Lu Mingfei doesn’t want to be a superhero

Late night, Portofino, Italy.

The moonlight shines on the beach of the bay, and the waves are rolling. The old man, who is like a marble monument, stands in front of Lu Mingfei, with his back to the bright moonlight, his entire face hidden in the shadow, only his golden eyes are bright.

"Beowulf? A family of dragon slayers inherited from the mythical age?" Lu Mingfei was a little surprised. "I heard the principal mentioned you. Every generation of clan leaders is named after Beowulf."

Even among the secret party known for its iron-blooded nature, the Beowulf family is the absolute iron-blooded dragon slayer.

For thousands of years, the Beowulf family has been the most steadfast, bravest and cruelest dragon slayers. They adhere to the ancient family motto that every time a boy is born, he is fed a drop of dragon blood crystal, which is highly poisonous. substance. But only after passing the test of that deadly poison was the baby deemed useful by the family.

Before the execution department of Kassel College was established, the secret party's department responsible for carrying out the task of slaying the dragon was the execution team. Every member of the Beowulf family was a very important figure in the execution team. The contemporary patriarch in front of him was even more so back then. The leader of the action team, an outstanding battlefield commander and a fierce dragon slayer, is equivalent to Professor Schneider, the current head of the executive department. But compared with him, even Professor Schneider seems a little tender.

However, the principal once lamented that the contemporary Beowulf patriarch was fiercely opposed to the establishment of Kassel College by the Secret Party. He believed that real dragon slayers could not be cultivated on a moderate campus, and refused the principal's offer to serve as the first executive minister. Since then, he has only stayed in the secret party as a member of the elders, hunting dragons as a family organization, and only occasionally getting some modern weapons from the equipment department.

There were rarely more than ten people in the Beowulf family who qualified as "warriors" in history. It is said that there was even a situation where the Beowulf family had only one warrior in a certain generation, which was close to the end of the generation. However, the Beowulf family has been The status of the secret party has never wavered.

But what Lu Mingfei didn't quite understand was why Patriarch Beowulf came to find him.

Beowulf narrowed his eyes and looked at Lu Mingfei. A vertical line faintly appeared in his golden pupils - this is usually a vertical pupil feature that only appears on pure-blood dragons and high-level deadpools. It is a stable hybrid species. Golden pupils have the shape of a normal human being, but are golden in color.

"As an S-class, you should be more powerful," Beowulf's voice was as cold as a tombstone, "I heard Angers say that you killed a second generation with the weapon of the King of Bronze and Fire."

Without waiting for Lu Mingfei's answer, he snorted again: "Hmph, it seems that his academic theory is not without merit. In addition to the department called the Equipment Department, there are also some disgraceful ones in this school. Talents created.”

What is this old man talking to himself doing? Lu Mingfei couldn't help but twitch his lips.

"Um, Chief Beowulf, I'm actually from the Equipment Department," Lu Mingfei said sincerely.

Beowulf's majestic face stiffened slightly.

Lu Mingfei was keenly aware of this change, and he couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart - had the equipment department done something?

"Three days ago, Angers came to me and said that there was an outstanding young dragon slayer who needed the support of the Beowulf family in the Senate." Beowulf looked at Lu Mingfei, "You are Angers' recognized descendant. , I also had a relationship with your great ancestor Lu Shanyan, he was an excellent dragon slayer."

Lu Mingfei was hesitating whether to thank him for this "praise", when he heard Beowulf sigh: "It's just that his words and spirit are a little lacking. It's a pity that such a person is worthy of a 'Kama Weasel'."

Lu Mingfei:......

This old man doesn't seem to be very good at talking.

"Getting back to the subject, Angers asked me to support you in the Senate. Although his achievements in slaying dragons are undoubted, the Beowulf family only believes in their own judgment." Beowulf stared at Lu Mingfei, "Come and let me Let’s see what the young man who can kill the next generation is capable of.”

You've been doing this for a long time and you're here to fight? Lu Mingfei was stunned.

"No need, you are already old. If I accidentally hurt you, I really can't explain it to the principal." Lu Mingfei looked sincere, even a little embarrassed.

Beowulf's brows jumped. He couldn't remember how many years no one had dared to talk to him like this.

Being able to kill the next generation species really proves that Lu Mingfei's bloodline is extremely excellent and he is a well-deserved S-class. However, his greatest achievement is probably the Seven Deadly Sins of the King of Bronze and Fire. It is said that the seven swords were forged by the King of Bronze and Fire. Come out specifically to destroy your brothers and sisters.

As long as the weapon created to kill the monarch can be pulled out, it is not difficult to kill the next generation.

He, Beowulf, was also a born S-class hybrid, and had gone through the most rigorous training in the family. Even if Angers fought with him, the outcome would only be a 50-50 outcome.

