Volume 2 Hello, Xia Mi Chapter 135 Water Color and Sky Light (VI)
Chu Zihang was stunned. In his way of thinking, a fight would rarely involve a girl. Although this was a task assigned by the academy, priorities should be set when actually executing it. It was normal to hold a meeting before the battle and let the girl dance for you. What was abnormal was that you threw the sword and shield to the girl and said, "Go ahead, girl. I'll be your brother and cheer you on from behind!"
"I've fought with her before. Xiyue is not good at close combat." Lu Mingfei said, "Junior sister, I'm actually quite good at fighting too!"
Chu Zihang looked at the small figure and suddenly remembered the night of the Dragon King in Cassel half a year ago. That night, Lu Mingfei also stood in front of him like this and defeated Norton head-on with the brilliance that fell from the sky. She is the only S-level in the academy now. In the history of the secret party, any S-level is destined to shine, regardless of whether they are heroes or heroes.
He suddenly felt that he was a little old, like an old man who was always nagging young people not to drink cold water and to remember to eat breakfast, and all he was thinking about were those old ideas that had long been fixed in his mind.
Daddy said that men should protect their own girls, but Daddy probably never thought that the girls themselves are also masters of both the hall and the battlefield, and they can shoot arrows and hit the target every time, and they are no worse than you in wielding swords and guns. Isn't Susie such a girl? Of course, Lu Mingfei is also one of them. The jade-like heroines in the romance stories should have been out of date. What is popular now is the pretty girls who lift up their skirts and do it themselves when they disagree! Everyone likes to see girls who can fight, with flying hair and white thighs that are accidentally exposed. This is the real romance for men!
"Okay, let's go together." Chu Zihang could only nod in agreement. In fact, it was hard to say who would be the main attacker.
The floor-to-ceiling windows of the opera house shattered rhythmically one by one. Each tremor represented a member of the executive unit hanging on a steel rope rushing in. Dim sunlight shone in from behind them. The moment they fell to the ground and tumbled, these people in black combat uniforms released the safety pins on their waists, raised their assault rifles and fired at the only girl in a red dress in the opera house.
With Chu Zihang's detailed report, the target does not need to be confirmed at all. This high-risk target that has reached SS level is probably among the strongest half-bloods that the academy has directly encountered so far. The Frigga bullets in the assault rifle may not be enough.
The puddles on the ground immediately raised a thick curtain of water to wrap around Xiyue. The scene was quite similar to Gaara's absolute defense in Naruto. The water element created by Xiyue seemed to have life. She didn't even need an eye contact or intention to operate. The water around her would immediately take on the most suitable form for the current situation. This was the plasticity of Word Spirit Qianlong.
Dense barrages of bullets hit the water curtain. Logically speaking, with the performance of these assault rifles, even if they fired into the water, the effective range could penetrate nearly 10 meters. But at this moment, no Frigga bullet could penetrate this layer of defense. Large patches of red mist exploded in front of the flowing water, as if they had hit a solid wall, making a ping-pong sound of metal collision.
The properties of water seemed to have changed under the control of this word spirit, just like Norton's alchemy could shape fire into the silent high temperature of Zhulong. Water was both extremely soft and extremely hard at the same time. How to use it depended solely on Xiyue's will.
A member of the executive department was the first to use up his bullets. Instead of reloading his gun, he took out a Colt revolver from his waist bag and fired at the vague figure behind the water curtain.
The unique sound mixed in with the dense gunfire was like a poison arrow secretly shot by an assassin in the dark. That kind of pistol was a product of the 19th century, and it was hard to imagine that it would be used against dragon bloodlines in this era.
The bright silver bullet spun out of orbit. Its warhead was surprisingly flat and filled with mercury, which was extremely toxic to dragons. After the explosion, it would form a large cloud of mercury smoke to kill dragons or Deadpool.
