Dragon Raja: Lu Ming insists on ruling for all eternity

Chapter 35 They're really courting death!

The arrival of the student council undoubtedly brought this hastily arranged dinner to a climax.

The student council members, dressed in black formal attire, stood in the courtyard, clearly separated from the Lionheart Club members, who were dressed in casual clothes.

However, even though the student council president Caesar personally led a group to visit, the owner of this place, Lu Mingfei, the patriarch of the Chusheng Sect, still did not show up.

With no other option, Fingel, the elder of the First Saint Sect personally appointed by him, could only step forward to appease both sides.

"Chairman, our patriarch is extremely busy and has just arrived here... Yes, he hasn't adjusted to the time difference yet," Fingel explained in broken Chinese.

Although Caesar in front of him still had a smile on his face, he could already sense a hint of anger hidden beneath that smile.

After all, the leaders of the two major clubs in the academy have come to the scene. Even though you, Lu Mingfei, are an S-level, you don't need to put on such an air.

It wasn't until Fingel spoke that Caesar looked at him properly.

"Fingal, what are you doing here?"

"I am now an elder of the First Holy Sect, Fingel," Fingel said modestly.

At this moment, one of the student council officers asked in confusion, "Why do I remember you being in the student council too?"

"Uh..." Fingel smiled awkwardly upon hearing this.

He stayed at the college for so long that he even forgot he had ever been a member of the student council.

In other words, there is no older member in the entire student council than him now.

Caesar's expression darkened.

This was the first time he had ever learned that Fingel, the most popular person in the school, was actually in their student council, which made him feel extremely ashamed.

Fortunately, the other party had already joined the Initial Saint Sect, which solved a problem for him.

"It's alright, we'll wait," Caesar said.

Although the main person in question was not present, the banquet would still continue.

The courtyard was divided into two parts, with the student council and the Lionheart Society each occupying half.

However, compared to the Lionheart Club members' ease and confidence, the student council members, dressed in formal attire, seemed somewhat overwhelmed by the self-service barbecue.

The expensive, handcrafted gowns hampered their movements, and they couldn't sit on the ground and feast like the Lionheart gang of roughnecks.

In the end, it was Chairman Caesar who set an example by standing in front of the barbecue grill, enduring the smoke and flames, despite his tall and expensive custom-made suit.

Gradually, more student council members began to follow his example, and the two clubs slowly began to interact. After all, they had a common topic at the moment, which was talking about the new S-class students behind their backs.

After having a common "enemy," even the opposing sides started to look more agreeable.

As the only elder of the Initial Saint Sect, Fingel was busy running back and forth between Chu Zihang and Caesar, playing both sides like a spinning top being tossed around.

However, the peaceful atmosphere did not last long, as one of the student council members got into an argument with one of the Lionhearts.

They had a long-standing feud, and the fact that they didn't immediately start fighting when they met this time was already a great show of respect to both of their leaders.

Now, in such close proximity, a small friction quickly ignited a fire, and they began to push each other.

This shoving had serious consequences. Seeing their companion being bullied, the Lionheart Club and the Student Council immediately abandoned their previous friendly facade and began to confront each other.

Caesar and Chu Zihang, who were in charge of both sides, were put at the front. Caesar, who was already angry because of Lu Mingfei's disrespect, seized this opportunity to teach the future president of the Lionheart Society a lesson.

"The atmosphere at the dinner party is too monotonous. How about we hold a competition?" he suggested.

"Oh? What kind of competition?" Chu Zihang asked calmly.

"It's simple. You and I will each send three people, one-on-one, weapons are not limited, and we'll follow the standards of a practical combat course, best two out of three. The loser will not be allowed to recruit any new students this semester."

"By the way, how about the final match be between me and you, king versus king?"

Caesar revealed his true intentions.

Undoubtedly, this is a high-risk gamble, since failing to recruit new members for a semester would mean that the other company would become the dominant player.

However, although the Lionheart Society members were not afraid of losing to their opponents, the outcome of Chu Zihang's match against Caesar was still uncertain.

