted and strengthened again - the fourth level of the moment, 16 times the speed!

But Long Ma's first sword, which was increased by 16 times, failed to land. He only heard Chu Zihang roaring, like the roar of an angry beast——

No, Chu Zihang has already completed the release of Yan Ling and Jun Yan!

Under the improvement brought by the second violent blood, the complicated dragon syllable chanting when releasing the word spirit was quickly compressed by Chu Zihang, so that all the combined syllables added up to the Chinese syllable "break".

The orange-red light quickly covered up the golden color in Ryoma's eyes - "Boom!"

Ryoma took a shot of Jun Yan face to face, and was blown away by the terrifying impact of the explosion.

Chu Zihang's heart was beating violently, and a violent emotion rose from the depths of his blood, trying to occupy his mind and turn him into a unconscious killing machine.

"I am a human being, I am a little weak;"

"But I am a devout warrior. Being weak means death... I will crush my own weakness with incomparable pride and faith..."

He kept reciting prayers of strength in his heart to strengthen his beliefs and not be affected by the killing emotions.

At the same time, he raised his sword and launched a final charge towards Ryoma. Murasame's blade was as red as blood, and the flames burned brightly.

There was only a vague afterimage left in the air. With the power of the second violent blood attack, his body speed actually accelerated to nearly four times the speed of an instant!

"What kind of monster is this... No, what kind of power is that!"

"It can actually make his strength increase so fast!"

Ryoma had a desire to retreat in his heart. His white-gray dragon scales were burnt black, and the scales in many places were blown to bits, exposing severely burned muscles.

"You have to get out of here first...!"