It seemed that the young man in front of him was already a little arrogant because he had killed a first-generation offspring.

It's time to teach him a lesson and let him know that on the path of a dragon slayer, pride is a poison more deadly than dragon blood.

Beowulf stopped talking to Lu Mingfei, and took a deep and majestic breath. His body seemed to be inflated by this breath. His old wrinkles quickly smoothed out, and his muscles bulged exaggeratedly, stretching out his loose clothes. It was so tight that gray-white scales appeared on the areas of the skin that were not originally covered by scales.

In the blink of an eye, Beowulf changed from a hybrid with some dragon-like characteristics to a half-dragon with gray and white scales all over his body. He was more than two meters tall, and his blood-colored golden pupils drew a slender vertical mark. There are almost no mixed-race characteristics in him, and no one would doubt that he is Deadpool.

"Come, young man," Beowulf puffed up his chest muscles, and the harmonica on his breast pocket shone brightly. In this form, his voice was like a drum, and he did not sound old at all, "As long as you can snatch this harmonica away, I will openly support you in the Senate."

how? Are you a member of Team 7 competing for the bell with Kakashi? Lu Mingfei complained in his heart.

"It's not necessary. We are all dragon slayers. Peace is the most important thing. Fighting and killing will hurt harmony." Lu Mingfei scratched his head, "Actually, I don't even know that the principal has gone to find you, and I I’m not planning to attract any support, so why don’t you just pretend you’ve never been here? You see, it’s already getting so late, and I’m rushing back to bed…”

"You think you've never been here before?" Chief Beowulf grinned, "It seems that today's dragon slayers are indeed becoming more and more bloodless!"

"No," Lu Mingfei narrowed his eyes slightly, as if unintentionally, "It's just that I just said that I am not planning to solicit support. Even if you support me, it is of no use to me, so round it off. , there is no benefit to me from fighting this fight. The dragon slayer’s creed shouldn’t include meaningless fighting, right? Then why should I fight?”

"What do you mean?" Beowulf always felt that there was something in Lu Mingfei's words.

"Look, if we compete, there must be some luck, right? You are Principal Ange's old friend, the legendary dragon slayer, several generations older than me, so the luck... must be a little more than that of young people, right? "Lu Mingfei rubbed his hands with enthusiasm on his face.

"Haha, no wonder I felt something was wrong from just now. You are indeed a student of Angers. You are just as cunning as he was when he was young, no... even more cunning than him." The Beowulf patriarch said.

"Then look..." Lu Mingfei showed an expression that was half innocent and half unworthy of a beating.

"I agree," Beowulf stood proudly in the moonlight, his scales shimmering, "I make the decision. As long as you can win, I allow you to choose one of the three forbidden arts of the Beowulf family to learn."

"Forbidden technique?" Lu Mingfei was puzzled, "What is that?"

"Didn't Angers tell you about it?" Patriarch Beowulf asked, "Simply put, forbidden techniques are forbidden techniques similar to the 'black magic' in alchemy, but forbidden techniques are taboo techniques at the level of combat technology. Because of its huge danger, it is officially prohibited. Well... you know the 'Road to the Gods', right? That kind of technology can refine your bloodline in a short time and improve your bloodline, but it can easily get out of control. It is the most typical and common forbidden technique."

"In addition to the basic forbidden arts such as the Road to Gods, some powerful hybrid inheritance forces will also have some more powerful or special forbidden arts," Beowulf said, "You should know that in mythology Beowulf accomplished three major deeds - breaking the giant Grendel's arm with brute force and killing him, killing Grendel's mother the sea monster Banshee with his sword, and killing the fire dragon guarding the treasure."

"These three great achievements come from three different generations of Beowulf. They are the most outstanding dragon slayers of the Beowulf family. Each of them transcends the concept of S-class in the conventional sense."

"Each of these three ancestors created an extremely powerful forbidden technique and passed it down from generation to generation in the Beowulf family until now," Beowulf said, "If you can take away the harmonica, I will support you in the Senate, and if you can defeat me or get my approval, I will allow you to learn a forbidden skill passed down from Beowulf's family."

"I'll tell you a little bit. One of the three forbidden arts has the effect of allowing hybrids to obtain another word spirit, which is a double word spirit."

Lu Mingfei's eyes lit up - he was indeed very interested in the forbidden technique passed down from the Kamida family to this day.

"Then come on." Lu Mingfei was eager to give it a try.

"Wait, boy, what if you lose? What do you give?" Beowulf asked.

"You say whatever you want, I agree." Lu Mingfei said calmly.

Anyway, he was confident that he wouldn't lose. He didn't believe that Beowulf could be stronger than Professor Lizard. At worst, he would be waiting for Wolf Winter.

