Chapter 158 The So-Called S-Level

The two elites of the student union blushed.

That's angry.

Does this person know who he is talking to?

Caesar.

But Caesar!

Even if he is S-level, he is just a freshman who has not even experienced the 3E exam. Whether his bloodline is awakened or not is not a question. What's more, Cassell has an S-level suicide before. He is thinking about how to keep his little one without fear. It's just a matter of life, but he still dares to talk nonsense to Caesar.

It can no longer be described as arrogant.

Arrogance at least still has a basic rational judgment.

I’m afraid this new S-class guy doesn’t even know what one plus one equals!

Otherwise, how could he say such nonsense as asking Caesar to go over and have a fight.

He's clearly an idiot!

Caesar's performance was much calmer than that of his men.

The line of his lips was slightly upward, with a hint of interest.

"Chinese Kongfu."

he muttered.

"It's really exciting."

Caesar strode towards the parking lot, brazenly exposed to the sight of both headquarters.

Yes, unscrupulously.

Is there anything in this world that Caesar can be afraid of?

No.

There can't be any.

Of course, this does not mean that the young Caesar is invincible.

Not to mention Chu Zihang, at least the legendary dragon slayer Angers, the principal of Kassel, is a huge wall that cannot be crossed. In fact, Caesar did challenge that legend. The result is obvious. The legend is still Legend, and Caesar is still a student, a student who needs to learn from legend.

But fear is different.

Fear is fear, fear

Caesar was never afraid.

As the tough guy writer Hemingway famously said.

"People can be destroyed, but they cannot be defeated!"

Caesar was such a man.

"Come on, stop standing."

He called to his men.

"Our S-class is waiting."

"A real man never shirks an invitation to a duel."

Caesar stands in front of the church with a golden sword.

He was tossing the hunting knife again and again.

Dictado's inscription reflects the light of the sun.

So dazzling.

"bring it on!"

Caesar laughed.

"Let me see your skills."

…………

"Are you going to shoot?"

"That guy didn't have any defense at all."

"Great opportunity."

"etc."

said Lancelot.

"Listen to the president's opinion."

As a result, the students of the Lion Heart Club stopped talking and became quiet.

Just listen to what the boy's voice on the channel said.

"No action is allowed, everyone remains silent."

"This is a duel."

"One-on-one duel."

…………

"Still worried."

Lu Mingfei slapped Fengel on the shoulder vigorously and smiled brightly.

"Isn't it just that someone's chest muscles are so strong that they can kill a fly? With Caesar's generous mind, he would never take such a trivial matter to heart.

"You do not understand."

Fingel squats in the corner and is helpless. His mental state must have changed in the comics. The style of painting has changed. It has been cut from full color to black and white, and there are gloomy dark clouds on his head. It is perfect.

"Caesar really doesn't take it to heart."

"But he has a little brother."

"Believe me, Caesar doesn't even need to say anything. As long as the words I said today spread, boss, you should give me flowers by this time next year."

Fingel sighed silently.

"I see."

Lu Mingfei touched his chin with a solemn expression.

"Now that the situation has reached this serious level, there is nothing we can do."

He patted Fingel on the shoulder.

"Oh, boss, what do you have..."

Fingel looked at him like he was grasping at straws.

That’s what the boss he just recognized, Da Lu Mingfei, said.

"I'm fairly familiar with the people down there."

"Go back and say hello to them, so that you can feel more comfortable. Stop soaking in the oil pan all the time and go to Daoshan to relax occasionally."

The expression on Lu Mingfei's face was so heavy that it made people suspect that he was in the mourning hall at the moment. The entire wall was filled with black and white photos of Fingel, with a kind smile. There were elegiac couplets on both sides with black characters on a white background, and "Immortal" written on one side. , while writing "infamous for thousands of years", it can be said to be a highly summary of this person's magnificent and shameless life.

"Oil pan!"

Fingel glared.

"Knife Mountain!"

He looked at Lu Mingfei in panic.

"Boss, why haven't I heard that there are these things in hell?"

"Oh that's the west side."

Lu Mingfei introduced him kindly.

"You're going to take a tour of our Oriental underworld. Not only do you get out of the frying pan and go up the mountain of knives, but you also get services like tongue pulling. It's especially suitable for people like you who are good at talking. How about it? Do you feel like it just thinking about it? The warm feeling of being at home.”

"Hahaha, it's so warm and cozy! It's so cozy!"

Fingel almost shed tears of emotion.

Just at this moment, a rich male voice sounded from downstairs.

They walked to the window and looked out.

