Dragon Raja 3; Chapter 393: Night of the King’s Assassination (9)

Dragon Raja 3

The advertising airship plunged straight down, leaving Lu Mingfei feeling hollow inside.

Damn it! He had suggested that they use the airship to approach the special lookout, and that’s why Finger had been tied to it… Damn it! He had just killed Finger. He still owed that slacker money… Damn it! Now he was the only slacker left in this world.

“Damn, no one can predict their own end, after all.” Finger’s voice came through the headset at the moment the airship began to crash.

The hydrogen in the airship ignited, and it burst into flames like a flower suddenly blooming in the night sky. Typical slacker, even his last words were useless. Lu Mingfei felt pain all over his body, his teeth clenched so hard that it hurt down to the roots.

The rigid airship brushed past Tokyo Tower, and in that moment, Osho leaped and grabbed onto the suspended ladder. This unexpected move caught everyone off guard. By the time Chisei rushed to the railing, the rigid airship was already far away, with Osho clutching the ladder tightly, one hand pressed to the wound on his neck.

He was battered and bruised, but he hadn’t lost yet.

Chisei ran back to the elevator, and when he returned, he had two submachine guns in hand. He aimed at the rigid airship’s gas bag and fired continuously, each bullet creating twin holes in the fabric, but the airship kept flying smoothly without any sign of descent.

The rigid airship’s frame supported it, so even small punctures in the gas bag only caused minor leakage. A few bullet holes were no big deal. The gas inside was likely helium, not hydrogen, so there was no risk of it catching fire from the shots. With the weapons they had, there was no way they could take down Osho.

Then, a much more powerful weapon than a submachine gun roared from a distant rooftop. Shell casings flew out of the gun, accompanied by brilliant flashes of light, as a high-speed steel core bullet shot through hundreds of meters of rain and pierced Osho’s abdomen. He trembled violently, almost losing his grip on the ladder, but managed to hold on tightly.

Lu Mingfei had fired the shot. His distance was even greater, but he was using a light sniper rifle, and Osho’s figure was clearly visible through the infrared scope.

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Why was it only a light sniper rifle in his hands? Why wasn’t it a heavy sniper? If it had been, that shot would have blown half of Osho’s body apart, killing him instantly!

An overwhelming fury engulfed Lu Mingfei. A heavy sniper wouldn’t even be enough! A cannon would be better! If he had a direct-fire cannon, he would blow Osho’s head off with it! Because now, he was the last slacker left in the world, and he felt incredibly lonely and sorrowful.

He continued firing. Osho dangled below the ladder like a kite on the verge of falling. The bullets whizzed past his body, one even grazing his forehead, but Lu Mingfei couldn’t replicate the precision of his first shot.

The distance was too far—almost at the limit of the rifle’s range. The heavy rain affected the bullets’ accuracy, and Osho was constantly moving as he hung from the ladder.

The more he missed, the more anxious he became. His hands started to tremble slightly, and the tension in his nerves caused pain. If I can’t kill you here, where in the world will I find you again to kill you?

“Ruri calling Sakura, Ruri calling Sakura. Shooting like this is useless. I know you want to kill him, and so do I. This is a rare opportunity I’ve managed to grab, and I don’t know when the next one will come, so I have to seize it.” Ruri’s voice suddenly came through the headset, calm and composed, as if he were standing above it all. He had transformed back into the dazzling Kabuki actor that Caesar and Chu Zihang had seen at the Kabukiza theater—a cold, peerless performer.

He had stepped onto the stage, assuming his role. His show had finally begun, and this was when he was at his strongest.

“What do you want me to do?” Lu Mingfei asked.

“Shoot the rudder at the back of the airship. Leave the rest to me,” Ruri replied. “Hurry, it’s about to leave your range, but don’t rush it. You only need one bullet. You can do it. I’ve seen a lion in your eyes before, and from that day, I bet on you to win, which is why I chose to cooperate with you. I never lose, so of course, I joined the strongest team.”

