Lu Mingfei doesn’t want to be a superhero

Late night, Portofino, Italy.

Lu Mingfei slowly withdrew his punching stance and looked at the surging sea. He couldn't help but be a little worried - he wouldn't have accidentally injured the Beowulf clan leader, right?

In that case, it would be difficult for him to explain to the principal.

But it probably won't be... He has restrained some of his strength. The majestic Beowulf clan leader, with the blessing of "immortality", shouldn't be able to withstand this attack.

Just as Lu Mingfei was thinking about it, a huge wave exploded from the sea.

The gray-white figure in the waves flew out like an arrow, carrying awe-inspiring power!

If that figure was not swimming in the sea but running on the sea, it should be more powerful - although with the double blessing of bloodline refining and immortality, the physical fitness of the Beowulf patriarch has reached a level that can ignore some thermal weapons. But it's still not enough to walk on water.

But even so, the speed he swam in the water was extremely exaggerated, far exceeding that of an ordinary ferry, and he was back on the coast in the blink of an eye.

"Junior," Patriarch Beowulf stared at Lu Mingfei and took a breath, "Isn't your speech spirit manipulating ice? Didn't you just... use your speech spirit?"

Lu Mingfei's ice-controlling spirit is highly confidential, but the information is open to senior-level figures. Beowulf didn't go out of his way to learn more about Lu Mingfei, but at least he had seen his information files.

"Yes." Lu Mingfei nodded.

"You didn't use the word spirit to strengthen your physical fitness?" Patriarch Beowulf was still a little unbelievable.

"I don't have such a spirit of speech at all," Lu Mingfei said sincerely, "In terms of physical fitness... As an S-class hybrid, it makes sense for me to be stronger, right?"

Of course, if the dragon scale state and the dragon bone state are not counted as speech spirits - some scholars believe that the bronze throne, a speech spirit that directly strengthens the body, should be different from ordinary speech spirits and be classified as a "blood source seal". That is, the innate ability that is rooted deep in the blood.

From this perspective, his dragon scale state and dragon bone state are undoubtedly blood source engraved.

Beowulf, the patriarch, feels like his worldview is being challenged.

In the eyes of hybrids, S-class is unattainable, but as an S-class himself, he also knows many S-class hybrids, including some leaders from major forces in Asia and North America. Although they all have some inhuman qualities, However, they are not as exaggerated as Lu Mingfei.

Relying on flesh and blood to suppress the "immortality" of high-risk verbal spirits, how can this be a human being? Ordinary dragons can't handle it!

"Lu Mingfei, right? I agree with you. The previous agreement on the harmonica is invalid. I will support you in the elders meeting," the Beowulf patriarch said, "However, if you want to get the forbidden magic from the Beowulf family, you still have to It depends on your own abilities!"

After hesitating for a moment, the Beowulf clan leader decided to continue fighting - although he had already recognized Lu Mingfei from that punch, but if he just stopped fighting, the Beowulf family's reputation as a "dragon-bloodthirsty" would be lost. Where else to put it?

The "confrontation" just now has proved that the physical difference between him and Lu Mingfei is overwhelming. Lu Mingfei's casual punch can make his chest slightly dented. He needs to use the refined blood to bring Resilience allows for rapid healing.

So Patriarch Beowulf adjusted his breathing and decisively entered the second level of bloodline refining - in fact, to put it bluntly, it was another bloodline refining on the basis of bloodline refining.

Even those who master bloodline refining, very few can master the second level of bloodline refining, and for ordinary hybrids, the first level of bloodline refining is dangerous enough, and the second level of bloodline refining is simply enough to make you want to be a deadpool when you are tired of living. Have fun.

However, for the Beowulf patriarch, the cost of second-level bloodline refining is not high. His mental stability is equivalent to the seven sefirot of the Path of the Fire Sword. He has reached the limit of a hybrid and can ignore the first-level bloodline. The side effects of refining, and every male in the Beowulf family has a resistance far beyond that of ordinary mixed-race species because of the dragon blood crystal they took when they were young. Coupled with the family secrets, the second-level blood refining has a great impact on Beowulf. For the leader of the Wufu clan, the side effects are very limited.

The dragon's blood roared and spread in all directions in the body, and the full power seemed to overflow from the body. The external manifestation of this "overflow" was that the scales on the body of Chief Beowulf became thicker and sharper, and bone spurs shot out from his joints. Spread out, although "Immortal" cannot evolve, its power has also been significantly enhanced.

Beowulf stood under the moonlight and looked at Lu Mingfei. The high temperature of the dragon's blood evaporated the seawater on his body into mist: "I may not be able to stop in time in this state. Boy, you still have time to regret surrendering." .”

Lu Mingfei didn't speak, but slowly made a "please" gesture.

The figure of Patriarch Beowulf stirred up a waterfall of sand into the sky, and it seemed as if a hurricane was tearing between his fists and feet. If he were an ordinary hybrid, he would probably be knocked away by the compressed air before he was even touched.