In the huge parking lot, Caesar, the president of the student union, stood upright, his strong figure holding up his crimson uniform. The September sunshine in Chicago gilded this big boy with a layer of gold. This scene actually looked like A superb oil painting should be hung in a church or palace to show off the prowess of its owner.

"Oh, you are indeed the boss of Caesar!"

Fingel used actions to try to atone for his sins.

"Yes, the breasts are really big."

Lu Mingfei sighed.

Visibly to the naked eye, Fingel's face suddenly turned green.

He opened his mouth in a vain attempt to remedy the situation.

Caesar looked up.

"Oh, are you Fingel?"

"No I'm not Patrick!"

The child was so frightened that he started talking nonsense.

Caesar nodded.

"I remember you."

For God's sake, if these words had been spoken two months ago, Fingel would have been so happy that tears filled his eyes if he could have made the student council president, a born leader and a walking Treasury Caesar, remember his name.

But now.

He did indeed have tears in his eyes. As for whether he is happy or not, this guy only knows.

Lu Mingfei ignored him and just looked at Caesar with a smile.

"By the way, Three Kingdoms."

I don't know what I was thinking of, but I saw this young man saying something to Ling in a confused manner.

"Let's warm the wine. I'll come as soon as I go."

Then he laughed wildly.

He stepped on the window sill and jumped out.

Zero's eyes flickered slightly.

She saw that the silhouette of the boy under the blue sky was as beautiful as a movie praising youth.

"Yo ho!"

Whether it was the remaining elites of the student union or the members of the Lion Heart Club secretly watching the battle in the small building opposite, their eyes widened when they saw this scene.

"this!"

"Is that guy crazy?"

"Who does he think he is, president or Caesar!"

Chu Zihang crossed his arms and stood quietly on the roof of the small building.

From this height, he could have jumped.

It is enough to use some force-relieving means.

As for Lu Mingfei.

Chu Zihang didn't even know how many methods his junior, or road master, could use to land safely.

Even if you don’t give up.

Lu Mingfei's martial arts training was combined with S-level physical fitness.

If you don't give up your strength, don't let it go. So what?

Sure enough, the young man's feet landed on the ground, and his figure did not sway. He stood tall and tall, as if his bearing was as serious as a mountain, and he seemed to be overwhelming Caesar.

Caesar raised an eyebrow.

"S-level?"

"Um."

said the boy.

"Mingfei on the lower road."

After saying that, he cupped his fists.

The look of interest in Caesar's eyes grew stronger and stronger.

After thinking about it for a while, he followed Lu Mingfei's example and clasped his fists and saluted.

"interesting!"

Lu Mingfei laughed loudly.

"I know I know."

Caesar was very confident.

"Chinese Kung Fu, Bruce Lee, Drunken Master!"

The big boy performed several moves in a decent manner.

Don't tell me, it's really like that.

Lu Mingfei's smile froze.

Chu Zihang, who was upstairs, raised his lips.

"It's Wu."

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath.

"It's martial arts!"

"Martial arts?"

Caesar asked doubtfully.

"Isn't it just Chinese Kung Fu?"

Lu Mingfei chuckled.

"That's fine."

"I wanted to ask about the club first and then discuss it."

"Now it seems that I have to wait until you wake up before worrying about it."

What he meant by this was very straightforward.

Why did he start arguing after he woke up? It was because he had to knock Caesar unconscious.

"You're confident."

Caesar's smile grew colder.

A certain sharp momentum arose.

It's on him.

It's so sharp and so thick.

It's like a majestic mountain, vast and majestic.

Hold Dick Tudor.

"Where's your weapon!"

"Need not."

Lu Mingfei smiled.

"I am enough."

"Arrogant!"

Caesar sighed.

"Boy, I'll try to use the back of the knife."

He moved.

Unstoppable.

"Don't die!"

At that moment Caesar's figure almost disappeared.

Many students who were watching kept blinking and looked confused.

This is an illusion caused by Caesar's extreme speed exceeding the capture limit of their dynamic vision.

In fact, this man did not disappear.

He's just running.

Just run.

Coincidentally, the emotions called shock arose in the hearts of the students watching.

This is Caesar!

The hybrid is a creature of Mu Qiang.

And a leader who can make other mixed-race students follow him from the bottom of their hearts.

Must be the strongest among the strong.

Caesar was such a man.

A born leader.

That means.

He is born strong.

The students suddenly sympathized with the S-class freshman.

Clearly, Caesar was serious.

But facing Caesar who was going all out, this S-class was so arrogant that he didn't even need weapons.

