"You are really a loser!"

The next moment the two Caesars left, Lincoln's illusory figure in the mirror space appeared in front of Lu Mingfei: "Always lose, have you already planned how to prepare for double the special training?"

"No, I didn't!" Looking at Lincoln who suddenly appeared, Lu Mingfei's eyes widened, and then he suddenly realized something: "Have you always been here?"

"No, I just came here a few seconds ago, and I happened to see you letting Caesar go." Lincoln replied casually, and then waved his hand: "It's up to you, maybe this is part of your plan, you just need to remember,

Championship, or double the special training will be fine.”

After speaking, Lincoln's voice quickly faded and disappeared from Lu Mingfei's eyes in just a short moment.

Kassel Academy Bell Tower, Nicolas Flamel is leisurely drinking strong wine and enjoying western movies and pornographic magazines.

For a normal person, the environment here may not be as good as the campus where the free day activities are taking place, but as the vice president, Flamel likes it very much.

In the mirror space, stones popped out of the stairs leading to the bell tower, and the stone wall in front of him opened like a door. Without attracting anyone's attention, he walked into Flamel's room, and then walked out of the mirror world.

Lincoln, who does not have dragon blood, is like an invisible person who does not exist in the hybrid's natural induction. It was not until Lincoln picked up a copy of Flamel's collection of impurities in his palm that the vice principal finally realized

There are more people in the room.

He stared at Lincoln who suddenly appeared as if he had seen a ghost. He was stunned for a moment and then suddenly calmed down: "Are you the honorary advisor that Angers said?"

Lincoln nodded slightly, briefly looked through the impurities in his hand and then put it back on the table: "I heard that you are very proficient in alchemy?"

"That's right." Flamel didn't hide anything: "Among the only people in the world who know alchemy, I am the strongest."

"That's good." Lincoln sat on the sofa and looked at Flamel with a faint smile: "I need your knowledge..."

Superman's power is powerful, but before moving from materialistic Superman to idealistic Superman, Superman's power is often limited to the level of powerlessness.

Many times, when Lincoln performed some incredible operations, he used magic based on superhuman strength.

Essentially, this is all his own power, but the increase in knowledge will allow him to develop some unique abilities in advance, and now, he is somewhat interested in the power system of this world.

Whether it is word spirit or alchemy, in Lincoln's view, it is actually the result of dragons' manipulation of elements and matter with their unique power.

This control method is somewhat different from magic, but it can also be learned.

For people in this world, having dragon blood is an important prerequisite for being able to control elements, but this restriction for Lincoln simply does not exist.

The academy is full of observation targets related to word spirits. Although many high-sequence word spirit owners are missing, as long as there are dozens of word spirit owners, Lincoln can summarize the general rules.

But there are really not many people who use elements to change matter. The one in front of me is Flamel. He represents mankind's understanding and application of alchemy.

The Dragon King Norton who has not yet recovered is also one. He represents the understanding and application of alchemy by dragons.

The understanding of the former may not be complete, but a general outline is enough, and Lincoln can figure out the rest by himself.

In the bell tower, Flamel happily discussed all kinds of alchemy with Lincoln, and the students in the college became more and more happy.

To Lu Mingfei, Caesar is a good man!

Not only did he take away Nuonuo who might cause trouble for him, but he also bravely led the members of the student council to fight against the people of the Lionheart Club.

Compared to fighting bravely in the front with a knife and a gun, Lu Mingfei always believed that his current plan of hiding in the dark and preparing to steal the chicken was the best!

His original plan was to wait for the Lion Heart Club and the Student Union, the two largest violent gangs in the school, to come out and pick up the pieces at the end of the conflict, but Chen Motong was still Chen Motong!

She grabbed Caesar, who was about to fight the president of the Lionheart Society head-on with a knife, and quietly pointed into the dark: "There are others alive."

Caesar's brows moved slightly, a little confused: "After I deal with Chu Zihang, those fish that slipped through the net will not be able to cause any trouble."

Looking at the confident Caesar, Chen Motong was silent for a moment: "What if I told you that the Lu Mingfei from before was a guy who could chop bullets with a knife within three meters?"

Caesar:???

Can a knife chop a bullet within three meters?

If it weren't for the serious expression on Chen Motong's face, Caesar would have suspected that Chen Motong was joking.

The Colt m1911 has a warhead with a muzzle velocity of about 250m/s. It only takes 0.012 seconds for the bullet to hit the target at a distance of three meters. But now a ruthless person suddenly appears who can react and split the bullet within 0.012 seconds?

What the hell?

Isn't that guy a freshman? This is called a freshman? Principal Angers is just as fast, right?

"Are you serious?"

The facts were so exaggerated that Caesar couldn't believe it: "Are you serious?"

"Yeah!" Chen Motong nodded heavily: "I'm pretty sure, that's why I told you not to fight with that guy before."

