Volume 3 Hello, Eri Chapter 315 Avengers (IV)
Chu Zihang looked at the sudden reinforcements in surprise. His mind was always on Angers, and he did not see Fingel's position in the air. The words of the Fire Dragon Slayer were obviously directed at him.
Black flames enveloped Finger, rising and falling like waves, the color was like a landscape painting by a Chinese master, and the Dark Demon Blade drew a dark arc. Li Yuanhao casually snapped her fingers at Finger, and the air at her fingertips suddenly twisted, like a bullet ready to be fired, emitting a fighter-like whistle along the way and rushing straight towards Finger.
Like Chu Zihang, Finkel could not see the attack. He could only activate the Bronze Throne and hold the Dark Killing Flame Demon Sword horizontally in front of him. The invisible air bomb hit the Dark Killing Flame Demon Sword, creating an astonishing tornado that rolled up all the fragments of the viaduct and threw them into the sea.
Finkel, who was in the eye of the storm, should have suffered the same fate as those things, but he actually withstood such a high speed, and only the kinetic energy of his fall was reduced. The black flames of the Night Killing Flame Demon Sword rose up in the wind like mountains, weakening the power of the gale wherever it went.
He spun his body, and the black knife curved into a circle, slashing towards Li Yuanhao's neck. The knife almost succeeded, but was forcibly stopped when it was only a finger away from Li Yuanhao's skin. Finger felt that he had indeed slashed something, but he couldn't see it. Considering the power of the King of Sky and Wind, it was most likely something like an air wall.
Despite the dual protection of the blade and the body, Finkel still felt as if he had just hugged a cannonball that exploded in his chest, and his ribs ached slightly.
Finkel knew better than anyone how strong the Bronze Throne was. Blocking bullets and artillery shells was a piece of cake for it; it wouldn't even shake. But it would be damaged by Li Yuanhao's casual attack. That kind of invisible attack was like a heavy sniper rifle, with extremely high initial speed and penetrating power. If it weren't for the whistling sound, there would be no way to realize timely defense.
Li Yuanhao grabbed the broken end of his bone, tore off the half bone, and held it in his hands. The wind blade as sharp as a machine tool rotated around the bone, cutting it into sharp spikes. The bones in the middle were connected in series by thin locks, resembling the so-called chain gun.
She grabbed the chain in the middle and threw this unique weapon out. It looked only about 2 meters long, but when it stretched out, the interlocking locks in the middle would extend again, continuing to extend its length. Under the guidance of the wind duct, the bone chain gun completely violated the laws of physics, like a twisted white snake, it instantly wrapped around Fingel for more than a dozen times, and then immediately retracted.
At that moment, Finkel saw clearly that the lock buckle was covered with tiny sharp teeth like needles. This thing would be like a saw. Once it touched the body, Li Yuanhao pulled one end of the chain gun, and a dozen turns were enough to cut any flesh into pieces, including the bones inside.
The Dark Demon Sword slashed the chain, making a clear sound like tempered steel, but the chain did not move at all. It was obvious that the thing that Chu Zihang could cut in half with one sword before was now harder than dragon scales!
Finkel thought that something was wrong. He was too ostentatious when he appeared on the scene and completely attracted Li Yuanhao's attention. This guy's tricks were not revealed at all. Facing such a Dragon King, he didn't know if the Bronze Throne could withstand it.
Jun Yan exploded on Li Yuanhao's back. Chu Zihang seized the moment when Li Yuanhao's attention was diverted. The scorching air wave hit her back with a hissing sound, but it only made her stumble forward, and the chain gun slowed down its circle.
Finkel used the Dark Demon Blade to pick up a chain. The black blade light greatly extended the length of the blade. The chain finally succeeded in trapping him, and the spikes sank into his body, like thousands of fine needles. The Dark Demon Blade spun and wound around more chains. Relying on the hardness of the bronze throne, Finkel used his body as a fulcrum. His face flushed, he roared and exerted force, and he pried the chain from his body to create a gap, which then became larger and larger. He twisted his body, as if trying to take off his tights, and took the weapon off his body bit by bit, and jumped out like a tiger, trying to keep enough distance from Li Yuanhao.