Lu Mingfei raised his fist to meet him, and his two fists, one black and one white, collided together, making a sound like steel hammers clashing.

Neither of them used any complicated skills, they just fought with their fists, running over the beach like two crushers. Wherever they passed, the sun umbrellas, deck chairs and small tables left by tourists were scattered. Turn into powder.

Until a certain moment, Beowulf and Lu Mingfei suddenly reached a stalemate. Lu Mingfei opened his hand and held Beowulf's fist, and Beowulf also held one of Lu Mingfei's fists.

"Boy, I used the second-level refined bloodline and the immortality of the speech spirit, so that you can be on par with me. I admit that among the mixed-races of the same age that I know, except for Meineke Cassel, , there is no one better than you," Patriarch Beowulf stared at Lu Mingfei, "How many levels of blood refining did you use?"

"Bloodline refining? Oh yes, I almost forgot about this!" Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment, with an expression like "I actually forgot that I still have a skill left."

The next second, Beowulf saw ferocious bone spurs appearing on Lu Mingfei's body. The strength of his hands that were locked in a stalemate increased sharply, causing pain in his muscles and bones when they were squeezed.

"boom--"

A sound like a battering ram sounded, and Patriarch Beowulf used the same posture to fly backwards at a faster speed and a longer distance than last time, rolling on the sea and causing waves.

Lu Mingfei stood there, building an awning with his hands, trying to observe the situation of Chief Beowulf.

If he used Finbul's Winter, he could kill the Beowulf patriarch faster, but he didn't do that. There were too many monsters and monsters in Tony's world, and his physical fitness was not good enough. He had always been a mage. It is rare to get over the addiction of being a warrior. Now that I have finally met a suitable opponent, I naturally want to relax.

But the more important reason is that he has mirror eyes and can quickly copy the target's skills and knowledge, including combat skills.

In the initial battle, Beowulf's patriarch's fighting skills were obviously a level higher than his. It was the most practical fighting method honed by hundreds of years of life and death battles. But now, through the powerful eyes of the mirror, In terms of learning ability, his skills are already on par with the Beowulf patriarch.

Even if the forbidden technique is not counted, he has already made money in this battle.

The waves broke again, and Patriarch Beowulf walked on the water this time. After a few ups and downs on the water, a few waves exploded, and then he landed back on the beach.

"You... are very good," the Beowulf patriarch stared at Lu Mingfei, "you are qualified to witness the Beowulf family's forbidden magic."

"Wait a minute, are you planning to use forbidden magic here?" Lu Mingfei's eyes widened slightly, "Does the desire to win or lose have to be so strong?"

"Don't worry, members of the Beowulf family have cast a hypnotic alchemical matrix around here, so no one will find it easily." Chief Beowulf stretched his muscles. "I can only cast one forbidden technique, as long as you can survive it." If you don’t fall, I will count you as the winner.”

As he spoke, Chief Beowulf raised his arm, held it at his waist, and slowly stretched it, as if he was pulling out an invisible sword.

Following his movements, Lu Mingfei was keenly aware that the surrounding elements were converging towards the Beowulf patriarch. To be precise, they were converging towards his palm, and slowly condensed into a crystal-like entity. Under the moonlight colorful.

"The Beowulf family has three generations of legendary patriarchs. When they defeated giants, sea monsters, and red dragons, they used their own forbidden arts. These three forbidden arts have also been passed down in the form of myths." Patriarch Beowulf said solemnly, "In mythology, when Beowulf killed the sea monster and the succubus underwater, he used an indestructible sword to cut off the sea monster and succubus' head, but once this sword left On the surface of the water, the sword seemed to melt and disappear, leaving only the hilt."

"This is the forbidden technique left by the second legendary patriarch. He condenses the elements into weapons in his hands. Every time he swings it, it will trigger a small storm of elements on the target. It is called the 'Giant Sword'."

Patriarch Beowulf pulled out a twisted crystal sword from his waist. The sword had no edge and looked like countless crystal fragments spliced ​​together. It was rough and wild, glowing with colorful light.

Chief Beowulf slowly pointed his sword at Lu Mingfei: "Surrender, young man, losing to me is not a shame."

Lu Mingfei looked thoughtfully at the long sword in the hands of the Beowulf patriarch, and slowly assumed a posture similar to his before, as if he was about to pull out a sword that did not exist from his waist.

Chief Beowulf looked puzzled: "Young man, what are you doing...what the fu*k!"

As Lu Mingfei drew his sword, a brilliant sword of elements gathered in his palm. Different from the crystal-like state in the hands of the Beowulf patriarch, the sword in Lu Mingfei's hand seemed to be the gathering of countless flowing lights. If anything, although it is very different in nature, in appearance, this sword is very similar to Asgard's Rainbow Bridge in terms of color and shape, but it is countless times smaller.

Waving his sword casually, Lu Mingfei nodded: "It's interesting. It's more powerful than many alchemy weapons. No... maybe even stronger than Brother Chu's Murasame and Brother Caesar's Dictado. Although it doesn't have a domain, But this kind of chop is equivalent to the power of detonating a small bomb, it is basically a Jun Yan in your hand..."