"But now, the others have been almost dealt with. You can go and have a good fight with him. By the way, call out your old rival."

Chen Motong had a bright smile on her face, and her eyes sparkled with crystal light.

Obviously, instead of winning this free day, she saw more of a three-person melee between the student council president, the Lionheart Club president and the monster Lu Mingfei.

In fact, not only her, but even Caesar himself was a little moved when he heard Chen Motong's description.

The essence of a free day is to select the strong and the winner, and now, the three-person melee can also determine the final winner, which is acceptable!

So, with everyone looking puzzled, Caesar ordered the shooting to stop and had someone use the broadcast room to send out a broadcast.

"Chu Zihang, don't you have many people left?"

Chu Zihang?

Lu Mingfei, who was hiding in the dark, was stunned for a moment when he heard the name. He felt that the name was familiar, but before he could remember it, a calm voice sounded: "It's not much, but it's enough to get rid of you."

."

"How about we meet in the parking lot with knives, and whoever wins will be the final winner."

"This is not your style." Chu Zihang's voice was still calm: "You would never do this in the past."

"That's because a spoiler came today." Caesar laughed, and then said loudly: "Lu Mingfei, I know you can hear me, and you have to come to the parking lot, otherwise, I will let my people find you.

Then we shot you randomly and eliminated you!"

Lu Mingfei:???!!!

Lu Mingfei, who was eating melon a second ago, was dumbfounded. He couldn't understand how this good Caesar could mention him.

He is obviously a freshman with mediocre performance. Shouldn't a guy like Caesar, who is as proud as a lion, just ignore him?

Why did they ask him by name to join their melee?

Could it be...that Nono again?!

Lu Mingfei had a headache. He knew that his plan to steal the chicken was ruined.

Due to Caesar's early call to stop, there are currently not many gunmen in the school, but there are still a lot of them. If they raise their guns and shoot randomly, even Lu Mingfei will not be able to withstand it.

After all, the special training did not last long. Even if his body was greatly developed, it was still limited.

In this situation, coming forward to fight is the best option.

Winning means that he does not need to face the remaining people and wins directly; losing... he loses even if he loses, so what else are you thinking about? Just sit back and train twice as hard!

A few minutes later, two figures appeared in the empty parking lot.

Caesar in crimson combat uniform stood on the side of the parking lot. He took off the mask on his head, his golden hair was spread like a lion's mane, and the hunting knife named Dictado was tossed in the air.

, blade light flashes

On the other side of the parking lot, Chu Zihang, who was wearing a black combat uniform, also took off his mask, his thick black hair fluttering in the air, and a sharp long knife named Murasame in his hand.

Looking at the familiar face, Lu Mingfei finally recalled: "Senior Chu?!"

The two kings faced each other in the parking lot, but neither one moved, quietly waiting for the third person to join.

The surrounding environment was lonely. Seeing this scene, Lu Mingfei knew that it was his turn.

He sighed softly, took off the pistol and placed it on the ground. Holding the knife handed to him by Guderian in one hand, he walked into the field from the edge of the parking lot, looked at Chu Zihang, and tried to liven up the atmosphere: "

Senior Chu, long time no see."

"Do you know each other?" Caesar looked at Chu Zihang and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Unlike Lu Mingfei, Chu Zihang has a very good memory. The moment he saw Lu Mingfei, he recalled it: "We know him, we used to go to the same school."

"Tsk, I suddenly want to know the name of your school." Caesar said with a hint of amusement on his face: "It's rare for a small high school to produce two young children."

"I didn't expect you to be interested in this kind of gossip now." Chu Zihang said calmly.

"That's because I'm very interested in you!" A smile appeared on Caesar's face. The next moment, his blazing golden eyes lit up, and the aura that belonged to the mixed race spread out in the field.

At the same moment, Chu Zihang's black pupils were also smudged with gold, and two different auras collided in the field. Lu Mingfei, a guy with black pupils, looked out of place among them.

The solemnity of this collision of auras only lasted a few breaths. As a sound of wind sounded, two shadows collided with each other in the air with swords and swords. Lu Mingfei, who was standing at the edge of the field, was also caught by this whirlpool without any surprise.

Stirred in.

Chu Zihang didn't hold back at all because of Lu Mingfei's status as a classmate and junior student at the same school. It seemed that Lu Mingfei was the same as Caesar in his eyes.

The figures of the three people fighting in the parking lot were stirring like a whirlwind, and the cold shadows flickered, leaving deep traces around them.

Lu Mingfei was a little lucky that the quality of the knife Professor Guderian gave him was indeed good.

Neither Murasame nor Dictado are equipped with ordinary equipment, but this sword with an unknown name was not directly broken when faced with these two swords. This is very good!

The tinkling sound of collision floated in the air like crisp bells, swaying, black shadows and red shadows intertwined, and among them, Lu Mingfei, wearing a white shirt, stood out so conspicuously.
To be continued...