Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before Dragon Slaying

Chapter 74 Champion
The emperor of Kassel Academy, Cesar Gattuso, was eliminated.

The parking lot has turned into a battlefield filled with gunpowder and smoke. On the battlefield, "corpses" and the wreckage of various weapons are paved in an incomparably tragic scene. In the end, two figures in a state of distress stood facing each other in the "mountain of corpses".

Lu Mingfei's face was stained with blood, and there was a bright red and thick strangle mark on his neck. He looked at Chu Zihang with panda-like funny eyes, and his eyes were full of stubbornness that refused to give in.

"Senior brother, I'm sorry, I must win this round!" Lu Mingfei's voice was hoarse but full of determination.

"This is the glory you won with your knife and fist. There is no need to apologize." Chu Zihang shook his head slightly. He looked at Lu Mingfei. sweat and hard work.

No matter it is the scorching heat of winter or the deep night, Lu Mingfei seems to be constantly wielding his knife, waving his knife at himself like a defeated dog that cannot be supported by the mud, and also waving his knife at fate like a tragedy and elegy.

Every time he swung the knife again and again, he cut off a trace of cowardice in his bones, and he became more tenacious with each drop of sweat, until his tough character filled his most vivid heart, and his unyielding spirit wrapped his whole body. .

The boy finally stood up!

"Thank you, senior brother." Lu Mingfei said this suddenly, and then he staggered and rushed out, his body could not stop swaying from side to side but every step he stepped on was extremely firm.

"Thank you too." Chu Zihang also murmured, and also stumbled to meet him.

They struggled and fought happily, every punch and every kick of them was full of youthful spirit.

……

Kassel College was completely silent. The sun shone on the gunpowder smoke and dust that covered the sky, coating it with a beautiful layer of gold, which looked like a flowing morning mist from a distance.

In the mist, there were fallen bodies all over the ground, and only one figure stood silently in the center of the battlefield.

His nose was bruised and his face was swollen, his torn school uniform was covered with blood and dust, his wrists were already twisted, and there were countless scratches and bloodstains on his body.

But Lu Mingfei just stood there like a straight spear, as if telling everyone that he could be injured and bleed, but he couldn't fall down!

The sound of rustling electricity flowed through the PA system on the campus, and then a sonorous and passionate march sounded very abruptly, as if someone raised a torch in oppression, completely breaking the tranquility and oppression.

The door of an unknown building suddenly opened, and doctors in white coats and nurses with suitcases rushed out frantically, with red emblems printed on the corners of the boxes.

Holding up a long and thin needle, they injected the slightly yellow medicine in the syringe into the fallen "corpses" one after another, one person after another. , as if this scene had been rehearsed countless times before.

Professor Manstein, wearing thin round-rimmed gold-rimmed glasses, stepped out of the door. He covered his mouth and nose with a white handkerchief, and his bald head shone like a light bulb in the sunlight.

"Money, it's all vain money!" Professor Manstein yelled bitterly, and he didn't know which Chinese martial arts movie he learned this line that is quite appropriate now.

He walked into the parking lot, his eyes behind the lens couldn't help scanning the scrapped vehicles, the bullet holes in the walls, and the "corpses" lying all over the place. I just wrinkled it tightly until it became a deep "mountain" character, and quickly calculated the total loss of this free day in my mind.

"Mingfei, where's Mingfei?" Professor Guderian rushed out after Professor Manstein, picking up the unrecognizable "corpses" in the parking lot one by one, looking for the figure of Mingfei he was thinking about.

"Are you blind, old guy? Don't pick it up here!" Professor Manstein yelled at his off-line old friend who was making trouble here, and then pouted, "In the middle of the parking lot, stand and play See the cool one?"

Professor Guderian took a closer look, and saw the blood-stained figure from a distance. His nose was sore, and he ran in that direction, looking like he thought the old man had found his long-lost lover. grandson.

"This crazy boy Lu Mingfei must bear at least half of the responsibility for the loss of this day of freedom!" Professor Manstein shouted angrily behind Professor Guderian, "You tell that guy, and in the future his I won't take care of him with his homework, he will be strict!"

"Mingfei, why are you so brave!" Professor Guderian led a highly respected old western doctor to Lu Mingfei's body, looked at Lu Mingfei's hideous wounds all over his body, and wrote in his old eyes. full of distress.

He helped Lu Mingfei sit down on the floor, and the old western doctor took out tweezers, cotton swabs, gauze, alcohol and saline from the suitcase, and did a simple disinfection of the exposed wounds on Lu Mingfei's body.

"Professor, I am... the champion."

When the normal saline flowed through the dusty bloody mouth, Lu Mingfei didn't grin his teeth in pain, but looked at the devastated battlefield and said this softly.

Seeing Lu Mingfei's desperate but strong appearance, and hearing the young man's words, the elderly professor couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Yes, you are the champion!" Professor Guderian took off his gold-rimmed glasses regardless of his appearance, and wiped the wet corners of his eyes with his sleeve, "I have always believed that Ming Fei is the best!"

The surrounding "corpses" woke up one after another after being injected with an anesthetic antidote. They looked at the vast medical team with big eyes and small eyes, as if they hadn't figured out the situation at the scene.

"Is it over? How did I die? Why does my ass hurt so much?"

"You may not believe it, but before I died, I saw a vague shadow rushing past me like a ghost. That ghost was still wearing the uniform of our Kassel College!"

"Who is the champion of Freedom Day? The Student Council? The Lionheart Club?"

"It seems that Lu Mingfei won."

"Lu Mingfei? The 'S' freshman who stabbed the longan with a knife?"

"He killed both Caesar and Chu Zihang? Is this guy a monster?"

"Shut up, it's too impolite to call him 'this guy', now he should be called 'that S-class adult'!"

The crowd gradually surrounded Lu Mingfei, members of both the student union and the Lion Heart club gathered together, like a thick human wall, enveloping Lu Mingfei, who was still receiving treatment, airtight.

There were two clear applause at the front of the crowd, and the applause was led by Caesar and Chu Zihang, and then the whole parking lot was filled with applause and cheers like a wave.

"Lu Mingfei!"

"Lu Mingfei!"

"Lu Mingfei!"

Amidst the crowd and cheers, Lu Mingfei raised his head slightly, as if looking into the distance through the crowd, the young man with a dirty and bloody face had a slight smile on his mouth...

The smile is brighter than the sun.

(End of this chapter)