After all, although Chu Zihang had already proven himself with his abilities during his time at the university, Caesar was a second-year student who had already completed a year of study and came from a mixed-race family. His strength was definitely much greater than that of Chu Zihang, who only learned of his mixed-race identity after entering the university.

If Chu Zihang, the future president, were to lose in this competition, it would undoubtedly be a huge blow to the Lionheart Society.

Susie had also thought of this, and she stepped forward to stop Chu Zihang, but it was too late.

"Okay," Chu Zihang replied calmly.

"Hey, everyone... this is the territory of our First Saint Sect." Fingel interjected at the opportune moment, but obviously, his words had no persuasive power. The student council and the Lionheart Society didn't care about this so-called First Saint Sect at all.

Soon, both sides selected their respective players to take the stage.

They stood in a line, and although they didn't speak, a subtle spark could be seen in their eye contact.

After a fierce battle, the score was tied at 1-1.

With two out of three games played, the final match against Caesar becomes extremely important for Chu Zihang.

"Sorry, it seems I can't stop now." Caesar shrugged with a warm smile.

He didn't intend to engage in hand-to-hand combat with Chu Zihang; instead, he chose weapon-based fighting.

He drew the hunting knife named Dictator.

Meanwhile, Chu Zihang on the opposite side also gripped the hilt of Murasame's sword tightly.

The atmosphere became extremely heavy at this moment.

"Now that everyone is ready, let's..." Caesar smiled, "Let's begin."

He swung his knife, leaving a blur of motion.

The hunting knife slashed down, making a "clang" sound.

However, what blocked him was not Chu Zihang's Murasame, but two pale fingers.

"Did you even ask me, your master, before you started this fight?"

Lu Mingfei, who suddenly appeared and stopped Caesar, spoke calmly, but for some reason, those who heard him felt a chill run down their spines, as if the slightest carelessness could lead to a massacre, slaughtering everyone present and leaving rivers of blood.

S-rank!

Lu Mingfei!

Caesar and Chu Zihang looked at the young man standing between them, their minds racing with various thoughts.

When exactly did the other party arrive here? They hadn't sensed them at all, and... Caesar tried to retrieve his hunting knife, but found it completely still between Lu Mingfei's fingers.

Although he did not use his full strength, the opponent was able to hold the blade with just two fingers, demonstrating unfathomable strength.

Is this the legendary S-class?

Caesar's heart sank. He had been somewhat dissatisfied with being only rated A-level, but after witnessing the strength of an S-level opponent today, he realized the gap between them.

Seeing that the two had no intention of continuing the fight, Lu Mingfei loosened his grip slightly, allowing Caesar to put away his hunting knife.

He didn't stay away on purpose; during those three days, he gained some insights from reading and then began his seclusion.

I originally planned to leave the country before the banquet started, but unexpectedly, some minor accidents happened along the way.

However, at least he made it to the dinner party.

"Sect Master, you've finally come out." Fingel, who had been ignored by everyone, saw Lu Mingfei and his eyes lit up. He immediately rushed over like a lackey.

After he recounted what had just happened, Lu Mingfei nodded in understanding: "I see."

"You've used my First Saint Sect as a battlefield; did you even consult me, the sect leader?"

His gaze calmly fell upon Caesar and Chu Zihang, while something slowly writhed in the shadows beneath him.

Caesar didn't notice any of this. He stepped forward, ready to explain, but Lu Mingfei had already lost patience with them.

Although the Chusheng Sect was merely a sect he casually founded, one should still consider the owner before beating a dog.

I really don't know how to live or die!

He stepped on the ground with his toes, and a steel fork, which was originally used to flip roasted meat, flew into the air and was then grasped by him.

With a flash of cold light, the steel fork had already left a trail of afterimages as it slashed down towards Caesar.

when!

With a sharp crack, the steel fork clashed with the hunting knife. Caesar felt his hand holding the knife go numb from the impact, but before he could make any further move, the steel fork swung down again, so fast that he had no time to react. He could only barely block the afterimage just before it hit his head.

Ding ding ding ding!

The elites from the Lionheart Society and the Student Council present could only see that Caesar, a noble and powerful A-level hybrid, had no chance to fight back against Lu Mingfei's attacks.