Let's pray now that the back of Dictado's knife won't hurt too much.

"wrong!"

someone exclaimed.

"Look!"

"He...he escaped!"

"That S-class!"

Lancelot watched the battle in the parking lot silently.

No.

That scene cannot be described as a battle at all.

It should be...a game.

Or play.

Caesar's hunting knife is like the storm.

He is the god who commands wind and rain.

Flooding everything, swallowing everything, tearing everything apart with absolute momentum.

but.

The one in front of him was S-class.

The person in front of him was Lu Mingfei.

All attacks.

All sword power.

He couldn't touch the boy's clothes at all.

He is like a squid and a swallow.

Deftly navigate through strong winds and heavy rain.

No matter how strong the wind is or how fast the rain is.

The young man remains calm and unchanged as before.

At this point, even with Lancelot's dynamic vision, he couldn't keep up with the speed of the two people in the parking lot.

The originally noisy small building fell silent.

Everyone maintained the utmost silence.

They stood quietly.

Watch quietly.

Watch the young man's performance quietly.

Yes, acting.

It's a bit weird to say, but it's true.

The students actually felt the beauty in Lu Mingfei's blurry figure.

It was like a masterpiece passed down from generation to generation, like the endgame of a holy hand.

The beauty revealed by the ultimate craftsmanship.

Suddenly someone murmured in a low voice.

"Wu."

"This is Wu..."

Caesar swung his sword faster and faster.

He anticipates, rushes forward, and presses forward.

All the fighting skills he has learned since learning the sword were brought into full play in this battle.

Even introduce new things from the old.

He felt himself getting stronger.

The golden eyes that had been ignited were as bright as burning.

The fever was boiling in his chest and he couldn't control himself.

Want to vent!

To fight!

To wield a knife!

Tear! Crush! conquer! destroy!

There seemed to be some terrifying existence roaring wildly in his heart.

But, useless.

His fighting skills.

A pedigree and body he was proud of.

Everything was useless in front of this young man.

Even if one has a knife, the other has no blade.

It's useless.

"Extraordinary power."

"Common skills."

The young man actually still had the energy to speak.

He is... commenting!

Comments like the elders teaching the younger generations!

A moment of absurdity came to Caesar's mind.

Then came boundless rage.

He, Caesar, was... underestimated!

Swing the knife! Swing the knife! Swing the knife!

He roars like a lion or an angry tiger.

The awe-inspiring momentum is breathtaking.

But the person in front of him was Lu Mingfei.

The young man sighed softly.

"The foundation is good."

"It's a pity, so what about anger."

"Without means, anger is just anger," which is of no use to martial arts.

The young man suddenly laughed.

"Is he the strongest student in Kassel? I've seen him."

"That's it for now."

"If you want to practice martial arts, come find me when you wake up."

"As for now."

Lu Mingfei suppressed a smile.

He pressed his fingers together silently.

Dictado stopped between his fingers.

This weapon is almost a legendary alchemical tool.

There was a buzzing sound between the young man's fingers, and it actually sounded like a whine.

"This is a fingering technique that has no taboos. If you are interested, the Kyushu branch will be established in a while. I will teach you."

The young man smiled gently.

"Before that."

Caesar opened his eyes and turned around with lightning speed.

"too slow."

This is……

To the left ear!

when!

The body reacts before consciousness.

Caesar delivered a powerful elbow strike.

Failed.

"Too slow is too slow."

This time, it was the right ear.

The young man smiled.

"Go to sleep."

Caesar felt his eyes go dark.

Consciousness flew away quickly.

Lu Mingfei took back his sword.

He helped Caesar lie down on the ground, not forgetting to assume a comfortable position.

Lancelot watched this scene silently.

He heard someone murmuring beside him.

"Is it an illusion?"

"Why are S-class movements...so skillful?"

Their expressions changed.

It was seen that after the S-class completed the great feat of defeating Caesar head-on, instead of showing any expression of joy, it actually frowned.

Are you injured?

they thought.

At this time, the focus of everyone's attention was Lu Mingfei, an S-class freshman who could almost be described as "king", muttering to himself in distress.

"Caesar, if you use a little more force, you should be fine."

There's nothing we can do about it.

It is said that Caesar is one of the two strongest people in Kassel.

Lu Mingfei took this into consideration, so he used more force when knocking Caesar unconscious.

If Lu Mingfei didn't knock him out in one blow, he would have to knock him out a second time, which was more embarrassing than anything else. People like Caesar don't want to lose face.

Such a big student union president.