"This woman is not easy to deal with!" Finkel spat on the ground. He was covered in blood. Although he looked terrible, he was like a Super Saiyan on the Bronze Throne. He was extremely resistant to blows. Even his hair was truly standing on end without hairspray, which gave him a full visual impact.
He planned to cooperate with Chu Zihang. If he attacked rashly again, he would probably suffer a big loss like just now. Li Yuanhao looked at them coldly. She could probably guess what Fingel was thinking, but she didn't care. Her body had not fully recovered yet and still needed some time. Fingel didn't dare to rush to attack and she was happy to drag it out. Time was important to both sides.
"You are...Fingal?" Chu Zihang asked hesitantly. It felt like the genius Uchiha Sasuke saw Uzumaki Naruto, the last in the class, suddenly take out the Rasengan and the Nine-Tails Transformation, becoming more powerful than himself. Chu Zihang was certainly not the kind of person who would envy the virtuous in such matters. He just felt that this scene was a bit too outrageous and he couldn't accept it. I think most people are like him, already familiar with the sleazy administrator on the Night Watch forum.
"...No, I'm the Flame Dragon Slayer! A Japanese hero who shouts when he sees injustice!" Finkel pinched his throat and answered in a singer's bass voice. The KFC paper bag was still firmly attached to his head as if it was glued. "Have you seen Kamen Rider?"
"You are Finkel."
"Who is Fingel? I've never heard of him. This name is too low-brow and doesn't suit a big shot like me. I've already said I'm Kamen Rider."
"Stop pretending. You're still wearing Takama-ga-hara's suit. It's a custom-made one in the store, and your name is written on it." Chu Zihang pointed at the corner of Finkel's fluttering suit. In order to avoid confusion when sending them for cleaning, the clothes in the Takama-ga-hara store are marked with the owner of the clothes.
Finkel looked down... and cursed SHIT under his breath, but he still decided to deny it to the end.
"You would rather believe that I am Qin Shi Huang than the Fire Dragon Slayer?" He tore off the label that said Heracles, which was his nickname in Takamagahara.
Chu Zihang shook his head, his face clearly full of "I don't believe it". This time, Finger was completely out of temper. As a campus paparazzi, he certainly knew what kind of character his paparazzi target was. When he looked at him from a distance, he thought such a man was cute. But when he became the victim, he knew how bad the girls in the college felt when facing Chu Zihang. Even if you whispered in his ear ten thousand times that I bought a very sexy swimsuit, and you played volleyball with him on the beach the next day, he would still smash you expressionlessly and make you pick up the ball all over the floor.
"What the hell do you care who I am!" Finkel didn't want to get entangled with President Lionheart anymore. He wasn't gay, he just came to help out out of friendship. After all, he made a lot of money from Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei, and the paparazzi knew how to repay a favor. "I obviously didn't have to jump out, but I'm on your side now. It's clear that I'm yours. Do you still need to ask so many questions! Throw the principal aside and pick up your knife! Otherwise, we'll all be doomed!"
Angé's face was pale. The aftereffects of the blood explosion and the bone still stuck in his chest made him unable to do anything. His whole body was soft like a puddle of mud. He tried hard to pat Chu Zihang's shoulders, signaling Chu Zihang to do as he was told. Carrying him to fight would only be a burden for Chu Zihang.
Since the principal himself said so, Chu Zihang had no choice but to push Ange against the guardrail of the overpass, with Augustus in his left hand and Murasame in his right hand. No matter whether the comrade beside him was Finkel or the real Flame Dragon Slayer, he was right about one thing: if Li Yuanhao was not killed, everyone would be doomed. Ange killed her brother, and the King of Sky and Wind had reason to avenge his brother.
In the dim vision, Ange vaguely saw the figure of Fingel's bronze throne. He was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered the dazzling figure many years ago, who was always followed by countless elites, as if the new era of dragon slayers was about to begin in the hands of this young man. At that time, Ange was full of expectations for this young man, just as he values Lu Mingfei now.
"Brother, your weapons are a bit out of date." Finkel glanced at Chu Zihang's two knives. "What era are you still playing with antiques? Alchemical weapons are popular now."
