Chapter 232: Crazy Dragon, Racing
"I'll use my fists to attack you."

It's a very funny sentence, but it's the reality.

Lu Mingfei ignored the so-called dark duel and directly started a fight between the contestants.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have probably been crushed to pieces by that kick that was as heavy as thunder and full of grit, but Bai Mo's boxing and kicking skills were not weak.

Hands and feet collided, strength tussled with each other, and the air between the two people was a little heavy.

The loud sound is invisible, with only a muffled sound.

Bai Mo and Lu Mingfei both understood each other.

Through the fight between fists and feet, both sides have understood what the other party is thinking. This "real" thought in the fight between fists and feet is more direct than any language.

Why you swing your fist and why you swing it can be more concise and clear to your enemy than words.

So, Lu Mingfei heard a sentence.

"Hello, I am your system. I found that your growth needs to be tested, so I am here to patch you."

Bai Mo pulled out a card and slapped it on the duel chuck on his arm.

"I activate the magic card, Fireball!"

The fire element condensed and, under an incomprehensible majesty, condensed into a fireball as big as a human head, and then flew towards Lu Mingfei.

Grass!
Kill kill kill kill!

Lu Mingfei had only one idea in his mind, which was to use his fists to kill the mortal enemy in front of him one by one.

"Go to hell!"

When he raised his fist, it seemed as if it had the power to collapse mountains.

The fireball was shattered at the moment of collision, and then Lu Mingfei swung at the white foam on the D wheel with a ferocious face.

This attack was made in revenge, and contained nothing but pure hatred.

"I activate the magic card, Orichalcum's magic barrier!"

Baimo held a blank card, and along with the language, words and entry descriptions appeared.

Olihagang's magic barrier.

Effect, immune to any health loss caused by attacks.

The magic card was slapped onto the chuck by Bai Mo, and then Lu Mingfei's fist seemed to hit the bronze bell in the temple, making a loud noise and ripples.

"block----!!"

The sound was deafening, and almost everyone within dozens of kilometers was awakened by the sudden loud noise.

Chu Zihang and Caesar were on their way.

"Activate magic card fusion."

Bai Mo printed the cards on the spot and held up the cards in his hand.

The elements converge here.

The power of the five elements. From the perspective of the elemental world, all the elements within a hundred miles are absorbed into this card.

With the filling of the elements, white foam completes the inca.

"Come out, True Blue-Eyes Ultimate Dragon!"

The fusion card disappeared, and three white dragons were pinched out. They were like myths descending into reality, roaring into this world in an instant.

The white dragon is not big, less than ten meters in total, with a slender body, exactly the same as the monsters in Yu-Gi-Oh, and its scales gleam with silver luster.

As the fusion card disappeared, the three white dragons merged together to form a gigantic three-headed dragon that was twenty meters long.

"Strong! Invincible! The strongest! Smash! Shatter! Cheer! Super explosive jet!"

Bai Mo pointed his finger at Lu Mingfei's position.

The terrifying energy wave was condensed in the mouth of the True Blue-Eyes Ultimate Dragon, and the turbulence of the elements brought about a strong wind.

"Is everything over?" Lu Mingfei felt this exaggerated force. It was obvious that this was not something that humans and hybrids could withstand.

"Brother, don't give up."

Time stopped at this moment, and Lu Mingfei looked at Lu Mingze floating beside him.

"What are you doing here? Can't you just let me die?"

Seeing Lu Mingfei's determination to seek death, Lu Mingze felt a little embarrassed.

His growth presents an incalculable curve, much faster than the normal dragon story, but in the same way, Lu Mingfei's growth is accompanied by abnormal psychological development.

"Cough." Lu Mingze coughed lightly.

As long as you are not discovered, then there is no problem!
"This is your duel disk, brother. I'm here to give you a monthly card plug-in. Also, call on your bond!"

After completing the gift of the plug-in, Lu Mingze disappeared on the spot.

Lu Mingfei looked down at the azure duel disk that appeared on his arm, sensing the prompt information it gave. "...I understand."

Lu Mingfei looked up, stretched out his hand and pulled out a card forcefully.

"I activate the magic cylinder!"

After saying that, the energy bomb that was originally fired at Lu Mingfei hit Bai Mo instead.

The collision between Orichalcum's magic barrier and the True Blue-Eyes Ultimate Dragon's huge jet was a real-life version of "using one's own spear to attack another's shield".

The air was filled with smoke, and a moment later, the D wheel was intact and emitting thick smoke.

Intact?

Lu Mingfei "saw" the cracks on the duel chuck on Bai Mo's arm, as well as the chaotic aura on his body.

"continue…"

"continue!"

At the same time, the principal, who was monitoring what was happening here through the Internet, had a dull expression on his face.

What haven't I seen?
I have never seen a real-life version of the Yu-Gi-Oh movie where the monsters fight each other in real life.

After being stunned for a few seconds, Ange twisted his neck and asked the vice-president beside him amid the crackling sound: "Is this alchemy?"

"I don't know." The vice principal waved his hand, looking like he didn't understand.

"Aren't you an expert in alchemy? How could you not know the last name Nicholas?"

"Do you think I know what those perverts who have spent countless millennia in the Land of the Dead have developed?"

This is also true.

Ang nodded.

If the vice-president could really stay in the attic of Kassel Academy and remotely use alchemy to understand the group of self-proclaimed gods deeper inside Nibelung...Ange would probably draw his sword and chop it down right now.

"Tell me what you think is going on."

The vice-president waved his hand, took the Coke beside him, and said nonchalantly: "The Dragon King, Odin, the old gods, the new gods, the Arctic Circle, the secret party... they are all possible, even your friends are possible."

There are many suspects, including you and me.

The meaning of these words made Angers feel very embarrassed.

Are all the friends I make people who are secretly plotting something?

Pompeii, Lu Mingze, Uesugi Yue...

It seems like everyone is the same.

"My question is not this, but whether this incident in Egypt is aimed at the Dragon King."

"It may be, it may not be." The vice-principal pointed to the newspaper next to Angers.

"There are a few people involved in America's problem, so it's normal for some people to trip you up. Maybe a certain person or a certain dragon is upset with you and decided to come after you."

"So, I think I'll have to stay away from you. You've been so unlucky lately."

"Haha." Angé sneered twice.

"I'm unlucky, and you're not much better."

"Your students are ready to join forces with the American military to fight in the Arctic Circle!"

This represents the battle between the hybrids of the dragon race and modern human civilization, and many historical issues will be exposed!

At that time, the secret party was probably completely in name only. No one thought that the secret party was useful. Everyone fought against each other, each using their own methods to determine who was the better.

"I can't control her." The vice principal yawned, looking nonchalant.

"Besides, this is just a small fight."

"...You'd better take care of it." Angers suggested: "At least you can help later."

"Forget it. I'm old and have so many things to deal with. I'm not going to survive."

The vice-president paused and looked directly into Ange's eyes: "Is there a dragon king in Egypt?"

"No."

"So that's the case. What do you want to do?"

"A small plan. I plan to kill some people and chop down a few dragons."

"I wish you a safe journey, and also... there is no return."

"You are blessing the dead."

"Ange, aren't you dead?"

(End of this chapter)