At the moment when the bullet was about to hit the water curtain, a hand made of water suddenly stretched out from the continuous flow of water and accurately grasped the dangerous bullet! Then it violently threw the bullet back, hitting the executive member in the chest. A large area of mercury mist spread out, and everyone had to stay away from that area. No one dared to rush in to save the team member directly. Mercury is poison to humans, not to mention that everyone present was a mixed-race.
They couldn't wait any longer. The barrage suppression had forced Xiyue into a passive defense. This was an excellent opportunity to attack. Lu Mingfei had already found the lost floating light. Chu Zihang looked at her, and they both attacked from the left and right at the same time, launching a pincer attack.
Over the past six months, Chu Zihang's control over Junyan has improved. Murasame's blade was ignited while attacking, red like a branding iron, and the rising flames created an effect similar to the flaming sword in fantasy stories. This is the result of using only half of the formation process of Junyan. A large amount of fire elements are condensed on Murasame's sword. Chu Zihang only needs to add a little more force, and a formal Junyan explosion will form there, which is equivalent to holding an explosive knife that explodes now. However, under normal circumstances, he would not use such a killing move, because such a close-range explosion is equivalent to him being in the center of the flames, and that is the choice of going to the last step and dying together.
Chu Zihang had longer legs and was even faster, so he was the first to arrive in front of Xiyue's left side. He turned around and concentrated all his strength on his arms. With the flames surrounding him, Murasame chopped at Xiyue's water curtain, performing the song of water and fire once again.
Water and fire have always been two elements that complement and counteract each other. The intensified Jun Yan exploded directly in the thick water curtain, causing a large amount of water vapor. The endless torrent also repeatedly impacted and suppressed the flames, causing Jun Yan's explosion to be like a bomb that was forcibly trapped in a steel can. It could only make a puffing sound but it was difficult for a large amount of hot air to leak out. The offense and defense of both sides reached a delicate balance.
It seems that Xiyue has been on guard against Jun Yan. There is a reason why she is so confident. Qianlong and Jun Yan are both words spirits of the same level. Unless there is a large-scale sneak attack, Chu Zihang will never be able to penetrate her defense head-on.
Lu Mingfei arrived at the right side a little slower than Chu Zihang, but she did not rush to cooperate with Chu Zihang's attack. Instead, she stood diagonally below the broken window.
The sun was setting, and specks of dust were dancing in the air. The old opera house was crumbling and dilapidated because of the fighting between the mixed-races. The sunlight shone on the ends of Lu Mingfei's hair, and it seemed to be coated with a layer of light gold.
Floating Light is a weapon that Samson specially made for Lu Mingfei. She said that as long as Lu Mingfei wants and can do it, she can swing a 40-meter-long sword, and no one can escape her attack range. It sounds like a joke, but if you think about the original huge body of the dragon clan, you won't think Samson is joking.
A faint golden color rippled in the depths of Lu Mingfei's pupils. Standing in the afterglow of the setting sun, the long-lost daylight came again.
But this time, it is no longer the sharp light blade like before. Tianguang itself is the word spirit that grasps the concept of light. Just like Xiyue uses Qianlong to grasp the water element to exert various properties, Tianguang can also adapt to different environments according to needs.
The fingertips gently pressed on the tip of the floating light. The sunlight seemed to be attracted by some kind of force. The golden light appeared like countless fireflies, slowly approaching Lu Mingfei's fingertips, one after another, on the floating light, which was so short that it could only be called a dagger. As Lu Mingfei's fingertips slowly extended forward, the floating light was artificially extended by her words. The originally transparent color gradually turned into a brilliant golden light blade visible to the naked eye. It was simple and solemn, and the length was more than one meter, like a golden scepter in the hands of an emperor. The dazzling brilliance was unparalleled in the world, and anyone could only kneel down and submit.
