Chapter 147: Fingel's Dragon Slayer Group
Zhang Baiqing looked at it like a fool: "I'm not trying to stop you from leaving. Am I here to stand here and enjoy the scenery?"

"You're very different."

Constantine looked at him deeply. He could see that the man in front of him was different from them. His power did not come from dragon blood. He was covered with something used to resist fire, which did not seem to be an element.

Its IQ is much higher than Fenrir. If Fenrir is like a child who has just entered elementary school, then it is a half-grown child who has just entered junior high school. Although it has not completely gotten rid of its childish thinking, it has also acquired a certain degree of independent thinking ability.

"But no one can stop me! Jun Yan!"

In just a few words, Constantine once again activated the fire element and instantly released the King's Flame.

The power of this Jun Yan was insufficient due to its haste, and was weaker than the one Chu Zihang released in Yinshan, but the reinforced underground cave was still shaken, and uncontrolled boulders fell from above, and the entire cave was instantly shaky.

Lu Mingfei closed his eyes and turned his head, and the huge airflow hit the exit where he was again.

He felt that breathing was becoming increasingly difficult, and the air here was very hot, and every breath he took felt like it was burning his lungs.

The oxygen in the cave was getting thinner and thinner. The Bronze and Fire King were burning there, and the oxygen was consumed very quickly. If the battle was not resolved quickly, the oxygen entering the air intake would not be enough. If this continued, they might all die of lack of oxygen here.

This cave, which was used to prepare for killing the King of Bronze and Fire, would just become their grave, saving them the trouble of digging a hole and burying people.

The high temperature and explosion of Jun Yan could not stop Zhang Baiqing. He could even ignore the damage and effects brought by Jun Yan.

He turned the eight-sided Han sword in his hand and cut off one of Constantine's arms.

The Eight-sided Han Sword absorbed a lot of the Dragon King's blood, and the sword body quickly grew larger, turning into a giant sword.

Constantine's body was terribly hot, like a red-hot iron, but Zhang Baiqing did not try to stop him with the intention of subduing him. His goal was to kill him!

Losing an arm might not be a big deal for the Dragon King, as there was not even any blood flowing from the wound on his torso.

Only the arm that fell to the ground was oozing with pure dragon blood.

Perhaps it anticipated that it would be difficult to escape, the third eye on its forehead turned and looked around, then it began to chant the long and ancient dragon script, and the invisible realm began to expand and spread.

Zhang Baiqing and Angé, who were closest to it, felt a barrier repelling them.

"Kill it quickly! It wants to use the Candle Dragon!"

Ange reacted quickly and realized that only high-level Words could bring a protective field, and what was the highest-level Word of the Bronze and Fire King?
Of course, it was the Candle Dragon that represented the ultimate fire element! It was unknown whether the Candle Dragon released by Constantin in this state could melt a city, but it could definitely melt the entire Kassel Academy, both above and below the ground.

Chu Zihang thought that if it was not killed in the correct way, it would still explode, but its power might not be as powerful as Zhulong, but it would definitely be able to send Kassel College into the sky.

The elements of the Dragon King who forcibly broke out of the egg are unstable. If he is killed forcefully, his body will collapse. Just like the big fireball condensed by the dragon servant in Sanxia, ​​it will explode instantly after being detonated prematurely!

But...what is the proper way to kill Constantine?
It was that golden eyeball! Lu Mingfei's intuition told him that it was the golden eyeball on its forehead!
But it can’t be locked!
Constance knew its own weaknesses, so it rushed around with its domain, hoping to directly create an escape route.

But its power was not enough, and the defensive effect of the defense field was also not enough. Zhang Baiqing could cut it directly with the Eight-sided Han Sword, Angé could cut it with a saber, and even Chu Zihang, who was holding the "ordinary alchemical weapon" Murasame, gritted his teeth and cut open the field.

However, the Candle Dragon condensed very quickly, and the temperature of the underground cave rose sharply again. The air outlet became an air inlet, and the outside air was sucked in violently like the Dragon King sucking water, and even formed a wind vortex.

When it dodged Chu Zihang's knife, Zhang Baiqing leaped open the protective field and got behind it like Lao Liu. He thrust the Eight-sided Han Sword into its back and went straight through its body.

The Eight-Sided Han Sword frantically absorbed the pure dragon blood, causing Constantine's body to stiffen.