There was something eerily compelling about his words. Lu Mingfei shivered slightly and calmed down, returning to a state where he could wait for the right moment to shoot.

He removed the magazine and loaded a single bullet into the chamber. He only had one chance, one shot’s worth of strength. Osho was about to leave his range. Ruri was betting on him to win, and so was he. He was putting all his stakes on this one bullet.

In the scope, he saw the rudder. It was a simple mechanical device composed of two sets of blades, and to destroy it, he had to hit the core.

But what if he hit the core? Lu Mingfei didn’t know. His only task was to hit the rudder, and the rest was up to Ruri. What could Ruri do with that? Lu Mingfei didn’t know either. Osho was suspended in midair, and Lu Mingfei was the only one who could attack him. Ruri couldn’t deal with the airship, but he had confidently claimed that if Lu Mingfei hit the rudder, the rest would be taken care of.

Lu Mingfei stopped thinking about it. This was the first time someone had bet on him…bet on a slacker to win!

The sound of rain vanished, the world went silent, the distance shortened, and time slowed down. Without realizing it, his bones subtly shifted, entering a “dragonbone state” completely different from Chisei’s!

He felt an unprecedented confidence. He had complete control over the rifle, the airship, and the entire world within his view! He pulled the trigger, the bullet was fired, the muzzle kicked up, and the rifle spat fire. A brilliant electric spark flashed at the rear of the airship, and the massive vessel suddenly lost its balance, beginning a steep dive.

There must have been someone onboard trying to regain control, but out of sight, the steel-copper-coated bullet had perfectly embedded itself in the core of the mechanical structure.

The shot hit with the precision of a venomous snake sinking its fangs into its prey’s throat—Lu Mingfei had struck the airship’s only weak point.

The gas bag released some of its helium, and the airship descended as it flew eastward. To the east lay the bay—it was likely trying to land at sea.

The vast ocean would be a safe haven for Osho. He was frantically climbing up the ladder, with Chisei’s Kumogiri still embedded in his back. That man was truly a monster—his very existence was a nightmare for both humans and dragons alike. Compared to him, even the unknown god didn’t seem as terrifying.

Lu Mingfei threw off his raincoat and stood up, holding the smoking sniper rifle, his gaze fixed on the distant airship. Now it was his turn to bet on Ruri…he was betting on Ruri to win!

A nimble black eagle took flight from the rooftop, its wings beating against the fierce winds, lifting it into the sky far beyond reach. When it reached its altitude limit, it suddenly dove like a lightning bolt.

Lu Mingfei saw the eagle clearly—it was a black glider, and hanging beneath it was the fully dressed Ruri!

He wore a robe dyed with vibrant colors, its long sleeves fluttering in the wind and rain. In his hand, he held a cherry-red blade. His makeup-free, pale face was as stunning as a celestial goddess, yet it bore the smile of a lion.

He had dressed magnificently to come and kill—to send Osho on his way!

The rudder was already broken, and the airship couldn’t evade. Everyone could only watch as Ruri performed his act. In Osho’s eyes, the black wings covered everything, and no one knew what his final expression was. The nobleman’s face on the mask still wore its enigmatic smile.

Ruri brushed past the ladder, and with one slash, he severed Osho’s head.

But it wasn’t over. Circling Osho’s body with tight spirals, he made a second slash, cutting Osho in half at the waist. The third slash severed the ladder. Osho’s mutilated body plummeted through the torrential rain, and Ruri, suspended in the air, flicked his blade to rid it of blood. The glider carried him into the nearby buildings.

This was the true void—no heaven, no earth, no escape. No matter how strong one’s bloodline abilities, they were useless here. Ruri was the person who understood Osho better than anyone else. He had long anticipated that a rigid airship would be waiting in the air, but he hadn’t told anyone—he trusted no one.

The air still echoed with his triumphant laughter, exaggerated and theatrical like that of an actor on stage, yet hollow and mournful. He was the one who hated Osho the most. Why did he hate Osho so much? How many years had he spent preparing to kill this man?

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