The venue quieted down.
Everyone's gaze was fixed on Lu Mingfei, as if they were seeing the legendary S-class for the first time; they suddenly realized a fact: the S-class had not yet made a move.
"Chu Zihang is also welcome to visit the office anytime," Angers said, sitting cross-legged on the ground, facing Lu Mingfei.
Fingel scurried over, huffing and puffing, to serve the principal a freshly brewed cup of black tea.
"It's just a little trick," Lu Mingfei explained.
"Isn't this the time to enlighten everyone, Mingfei? You can speak freely," Angers said, placing the bamboo sword at his feet and picking up the black tea.
This signaled the end of the challenge, and Lu Mingfei was relieved that the principal didn't ask him to demonstrate the method, allowing him to escape unscathed.
"At that time, everyone was watching from the sidelines, each racking their brains to avoid being hit by me, trying every possible method. If we were on a beach, I might even have expected Someone to throw sand at me," Angers said with a smile.
"As it turned out, they all failed. Their approach was wrong from the very beginning."
"Caesar and Chu Zihang's initial approaches were also somewhat flawed, but you perfectly corrected them. What did you tell them?" Angers asked the question that everyone in the venue, including students watching the live broadcast, was curious about.
"I just offered the idea of a feint," Lu Mingfei explained.
"It's not just a feint," Chu Zihang added from the side.
"Yes, the idea Lu Mingfei provided was based on his interpretation of the principal's changing attack methods," Caesar paused, "Lu Mingfei is more perceptive than all of us. He saw why the principal changed his moves when dealing with Chu Zihang."
"Why?" Angers asked, following Caesar's words.
At this point, Caesar and Chu Zihang both fell silent, looking at Lu Mingfei in unison.
Lu Mingfei composed himself. He had actually anticipated a scenario where Chu Zihang or Caesar would ask him why, but the audience had suddenly expanded, and his original, rather perfunctory explanation might no longer be suitable.
"To maintain stability."
It was a puzzling answer, but Angers nodded in approval, and many students also lost their desire to question him.
"More specifically?" Angers asked.
"I can't put it into words; it's just a feeling," Lu Mingfei shook his head.
It was another unreliable answer, but upon closer thought, it wasn't entirely unacceptable. Every S-class has their unique qualities, and Lu Mingfei had never displayed any special abilities since enrollment. Perhaps this was the reason he was rated S-class.
"It sounds like the inheritance in your bloodline hasn't been fully activated yet. Perhaps I should give you some high-intensity training to stimulate it," Angers smiled.
Lu Mingfei wondered if a six A.M. ten-kilometer run wasn't already high-intensity enough?
"Lu Mingfei's stamina is indeed a bit weak," Chu Zihang quietly added. As an S-class, not being able to finish ten kilometers in half an hour was quite absurd. "I can be responsible for supervising Lu Mingfei."
"What touching camaraderie," Angers agreed, "but let's discuss this later. Our lesson today isn't over yet."
Everyone's spirits lifted. One-on-one guidance was already a rare experience; they hadn't expected there to be more.
"Lu Mingfei, come sit here."
Angers gestured to Lu Mingfei. Lu Mingfei was puzzled, but the principal never did anything without purpose, so he obediently sat opposite Angers.
"I've watched the 3E Exam footage. Professor Manstein said you unconsciously chanted the complete Rune · Emperor, which indicates your bloodline is quite good," Angers said, pulling out a yellowed parchment scroll from his 懷.
"The enemies we will face next are likely pure-blooded dragons of the second generation or higher. Every pair of their golden vertical pupils has an effect similar to Rune · Emperor on hybrids. Only those with strong wills can resist."
Lu Mingfei blankly took the parchment and scanned its contents.
"Is this a fragmented chant syntax for Rune · Emperor?" Lu Mingfei exclaimed, the words before his eyes shimmering, helping him decipher the parchment's content.
"Yes, Lu Mingfei, I need your help to complete the pressure training for Rune · Emperor," Angers said.
"Although I believe every gentleman present is capable of withstanding the effects of Rune · Emperor, the specific endurance needs to be tested in practice to get an answer. I don't want you gentlemen to need time to alleviate the deterrent effect of the Emperor after encountering pure-blooded dragons. Every minute and second is precious."
Lu Mingfei was stunned, understanding Angers' meaning.
"It's an honor to be everyone's whetstone," he said softly.
The principal wanted to cultivate the Rune · Emperor tolerance of all A-class students.
At this point, Someone raised a hand and asked, "Principal, we are still under the Night Watchman's Law. We cannot use Runes. Do we have to train off-campus?"
Angers shook his head and remained silent.
He had just said that Lu Mingfei used Rune · Emperor during the 3E Exam, and the exam classroom was also under the influence of the Law.
Caesar's eyes widened slightly, staring at Lu Mingfei in disbelief.
"Lu Mingfei, he can ignore the effect of Rune · Law? His bloodline is even above the Night Watchman!"
"Give it a try, Lu Mingfei," Angers said, looking at Lu Mingfei.
To be honest, Lu Mingfei had no memory of the 3E Exam day, only remembering the intense emotional impact Lu Mingze had given him. He had no idea about chanting Rune · Emperor or anything like that.
If it were before, he would definitely have refused, saying he wasn't cut out for it.
But now, looking at the rows of words that appeared before him as if by divine inspiration, coupled with the restless melody around him.
Lu Mingfei felt he could take a gamble; he could do this.
Thinking this, Lu Mingfei spoke.
From the moment he opened his mouth, it was obscure and difficult ancient dragon language. An ancient majesty materialized from nothing, radiating linearly from around Lu Mingfei's body. The melody vibrated, and the incomplete grammar was completed by the inheritance in his bloodline.
Rune · Emperor was chanted at this moment.
Fortunately, most people were sitting cross-legged on the ground, so there were no particularly violent movements to reveal their embarrassment. The only one standing, Chu Zihang, swayed a bit and had no choice but to sit cross-legged on the other side.
Across from Lu Mingfei, Angers, who directly bore the brunt of the Emperor's impact, still held his black tea steadily in one hand, pouring it into his mouth.
Fingel hid far away, and only then did the feeling of anxious palpitation gradually disappear.
Caesar's expression was normal as he stared into Lu Mingfei's eyes, wanting to ask a question but lacking even the strength to open his mouth.
"Noma, the live broadcast can end now," Angers said.
"Live broadcast ended," Noma replied.
"A very good chant. Even I felt a slight pressure," Angers said, looking at Lu Mingfei with undisguised admiration. "However, this further confirms my previous speculation: your bloodline is not fully activated and needs some strong stimulation."
"No, it's because the principal is too strong. The Emperor chanted by me is not enough to exert bloodline suppression on the principal," Lu Mingfei said, looking around Angers. The deterrent waves generated by the Emperor were quickly smoothed out by the principal, with only small areas experiencing distortion.
The principal did feel some pressure, but definitely not as much as he claimed.
Angers patted Lu Mingfei's shoulder, "Keep it up. I always believe that you will be the best student I have ever taught."
He gazed into Lu Mingfei's eyes, seemingly searching for the flames of a burning world, or a man-eating lion.
But he found nothing.
During their prolonged eye contact, Lu Mingfei's expression was gentle, and his eyes were clear and bright.
"Principal, I also think I will be the best student."