However, after adding some strength, Lu Mingfei started to worry again.

Nothing will happen to this person...

After much thought.

Forget it, it’s not important!

Lu Mingfei smiled sarcastically.

He's a mixed breed, and he's still A-level. If he's just making a little fuss, nothing could happen.

Thinking of this, Lu Mingfei felt relieved.

He raised his head and pointed his thumb at the church window.

"Is the wine still warm?"

The members of the Lion Heart Club in the small building opposite looked at each other.

What does this sentence mean?

But the people at the church know.

Fingel suppressed the shock and horror deep in his eyes.

He was about to respond with laughter.

The Three Kingdoms, Guan Erye's battle to become famous, how could he not know this allusion?

But before the words came out, Fingel seemed to remember something, and quickly shut his mouth, putting on a doggy smile and looking at the girl by the window.

Ling looked at Lu Mingfei silently.

She heard the boy's words.

Suddenly I thought about it.

Is this... you asking me?

A very strange emotion appeared in my heart.

I'm confused.

Or something.

Zero doesn't know.

She found that Lu Mingfei was still looking at her.

Are you waiting for me?

At this time, you should laugh.

The girl tried hard to raise the corners of her mouth.

A little bit of arc.

Failed.

Laughing...it's so difficult.

she thinks.

But Lu Mingfei was still looking at him.

He is waiting for me.

So, the girl finally said it.

"Um."

She nodded imperceptibly.

"It's still warm."

Lu Mingfei smiled brightly.

The sun shines brighter than September in Chicago.

said the boy.

"I heard it."

Zero stood quietly in front of the window.

She seemed to smile.

Fleeting.

Like fireworks in the summer or shooting stars in the night sky.

The most beautiful thing is that moment.

"Sorry to bother you."

Chu Zihang said.

He walked to and stood ten meters in front of Lu Mingfei.

Seeing Lu Mingfei looking over, Chu Zihang nodded in greeting.

"It's my turn."

There was a commotion in the small building.

"President!"

"Is the president going to challenge S-class?"

"What are you talking about, a challenge? It seems like the president is weaker than S-class!"

"But Caesar..."

"Caesar is Caesar. If he loses, it doesn't mean the president will lose too!"

"Wait a minute, the drone footage is here!"

"Oh, let me see!"

Lionheart students crowded in front of the screen.

"Why is there no sound?"

"Wait a moment, we are debugging!"

"Hurry up, the president is talking to S-class, I want to know what they are talking about!"

"Does anyone know lip reading?"

"I can speak English or Italian, but Chinese..."

"Wait, there it is!"

The man hit enter hard.

Just listen to the voice of their president Chu Zihang accompanied by the noisy background sound.

That's what he said.

"Please give me some advice, Master Lu."

The students of the Lion Heart Club suddenly fell silent.

You can hear the needle drop.

In this eerie silence, the gentle voice of the S-class came from the speaker.

"Long time no see, it's time to take the school exam."

If I had any doubts before.

After hearing what the S-class now said, all doubts disappeared.

Road master?

When they heard this title, the first thought that came to everyone's mind was, is this an S-class name?

But it's not right.

They clearly remembered what S-class had said to Caesar before.

His name is Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei, surnamed Lu.

Road master?

Thinking of this title again, for no reason, an incredible guess arose in everyone's mind.

What if S-class was really called Lu Mingfei?

And this division's division is just as they thought.

It is the teacher's teacher.

He is also the master’s master.

So this scene where Chu Zihang calls S-class also means.

He is an S-class disciple.

President of the Lionheart Society, a student of Schneider, one of the two major leaders in contemporary Kassel, and the best of all killers.

Chu Zihang.

A new disciple?

"What, is it weird?"

Lancelot stared at the boy's face on the screen.

"Don't forget Caesar."

Everyone woke up as if from a dream.

Yes, Caesar.

Two contemporary student leaders in Kassel.

One has fallen.

Then the other one is an S-level disciple.

Is it difficult to understand?

not at all.

Rather it should be said.

This is a reasonable thing.

S level.

Never has it been like this.

They feel the weight of this class.

The previous S-class was called Angers.

And now.

The new S-Class is here.

he is.

Lu Mingfei.

PS: I see that there are classmates waiting at seven o'clock. I'm really sorry.

I've been in a bad state for a while, but I'm feeling a little better today. I've reorganized the outline and arranged the plot from now to Eri. I'll try my best to get the updates back.

I thought of a very special way for him to meet Lu Mingfei and Eli Yi for the first time.

Can’t wait to write about him and them.