That seemingly unremarkable steel fork was like a divine weapon in the hands of the opponent. Bystanders couldn't even see its shape; they could only see streaks of white light swirling and disappearing.

Caesar was numb, or rather, his hands were even more numb than he was.

Although he could no longer keep up with the speed at which the steel fork swung down, quite "coincidentally," Dick Tudor always managed to collide with the steel fork, and the force of the impact would make him shudder.

Lu Mingfei did it on purpose.

His superb skill in controlling speed and power amazed Caesar, much like a wealthy player in a game marveling at the incredible technique of a hardcore player.

However, it's clear that Caesar is neither a rich guy nor a master of skill, but rather a game boss who has been defeated by both.

This was a great irritation to Caesar, who valued pride and glory more than his own life.

But the fire rose quickly and died down just as fast, because although the other party was deliberately toying with him, the steel fork that came and went without a trace made him feel more pressured than ever before.

He dared not gamble, and could only lift up Dictator again and again, making a symbolic act of resistance.

Finally, amidst the repeated swings and the continuous clanging sounds, a discordant note suddenly emerged.

Lu Mingfei stopped, because although the steel fork was a high-end product purchased by the academy's cafeteria, it was not a divine weapon crafted by a famous designer. Under his repeated hammering, cracks had already appeared, and now it broke in response.

Caesar raised his hunting knife in a daze, but this time there was no force of recoil.

Only then did he belatedly realize that the steel fork in the other person's hand had been broken.

It was finally over... Caesar felt exhausted, even more so than when he competed in the sailing race against the University of Chicago.

He looked down at the web of his hand gripping the knife hilt and found that it had been torn open and was bleeding profusely.

Lu Mingfei frowned, but seeing Caesar drenched in sweat and panting heavily, he ultimately decided to put aside the idea of ​​pursuing the matter.

Pity.

Lu Mingfei shook his head, then turned to look at the other one.

He had heard Fingel mention the Lionheart Society before, and it was also mentioned in the books that had been sent. It was an old dragon-slaying organization. He had heard that the last member of the previous generation of the Lionheart Society was Hilbert Jean Angers, the current dean of Kassel College, a ghost who had been resurrected.

However, upon seeing the other person, Lu Mingfei's face revealed a strange expression, which was uncommon.

This Chu Zihang is actually the same person as Chu Zihang from Shilan Middle School.

Unexpectedly, the top of the list of those who deserve to be killed at Shilan High School was actually a mixed-race person. Could this be considered yet another major piece of evidence that lizardmen rule the world?

He looked at Chu Zihang, and Chu Zihang looked at him too.

Both men had very calm gazes, but Lu Mingfei could sense that beneath Chu Zihang's calm eyes lay a burning rage.

What exactly made you so angry?

Lu Mingfei withdrew his gaze.

"The dinner continues," he said.

But clearly, the Lionheart Society and the student council wouldn't listen to him, and both sides turned their attention to their own leader.

Caesar felt that the arm holding the knife was losing some feeling, and with his hand split open, he was trembling so much that he could not even hold the knife steady. But he clearly did not want to just leave like this and lose face.

"Continue, don't worry about me!" he commanded in a deep voice.

The student council members looked at each other, and in the end, they obeyed the order, but the atmosphere was clearly a bit tense.

Meanwhile, the Lionheart Club continued their unfinished barbecue business under Chu Zihang's orders.

Ignoring the others' attempts to help him, Caesar slowly moved to stand in front of Lu Mingfei: "You're very strong, S-rank. I'm Caesar Gattuso, student council president. It's a pleasure to meet you for the first time."

Even so, he maintained what was called aristocratic manners.

Lu Mingfei glanced at him. Surprisingly, the other party didn't spout nonsense like a villain and clamor that he would definitely make him pay in the future. This made him a little interested in this guy named Caesar Gattuso.

"You're too slow," he said calmly, extending his hand to shake the other person's.

Caesar's face showed bitterness. You see, the record for the fastest knife he set in kendo class had not yet been broken. But in the end, all his words were condensed into a muffled "hmm".

Chu Zihang walked over at this moment, wanting to greet his junior brother.

However, before he could speak, a piercing buzzing sound suddenly filled the entire campus.