Dragon Raja 2; Chapter 195: Deadly Sword for Every Dragon King (7)

Dragon Raja 2

The train moved faster and faster, while Chu Zihang also moved faster—like two meteors heading in opposite directions down the tunnel, east and west, one toward escape, one toward death.

Lu Mingfei sat on the bench, his hands on his knees, expressionless like a good student in class. This antique train was breaking apart the Kamaitachi swarm throughout the tunnel at a speed of 80 km/h, the sound of bones shattering echoing in his ears.

Seriously? The escape list only had his name on it. Everyone in Cassell College underestimated him—they looked like they were caring for him, but in fact, they thought he wasn’t qualified to shoulder anything with them. Last time, they sent him off to have dinner with a girl—that was his job. This time, they arranged for him to run away—still his job. No one thought he could contribute, no one expected anything from him, and they always wore those preachy expressions.

Sure, sure. He also really wanted to tell that red-haired girl that he liked her a lot, that he was always thinking about her, that he’d do anything for her. If the little witch actually cared, he could even go blow up the axle of her wedding car, like a heroic bandit riding a magnificent horse to snatch the bride. But did Nono really care about what he thought? She was just showing some pity to a down-and-out junior, wasn’t she? And then, as planned and as everyone expected, she’d still marry her shining, brilliant boyfriend. She told him to run while she stayed in the most dangerous place with her boyfriend.

That’s what feelings are, as Chen Wenwen said—something shared between people who’ve spent time together. Outsiders are always clueless, never knowing how much tenderness lies behind the messages a girl sends to her boyfriend while she smiles at you.

How the hell do you blow up her axle like that? Blow it up, and she’d just replace it to go to her grand wedding, wouldn’t she? So, you could only hold the reins of your horse and stand like an idiot in the rain, watching her back.

Chu Zihang was a joke—a guy who hadn’t even been in a relationship, trying to understand girls by reading books. What qualifications did he have to preach about feelings? That kind of awkward guy would only end up making his life unnecessarily tragic. The things he said, he hadn’t done them himself, had he? He said nothing, missed everything. Someone like him would probably talk to a tree hole when feeling miserable, right? Maybe a conch shell or something—Chu Zihang often used a conch shell as a paperweight. If you turned that conch over, it was probably filled with all his inner monologues.

“Now he’s taking those inner monologues with him to die,” Lu Mingfei thought.

Good for him—if you’re a desperate man, you should die that way—going all out, with no retreat.

Lu Mingfei tried his best to convince himself. He had tried several times already, but he couldn’t bring himself to summon Lu Mingze again. That was his last card, his life itself. But he was really too scared to risk it anymore—fear ran deep into his bones.

Nono didn’t call again. Lu Mingfei clutched his phone tightly.

Even now, are you still waiting for her message? Even now, you still won’t give up…

Suddenly, Lu Mingfei lit up the screen, intending to delete all of Nono’s messages, like erasing a memory. He hardened his heart, gritted his teeth, his expression twisted.

The last message—sent on the night of July 17, 2010, his birthday.

Lu Mingfei jumped from the seat as if electrocuted. He couldn’t control his hand, missing the message several times while trying to open it. What was going on? This was a message he’d opened before, but he couldn’t remember it at all. That night, he waited for a birthday message from Nono until just before his flight took off. He received greetings from everyone—except her. This birthday message shouldn’t exist at all! But here it was, as if it had suddenly appeared on his phone, traveling through time from that stormy night.

Lu Mingfei finally managed to open it. The car was filled with a girl’s playful singing, “Happy birthday to you, Li, Li Ricardo, happy birthday to you, Li, Li Ricardo…”

You could imagine the girl, carefree and happy while recording the song, anticipating the smile it would bring when you heard it. She tilted her head, wore earphones, her red hair flying in the wind, singing a self-made birthday song.

Repeat play… repeat… repeat! Again!

Lu Mingfei slumped weakly into the seat, staring blankly at the ceiling for a long time, then curled up into a small ball.

Hey, friend! She really sent you a birthday message, seriously recorded a song. She did everything she promised you. She never promised to marry you because you never asked her, did you? She did everything she promised—are you still hoping she’d quietly leave a spot open for you as her backup boyfriend? What do you think you deserve? Do you really understand her? Do you know when she’s happy or sad? Have you ever helped her with anything? Your liking her is just adolescent foolishness, isn’t it? What do you have to complain about? You’re the one fleeing now, and she’s about to be destroyed along with the entire city.

And she told you to run!

“Don’t be stupid!” Lu Mingfei suddenly jumped up from the bench. “Is risking your life going to work? You’ll all die! The only one… who qualifies to gamble his life…” He took a deep breath and spoke softly, “is me.”

Desperate men always have no way out. He was the kind of person who would go crazy when it came down to it—he had always known.

He kicked open the door at the back of the train. Chu Zihang really was ruthless—he had only taught him how to start it, not how to stop it, completely cutting off his escape. Eighty kilometers an hour, heading straight into the surging swarm of Kamaitachi—this was really risking it all!

“You jump, I jump!” Lu Mingfei lunged out. The world spun around—it felt like being stuffed into a tumble dryer lined with iron spikes.

He struggled to his feet, then dashed into the depths of the tunnel, like a brave porcupine.

Blood slowly covered his pupils, turning his vision entirely red. The dragon twisted in the air, its long tail, neck, and wings forming a perfect circle, like the ancient Indian statues of Shiva, often dancing within a circle—a symbol of the universe.

Chu Zihang, wielding a sword in one hand and a blade in the other, pushed himself up once more. This shattered body had been repaired by dragon blood countless times, and he couldn’t remember how many times he had charged into the deadly domain ahead. The Dragon King remained focused solely on his dance, and Chu Zihang never once managed to get close. In the domain, molten iron shards floated, accompanied by arcs of lightning and storms, all surging toward him like a tidal wave. Every time, his “King’s Blaze” domain melted them into molten iron, but there was always a next wave, as if a multi-meter caliber machine gun were constantly aimed at him.

He knew he couldn’t hold on any longer—this was already beyond human limits.