Chu Zihang took the opportunity to insert the long knife into its third eye, but Lu Mingfei seized the opportunity and pulled the trigger faster. The Philosopher's Stone bullet, which was close to the speed of sound, passed through the defense area unhindered and hit Constantine's third eye in less than a second.

Its eyeball, which looked like a golden glass ball, was broken, and the restless fire elements condensed in the cave were like dry sand that was squeezed tightly and immediately dispersed after it was released.

……

Old Tang was driving leisurely on the street.

In the United States, cars are a good thing, almost a necessity. With such a vast land and sparse population, they often need cars. People can even sleep directly in the car at night in the wild.

So even though Old Tang didn't have much money, he had a pickup truck that he didn't know how many times it had been used. Although it was a bit tattered and everything else made noises except the horn, it could still be used after some repairs.

Moreover, pickup trucks have many uses and are convenient for hauling things.

"Run! Run! Brother, leave here and don't come back!"

Hearing the little boy's sad and desperate cry, Old Tang suddenly burst into tears, as if he had lost the most important thing.

"What did I lose?"

He held the steering wheel of the car, his face full of confusion, and felt empty inside.

There was a sudden pain in his heart, as if it was torn apart. The sudden and severe pain made him faint.

After he passed out, the car lost control and crashed into the wall of a roadside store. The clerk in the store was startled by the loud noise, thinking it was the sound of freedom, and subconsciously shrank under the cash register.

By the time he realized he had been hit by a car outside, someone had already found the unconscious Old Tang in the car and called 911.

……

After killing the King of Bronze and Fire, Constantine, the campus became peaceful. Holding the dragon bone cross, Angé confidently applied for a batch of funds from the school board to reward the three armies.

All participants received a considerable bonus, but those who did not participate received no reward.

"Damn, is slaying a dragon so profitable? Why is there no bonus for killing the White King in Tokyo Bay, Japan? Did Principal Ange pocket it for himself?"

When Finkel saw the balance in Lu Mingfei’s bank card, he immediately became jealous.

A full two hundred thousand dollars! Lu Mingfei was still a freshman! He had earned his first pot of gold! And he heard that there were only injuries but no deaths in this operation, which meant that at best he would get a little injury and a bonus of 1 dollars! This was enough to clear all his debts, and he would still have more than a hundred thousand dollars left!
"Only two hundred thousand dollars?"

Lu Mingfei thought it was too little. He was risking his life to save the world! Only 20 US dollars?
He thought that it should at least be doubled, right? That would be barely acceptable.

Finger said sourly: "Maybe he is afraid that after you become rich, you will become afraid of death and lose the passion and courage needed to slay a dragon?"

Lu Mingfei remained noncommittal, he suspected this was a possibility.

Then he checked the transfer records and found that the 20 bonus was given in two installments! One installment of 5 was for the Beijing event, and the bonus for the Bronze and Fire King was only 15!
"This academy is too stingy." Finkel embraced Lu Mingfei, "Why don't we get Zhang Baiqing and Chu Zihang to drop out of school, and the four of us will team up to slay the dragon ourselves. Then we can kill them all at once. And then we can sell the dragon corpse to Kassel College, and we will definitely make more money. By then, won't we have sports cars, yachts, and young models in the club?"

"You and me? Are the two of them killing each other indiscriminately?" Lu Mingfei glanced at this useless senior brother.

"It's not impossible, but I think the chances of this plan being successful are really high!"

Finkel said excitedly: "Working for Kassel College, we will always be exploited by the college. Someone has done statistics and found that the compensation received by employees is only one sixth of the value they generate. This is simply like a vampire. No, this is simply sucking the marrow out of our bones!"

“No wonder Marx said: Capital comes into the world dripping with blood and filth from head to toe.”

Finger said sadly: "Only when we take charge of our own affairs can we get what we deserve and get rid of poverty!"

Lu Mingfei was no longer surprised by Finkel's occasional outbursts. It had been three months since the start of the school year, and he had already roughly figured out the situation of this useless senior brother.

This senior is a celebrity in the school.

I failed a lot of courses and I am still making up for my sophomore year. I don’t know if I can pass this year or get my diploma next year. My wallet is empty. I owe tens of thousands of dollars in loans. I don’t know how many years I will have to work to pay it off after graduation. Sometimes when I get excited, I talk nonsense. It may be a problem brought on by writing news. I tend to exaggerate.