"I know, but no one has taught me, so I don't know how to use it." Chu Zihang frankly admitted his inadequacy. Recalling Lu Mingfei's lightsaber and Percy's words, it was no wonder that on that rainy night on the viaduct, the Murasame in the man's hand was so powerful and every blow drew blood. The feeling of Murasame in Chu Tianjiao's hands was completely different from that in his own hands.
"Please lend it to me and take a look." said Finkel.
Chu Zihang handed Murasame to Fingel. Facing this Flame Dragon Slayer who jumped out to help at the critical moment, Chu Zihang gave absolute trust. As for Augustus, Chu Zihang still held it in his hand. It was the knife that Percy lent him, and the temporary user did not have the authority to dispose of it at will.
"With such a strong smell of blood, I wonder how many evil spirits it has killed and how many life-and-death battles it has experienced. But this kind of sword is a good sword. Putting it in a museum for people to admire is the greatest blasphemy to a sword. They are born to kill enemies." Finkel held up the Murasame, walked around its blade to observe it, and said with a smile, "Hello! Murasame!"
The air vibrated strangely, and Fingel's words were like some kind of magic spell, activating the dormant sword soul in the sword. Fine dew oozed out of the Murasame sword, washing away Deadpool's blood. Those Inazuma electric lines actually came to life, growing along the blade and even the handle, and finally attached to Fingel's fingers holding the sword.
"No, I'm not your master." Finkel smiled. He was very satisfied with Murasame's performance. Although the alchemical form had never been activated, Chu Zihang had held it through life and death countless times.
He threw the knife back to Chu Zihang, who grabbed it in mid-air and felt a chill all over his body. It was like the feeling in a martial arts novel where the protagonist's Ren and Du meridians were suddenly opened, and he became a martial arts genius.
Chu Zihang could feel the dragon blood in his body resonating with Murasame. The Inazuma pattern on the blade stained the back of his hand and then slowly disappeared, as if it had penetrated into his skin. His right hand holding the knife could control it naturally without any special effort.
In his mind, he gradually recalled the swordsmanship that his father Chu Tianjiao had used on rainy nights. It swept across the wilderness and swallowed up the mountains and rivers. It seemed that every sword could cut through the rain curtain. It was something completely different from the swordsmanship of the Children's Palace. It must have been taught by a traditional master. That man never taught him any fighting skills until his death. He only left Chu Zihang with this sword stuck in the Maybach. However, Murasame remembered Chu Tianjiao's swordsmanship as a sword, and gave him all the sword-swinging movements in the past when he woke up.
So this is what you left behind? You kept saying that Kassel was a shitty place and it was better not to go there if you could, but you really wanted me to join the academy, right? Because you knew I was the same person as you. When you decided to stay, you prepared this knife. You believed that I would hold it again and complete what you failed to do.
If you were still alive at this moment, you would definitely laugh and pat my shoulder, saying that I know the quality of the products I produce better than anyone else, and be full of pride, right? You always look like that when you hold my report card. Although I always say that I don't like you to do that, I really love to see you waving my report card. At that time, you always jump excitedly like a big child.
At this moment, Chu Zihang was full of confidence, which was rare. In fact, he had never overestimated himself, but he always tried his best. But now he held up Murasame, and the splashing raindrops in the sky fell into his golden eyes. He believed that he could chop off anyone's head with Murasame!
"Thank you, Flame Dragon Slayer." Chu Zihang said.
"You finally believe that I am a hero passing by." Finkel, no, the Fire Dragon Slayer, took out a cigar from his suit pocket. He used the black flames of the Dark Demon Sword to light the cigarette, which meant that the black flames were not visual special effects, but truly had the properties of fire. However, they had no temperature at all, as if they had been dead for a long time.
"Come on, sword." The Flame Dragon Slayer said calmly, holding a cigar.
Something broke through the air behind him and attacked him. Chu Zihang turned around alertly and saw Fury flying past his scalp, creating a strong wind, and then stabbing into the road in front of the Flame Dragon Slayer. It was followed by Pride, and then Envy, Laziness, Greed, and Gluttony. The six Seven Deadly Sins seemed to have been summoned by the emperor, and each sound represented the arrival of a new blade.