This is the true meaning of alchemical weapons. They are like attribute amplifiers in the game. Floating Light is to Sky Light as the Seven Deadly Sins are to Dragon Blood. The seven alchemical swords forged by Norton use dragon blood as bait, and after activation, they can show the true dragon-slaying form. Samson created Floating Light just for Sky Light, the Word Spirit. The accumulated light is not directly emitted but given to the alchemical weapon, allowing it to show a new form and power.
For thousands of years, humans have never really been involved in the secrets of alchemy. Chu Tianjiao, an S-level dragon slayer, once used the blade of the God of the Rain to kill the valiant and face Odin. Later, he died, and the Murasame was inserted into the remains of Maybach and left to Chu Zihang. Such a powerful figure never discovered the true face of the Murasame. This alchemical weapon is actually not a tool that Chu Zihang can use. In his hands, the Murasame is just an ordinary knife. Jun Yan cannot activate its alchemical power. The God of the Rain will automatically ooze rainwater to wash blood. It is the nature of the water element. The previous owner of the Murasame must have been a dragon slayer who used the water spirit.
At this moment, Fu Guang has completely become a qualified alchemical weapon. The power of Tian Guang is applied to the weapon naturally, and it still maintains its weight as light as a feather, but its power can break gold and jade. It is not like Chu Zihang who forcibly added Jun Yan to an alchemical knife called Yu, which is uncoordinated and relies entirely on brute force.
Lu Mingfei held the sword high above her head with both hands, concentrating her mind and breathing evenly. If Chu Zihang had time to take a closer look at her at this moment, he would have discovered that the way Lu Mingfei held the sword had never appeared in any modern sword-fighting school. Her little fingers were stretched forward and pressed together, like the posture of some kind of seal.
Fu Guang swung down, and the sword blade that should have been as light as a feather suddenly felt like it was weighing a thousand pounds. The power of the skylight was concentrated in this unified slash. The bright golden light rushed like a roaring river, piercing and striking directly, tearing an inch-deep crack in the floor along the way, and crashing head-on into Xiyue's water curtain, piercing through it with one strike, and shattered the power that supported Qianlong, and splashed water like rain falling from the sky.
It is said that the art of asking questions to the sky was created by an ancient man who looked up at the sky and suddenly had the idea of whether he could tear the sky into pieces. It was supposed to be a strike from bottom to top, using wind as a blade and force as a drive. Later, even the inventor himself felt that asking questions to the sky was something he could never do in his lifetime, so he improved this move as a method of killing the enemy.
The moment Qianlong's defense collapsed, the confrontation between water and fire also completely collapsed. The flames wrapped around Murasame suddenly became much higher. Chu Zihang continued to move forward without any pause or thought. The wind pressure from the opposite direction pressed his suit tightly against his body. In a very short distance, his speed was as fast as a tiger or leopard.
Heavy violence was forced upon Murasame's blade, and the burning Jun Yan was actually extinguished by one hand, along with the unstoppable killing force.
The slender wrist was covered with fine water-colored scales, extending along the arm to the neck. The girl in the red dress now only had two dazzling colors of red and blue intertwined, like a gorgeous evil ghost. This should have been a frightening scene, but it suddenly reminded people of the girl standing on the blue sea. Xiyue's smile was grim, and every breath was accompanied by a large amount of water vapor. The whole opera house was wet as if it was bathed in a heavy rain when a typhoon came. It was not difficult for her to block Chu Zihang's blade. She was indeed not good at close combat, but if violence itself was superior to the opponent, then no matter how bad you were at fighting, you could crush your opponent simply by strength and accuracy.
The offensive was resolved, and Chu Zihang directly planned to detonate the Junyan that was entangled with Murasame at this distance. Although he might be seriously injured, at least he could create opportunities for others.
But he was surprised to find that he could no longer use Jun Yan, because there was not a trace of fire element in the air around him. This was the first time in his life that he had encountered such a situation. Even when fighting against the King of Bronze and Fire, Norton had never forcibly controlled the fire element to leave Chu Zihang without fire. But now, the girl in front of him who had been using water, forcibly eliminated all the fire elements around her, putting Chu Zihang in a desperate situation.