Lu Mingfei ignored him, but Finkel and Lu Mingfei were walking together. When he met two people who were also walking together, he still shared his ambitious plan.

"Can you get some Philosopher's Stone bullets?" Chu Zihang asked.

The Philosopher's Stone bullets are still very lethal to dragons. The powerful spirit of the dragon will be wiped out by the Philosopher's Stone, thus killing the dragon completely.

"No." Finkel shook his head.

How can a Philosopher's Stone Bullet be obtained so easily? The material is a dragon bone cross, and the alchemist who makes it must have superb alchemy skills. These two conditions are not ordinary.

"Is your intelligence network well-developed? Can you get information about Long?" Zhang Baiqing asked.

"It seems impossible."

The reason why the secret party or Kassel Academy has so much intelligence is that it relies on a powerful intelligence network and relies on executive department specialists active around the world to deliver intelligence.

As for the information about dragons, it was also accumulated and passed down by them bit by bit. Through the accumulation and inheritance from generation to generation, they even successfully deduced that the authority of the Dragon King came from dragon blood.

But where does Finkel get such well-informed information and historical records?
"What about alchemical weapons? When fighting a dragon, alchemical weapons can easily become consumables. There must be an alchemist who can help repair and provide weapons." Chu Zihang asked again.

"No." Finkel still shook his head. How could alchemical items be so easy to obtain? If it wasn't a bargain, the price would easily be hundreds of millions of dollars, or even hundreds of millions of dollars!
Alchemists are not that easy to find. This profession is much rarer than half-bloods. They are half-bloods among half-bloods.

"Where is the medical team that handles dragon blood? What if the fighters are contaminated by dragon blood during the battle?" Zhang Baiqing asked.

“It seems that there is none…”

Lu Mingfei couldn't help but cover his face.

Zhang Baiqing looked at him with disdain: "Going to slay a dragon when you have nothing, what's the difference between this and asking Ye Wen to go to the battlefield of World War II with bare hands?"

"But we have you!" Finkel said with shining eyes, "Zhang Baiqing, you and Chu Zihang are both powerful instant combat forces, and don't the Eight Snake Qi families owe you a favor? We can borrow their dragon blood information, alchemy technology and medical technology. We also have Lu Mingfei, who has S-level bloodline. As long as he grows up, he will be a great help. I have thought of a name for our team, it's called the Dragon Slayer Team!"

Lu Mingfei was convinced, "What about your function?"

"Me? I'm here to mediate." Finkel said carelessly, "I'm responsible for logistical support and resolving conflicts between you so that we can unite. After all, unity is strength. Only by uniting can we kill the dragon."

"If you hadn't come to slay dragons, you might have been a good financial professional on Wall Street..." Lu Mingfei said speechlessly, "You are quite good at making money out of nothing and spreading fabricated false news."

Zhang Baiqing left, muttering as he walked: "Another madman has joined the dragon-slaying team. It seems that the principal needs to pay attention to the spiritual development and care of the students, so that they won't become too stressed and go crazy."

Lu Mingfei also said: "Don't think about your dragon-slaying group. You should think about how to work after graduation to pay off your debts first."

Lu Mingfei's distrust made Feng'er very sad. "You don't trust me. Our relationship, to use your Chinese words, is like we've fought together and had sex together, right?"

"I rely on!"

Lu Mingfei was startled by his words. He quickly looked around and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there was no one around. He said, "Don't talk nonsense. What's your girlfriend's virginity? At most, I just went there to wash my feet and get a massage, but I didn't have that experience!"

"Foot massage?"

Finkel's eyes lit up, and when he thought of the beautiful little sister's white and soft hands, he immediately put his hands on Lu Mingfei's shoulders.

With a lewd smile on his face, he said, "Tell me more about foot washing and massage. If you have time, take me to experience it. If you don't have time, just pay for it and I can experience it myself."

"You kid..."

Lu Mingfei also had an obscene smile on his face, but when he was about to say something, he suddenly closed his mouth and his expression became serious.

He was afraid that Finkel would spread a rumor on the campus forum tomorrow that he went to the red-light district, and then sell information about where he went and which young lady he sponsored.

Fingle is not like a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water. He still has some shame!

(End of this chapter)