"You, you, you, you, you, you..." Patriarch Beowulf has never stuttered like this in his life. Even when he was five years old and was a candidate for the next generation of patriarch, he was discovered by his parents wetting the bed. I've never been so excited now.

"Come on, senior!" Lu Mingfei stood with a sword, one hand behind his back, looking like a master - this was not an act. Ever since he had the Silver Sword, he had been practicing swordsmanship hard, and now he has learned a lot. become.

Chief Beowulf had no intention of attacking at all. He wanted to stab himself first to see if he was awake or if he was possessed by some kind of illusion or speech spirit.

"How, how did you do it? This is a forbidden technique of the Beowulf family! Only two people in the entire family, including me, master it!"

"Is it difficult?" Lu Mingfei scratched his head, "Didn't you just explain the principle? If you know the principle, it won't be difficult to do it, right?"

"What do you mean it's not difficult to do it if you know the principle?! Without the secret skills of the Beowulf family, how could you, a hybrid, control the elements without using the spirit of speech! And how did you arrange the elements into a stable form! This was back then That patriarch tried thousands of times before he did it!" Patriarch Beowulf felt like he was going crazy. Ever since he met Lu Mingfei, his worldview was constantly being refreshed.

"Hmm... maybe it's because I'm an alchemist, so I have an advantage in this area?" Lu Mingfei thought for a moment and said seriously, "But to be a bit immodest, I think it may also be because I'm a peerless genius. .”

Beowulf:…

Damn genius! At a glance, you can recreate the "Giant's Sword", a forbidden technique that has been passed down by my family for thousands of years. What the hell do you call this a genius? !

Lu Mingfei didn't know what Beowulf was thinking, but his family knew his own affairs, and he knew very well how he learned the giant's sword - no one else but the mirror.

The Giant Sword is essentially just a skill. Since it is a skill, it can be learned by Jingtong.

Although the Giant Sword he learned is not as stable as Patriarch Beowulf's, after more practice, Lu Mingfei believes that he will soon reach or even surpass the level of Patriarch Beowulf.

"Chief, do you think the battle is not over yet?" Lu Mingfei looked eager, "We both have giant swords, and there will definitely be no winner in the fight. Do you think... you use another forbidden technique?"

Beowulf:…

Can I use another one?

I'll use one more, and you'll learn another one!

Beowulf, the cold-blooded butcher who had slain countless dragons, felt a little wronged for the first time in his life.

"Why fight? If we don't fight, let's break up! Let's break up!" Chief Beowulf threw the giant's sword behind him, turned around and left.

The Giant's Sword fell into the sea and disintegrated instantly, turning into an elemental storm and exploding into sky-high waves. The water surged up into the sky and then fell like rain. Countless sea fish that were affected fell freely.

"Hey, don't! You are a dragon bloodthirsty, how can you give up so easily?" Lu Mingfei hurriedly caught up, threw his giant sword into the sea, and exploded a batch of unlucky sea fish.

Lu Mingfei followed Beowulf and persuaded him as he walked: "Senior, think about it, which of our dragon slayers is not a seven-foot man who throws his head and sheds blood? Which senior would give up easily when encountering an enemy? ?Although we are not enemies, we must take our discussions seriously..."

Patriarch Beowulf has returned to the way he was when they first met. He looked at Lu Mingfei with a pale face and almost gritted his teeth and said, "You win this game."

"Then my reward..." Lu Mingfei blinked.

"After the elder meeting, come to my house to pick it up!" Patriarch Beowulf dropped these words and strode away. His back was still upright under the moonlight, but he looked a little embarrassed for some reason.

Looking at the back of Patriarch Beowulf, Lu Mingfei hesitated for a moment and shouted considerately: "Don't bother me. How about you demonstrate it on the spot? Maybe I can learn it directly? It's easier this way!"

Beowulf stumbled and almost fell on the beach.

…

Early in the morning, in a forest near Rome and the Vatican.

A black off-road vehicle with no model and no license plate was driving on a straight road between trees. The width of the road was almost the same as the width of the car - it's not that the road was narrow, it was mainly that the car was too wide. Even if this kind of car had a license plate , and will not be allowed on the road.

In the car, Chu Zihang drove as the driver, Norma acted as the navigator, and Lu Mingfei and Ange sat in the back seat.

"What happened that night when Beowulf came to see you?" Angers looked at Lu Mingfei in confusion, "Why did I ask him about his opinion of you later and he said that you were a talent? , and at the same time have deep resentment towards you?"

"Hmm..." Lu Mingfei pondered for two seconds, with a simple look on his face, "I don't know."

Angers:…

The unknown car produced by the equipment department turned a corner, and the dense forest suddenly dispersed, revealing a large piece of grass in front of them. In the center of the grass was parked a small castle, or a castle-like church. Several cars were already parked at the door of the church.

"Okay," Angers said, "get out of the car, we're at the Elders' Council."

Lu Mingfei nodded and mentioned the seven deadly sins before getting out of the car.