"Arrogant boy," Patriarch Beowulf exerted his strength with his legs, and the beach under his feet spread out like a cannonball. In the sky-high sand waves, his figure hit Lu Mingfei like a cannonball, "If you lose, then Go and keep the two children at my house!"

Although he didn't think that such a young S-class was his opponent, S-class was still S-class after all, and Beowulf didn't rely on it. When his body shape just changed, he had already undergone a bloodline refining before he could show what he is now. His body size - in other words, his current state is roughly equivalent to a violent bloodshed.

With his bloodline and the increase in bloodline refining, this punch should be enough to penetrate the concrete wall even without using the word spirit.

A palm covered with pitch-black scales gently caught the gray-white fist, as easily as catching a thrown orange.

The sand waves and dust dispersed, and Beowulf's eyes narrowed - standing in front of him was a ferocious figure that was a head shorter than him, also covered in scales, but its strength was no weaker than his.

It's just that the scales on this figure are all pitch black.

"You..." Beowulf showed surprise for the first time.

"Senior, it's just transformation, can't you do it too?" Lu Mingfei shrugged.

He has been hiding his dragon scale form before, because this look is too much like Deadpool, which may cause some unnecessary trouble, and people think that he is at risk of losing control of his bloodline.

Now that he has a keel state that won't change his appearance, it should be easier to hide.

But after hesitating for a moment, he still used the dragon scale form. If you want to say why... In terms of not being like a human being, the form of the Beowulf patriarch is not far behind him.

From a certain point of view, this makes his dragon scale state appear more reasonable - everyone is S-level, why is the form of Beowulf the patriarch stable, but the form of someone else is unstable? Isn't this a double standard?

If anyone felt that his dragon scale form was unstable, he would report it to the Beowulf clan leader, and everyone would be a grasshopper in the same boat.

"Ha! To use your Chinese idioms, today's young people are really formidable!" Chief Beowulf roared angrily, and his muscles expanded by three points again. Every time he punched, elbowed, or kneeled, he was shaking. The fierce wind enveloped Lu Mingfei like a heavy rain.

Lu Mingfei deflected Beowulf's attack and compared his own strength with that of his opponent.

In terms of skills, Patriarch Beowulf is obviously more sophisticated than him, but correspondingly, Patriarch Beowulf's strength is slightly weaker than him - before his last evolution, his dragon scale state was due to the fact that his bones could not bear the strength of his muscles. His strength is unable to explode at full strength, probably like the current Beowulf clan leader, but after this evolution has strengthened his bones, even if he does not enter the keel state, his bones can easily withstand the huge explosive force of his muscles.

From a certain perspective, his current dragon scale state is equivalent to releasing a "Bronze Throne" speech spirit.

The fierce collision lasted for about two minutes, leaving the beach in a mess with flying dust. The trunks of the two unlucky coconut trees that were affected were largely broken into powder, and the intact parts fell down.

Fortunately, it was the off-season for tourism, and the Beowulf patriarch had made some advance preparations, otherwise the news of the two men fighting would have attracted onlookers.

The black and gray figures separated, each adjusting their breathing.

Should he be called a legendary dragon slayer? Even the spirit of speech was not used, and the hand-to-hand combat with him was already beyond the reach of ordinary hybrids. Lu Mingfei calculated in his mind that if Senior Brother Chu and Caesar were placed in a bare-handed battlefield with weapons, it would be difficult for the two affected people to survive these two minutes.

In the last confrontation just now, the two people even caused a small air wave.

"Boy, I admit, I underestimated you a little," Beowulf took a deep breath, "It was just a warm-up, now I have to get serious, speak if you can't hold on anymore, don't get beaten to death!"

Lu Mingfei shrugged and signaled that Beowulf was fine.

A very small spirit realm unfolded from Beowulf's body, and under the moonlight his gray scales seemed to be plated with a layer of iron color.

Only the kind of word spirit that is used to strengthen oneself, the domain does not matter the size, it even only expands within the releaser's own body, and only slightly leaks out.

Coincidentally, Lu Mingfei was also familiar with this word spirit because he had used it before - the high-risk word spirit Immortal.

Unlike the Bronze Throne that can block bullets with its muscles, Immortal is also a word spirit that strengthens the body, but it is of a higher order and is powerful enough to punch through a titanium alloy plate and withstand most bullets.

The bones in Lu Mingfei's body made a slight explosion sound, and the dragon bones and dragon scales were superimposed on each other at the same time to form a whole.

The figure of Patriarch Beowulf, carrying an aura like a fighter jet flying close to the ground, crushed towards Lu Mingfei. The huge force left twisted traces in the air, and the body surface was distorted by the huge air friction. Produces high temperatures above one hundred degrees.

The next second, the Beowulf patriarch who released the "Immortal" flew upside down into the sea at an unprecedented speed, rolled all the way on the sea, pulled out a straight wave line, and finally crashed into the sea, setting off a large wave.