Could it be that this runaway hybrid was even superior to Norton? Could it even grasp the concept of elements?
Xiyue held Murasame with her bare hands. Her scales had already covered her palms, so it was no problem for her to hold the blade with her bare hands. Chu Zihang tried to fight back with his strength, but was forced to retreat with her sword and was almost unable to stand. He could only thrust Murasame into the floor to dispel the violence.
"Tianguang." Xiyue didn't even look at Chu Zihang, because this hybrid had lost his proud Word Spirit, and was no longer a threat to her. She turned to look at Lu Mingfei with a bright and terrifying smile. Scales had covered half of her face, showing a life and death appearance of half beast and half human. "So this is why your bloodline is so attractive to me. Until just now, I was still curious why I fell in love with you at first sight. Now I have changed my mind. Don't eat. Let's change the way of playing. You and I... get married."
Lu Mingfei was stunned, her expression frozen, thinking to herself, after all this fuss, sister, are you a lesbian? No wonder as a soft girl, you have to eat other soft girls to grab social resources. You have contributed to the fact that there are so many bachelors in the world.
"I refuse!" Lu Mingfei said righteously, and proudly turned her head to one side, as if Xiyue was confessing to her, and as a coveted goddess, she was of course aloof.
"I'm not asking for your opinion, I'm ordering you." Xiyue's voice was soft, and the Siren's song was brighter than ever. Everyone present felt the sense of obedience bursting from the bottom of their hearts, and wanted to kneel down before the queen and listen to her will.
"You don't deserve it." The cold rejection did not come from Lu Mingfei, but from Xia Mi, the freshman who had not yet undergone any Cassel training. She came to the most dangerous position in her first mission, and at this moment she was standing next to Lu Mingfei.
"Is it your turn to say this?" There was a hint of contempt in Xiyue's smile. She didn't even look at Xia Mi much from beginning to end. Xia Mi herself should have known very well that there was no place for her in such an occasion, but she jumped out at this moment.
Xia Mi did not answer her, her expression calm, as if the girl who had performed invincible so far was only making empty threats to her.
Strange noises echoed quietly in the opera house, like steel being forcibly twisted and creaking. Before everyone had time to realize it, spider-web-like cracks had quickly spread along the ceiling, and then piles of rubble, cement and steel bars fell, and beneath them was Xiyue.
At this critical time, an earthquake occurred in Chicago!
The ground began to shake violently, and Xiyue was buried under tons of rubble. No one even had time to confirm whether she was dead or not. The executive department had already sent out a signal to retreat, because the amplitude of the tremor was far more than just a small earthquake. The whole world seemed to have been turned upside down.
This opera house was already very old. Even though the interior had been renovated, the building structure was still almost a hundred years old and was totally unable to withstand an earthquake of this magnitude. Large pieces of gold foil and rubble from the dome fell like rain, and the water pipes buried underground were torn out and rained down wildly. Every wall seemed to be cracking, as if it was the end of the world.
Xia Mi pulled Lu Mingfei and ran all the way. Heavy boulders fell in every direction around them. The place where they had just walked was filled with rubble. Every step was like a fight with death, but they were always lucky. Even if the splashing gravel scratched their heels, it could not stop them from escaping.
Finkel supported Chu Zihang and joined their team. It was rare that this defeated dog could show some loyalty at this moment. He did not run away first. Everyone groped forward like little mice biting each other's tails. In the quicksand and smoke, they suddenly saw a member of the executive department standing in the exit corridor, trying to shine a strong flashlight to illuminate the way ahead for them.
At this time, Lu Mingfei secretly looked back. The collapsing and falling world was filled with smoke. No one should still stay in such a place, but she seemed to see a vague figure standing there, sneering at their leaving figure.
"We will meet again, Sakura." Someone whispered quietly, determining each other's future destiny.
