From Naruto onwards, I've become a dreamer.

Chapter 382 A Promise is a Promise (The End)
"cough cough cough cough"

Bruno coughed up thick blood clots, his golden eyes bloodshot as he stared intently at him.

"Now, do you understand?" Damon sneered, loosening his grip slightly, and said in a cold voice, "Your bloodline is too diluted. If it weren't for Lord Albert's bloodline, you probably would never have awakened in this lifetime. But you have high-level dragon blood on you, so tell me, where is Caesar!"

Bruno smiled bitterly, a sense of indescribable bitterness welling up inside him.

He lived for over twenty years, making a living by stealing since childhood, surviving in filthy sewers, as lowly as a rat.

But in the end, when he was about to die, someone told him that there was some great dragon blood flowing in his body, which was like a joke.

"I...I've seen Caesar."

Bruno spoke weakly.

"Very well, tell me. Where is he?"

Damon's lips curled into a smile as he looked down at him.

Bruno's lips moved, but his voice was so soft that it was completely inaudible, causing Damon to frown and instinctively bend down to listen: "What are you saying? Speak louder!"

"I...I'll talk!" Bruno suddenly opened his eyes wide, as if in a final burst of energy before death. With his last ounce of strength, he forcefully broke free from Damon's control. His golden pupils blazed like burning flames as he threw a powerful punch at Damon's face: "I'll talk. Fuck you!"

boom!
That punch landed squarely on Damon's face.

Even with his high bloodline concentration, he was caught off guard by Bruno's sudden counterattack and staggered backward, a molar flying out of his mouth.

Even though Bruno's bloodline concentration is low, the power of his punch when he unleashes his full strength should not be underestimated.

Damon was so badly beaten that he saw stars and fell to the ground in a sorry state.

"Haha, do you think you can bribe me because I'm a small-time thug?"

Bruno staggered to his feet, leaning against the wall for support, a mocking sneer on his face: "Let me tell you, I, Bruno Frigo, may be a scoundrel, I can steal, I can cheat, I can be a rat in the sewers in the eyes of you big shots!"

"But I, Bruno Frigo, have a dream!"

He took a deep breath, straightened his spine, clenched his fist and slammed it into his chest with a dull thud, and said firmly, word by word, "That is to become a real man. I will never betray my friends!"

"You're fucking asking for it!"

Damon was utterly enraged; in his blazing golden eyes, it was as if a giant dragon was roaring with flames.

"Hahahaha, Damon, need some help?" His two companions behind him couldn't help but burst into laughter, asking sarcastically, "Why don't you come down and we'll help you?"

"Shut up! Dean, Thackeray!"

Damon wiped the blood from his mouth and said coldly, "He's mine, and none of you are allowed to interfere!"

A cruel and tyrannical glint flashed in his blazing golden eyes as he approached Bruno step by step. Bruno swayed unsteadily, as if he might collapse at any moment, a chilling smile curving his lips: "I will make you clearly understand just how vast the difference between your bloodline and mine truly is in the world of dragons!"

Click!

The hard brick and stone ground was shattered by his single step.

It was as if a fierce wind carrying a chilling aura rushed towards him. Before Bruno could react, he only felt a blur before his eyes, and then he was blasted away by the blow.

The powerful force felt like a cannonball hitting him. Bruno spat out a jet of blood, which flew through the air like a rag doll before crashing heavily to the ground.

Damon clearly wasn't going to let him get away so easily. He crouched down and sprinted after him, stomping his foot down hard: "I'll show you what bloodline really means in the world of dragons. You lowly, despicable creature, how dare you hurt me?!"

boom!
Bruno's head was stomped into the hard bricks.

Then, Damon, filled with rage, rained down punches on his fists.

Every punch deliberately avoided vital points, aiming to strike the most painful but not fatal spots. He wanted to smash every bone in this damned thug's body to pieces, repeatedly experiencing extreme pain before he died.

Blood gushed out, and Bruno's vision was completely red.

Like fists pounding down in a torrential downpour, they shattered his bones, and excruciating pain gnawed at every nerve.

Damon roared furiously, still undeterred. He grabbed Bruno by the hair, lifted him up, and said coldly, "Now, do you understand? In the world of hybrids, the difference in bloodlines is often greater than you imagine. You think a filthy rat like you can beat me?"

Thick blood dripped from his mouth. Bruno barely opened his eyes, looked at Damon's ferocious face, and suddenly sneered: "You're getting desperate?"

"Me!"

Damon, adding fuel to the fire, turned bloodshot and clenched his fist, slamming it into Bruno's face. This powerful punch shattered Bruno's facial bones, blood gushing from his nose and mouth, stars flashing before his eyes.

The beating went on for an unknown amount of time, until Damon was panting heavily. He then threw Bruno, who was beaten beyond recognition and looked like a bloody mess, aside, spat out a mouthful of saliva, and said coldly, "What is that? A rat from the gutter. If it weren't for this, you would never have been worthy of seeing me for the rest of your life."

He took off his blood-stained suit, threw it on the ground, and walked over to his other companions who were watching the show.

However, at that moment, Damon suddenly felt like he was being pricked by thorns. A heart-pounding sense of oppression came from behind him, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

"Damon, watch out behind you!"

Upon hearing his companions' voices, Damon, despite being a nobleman, possessed an exceptionally strong fighting spirit and immediately turned to assume a defensive stance.

boom!
The heavy punch landed squarely on Damon's arms.

The powerful force propelled him several meters away, his feet leaving charred tracks on the ground. His arms felt as if they had been struck by a hammer, and his arm bones ached as if they were cracking.

Damon stared wide-eyed at the figure: "No, impossible! With such severe injuries, you couldn't possibly stand up again!"

The person who attacked him was none other than Bruno, who had just been half-dead and limp like a lump of mud.

At this moment, Bruno was like a wild beast, his golden pupils filled with savagery, and his body emanated a visible black aura, like a demon crawling out of the underworld.

"This is... Ghost Victory?!"

Damon squinted, and from the limited information he had, he immediately analyzed the result: "So that's how it is. He awakened the power of words in the moment before he died?"

The effects of Gui Sheng's words can only be applied to the caster, commanding the caster's body to forget pain and thus unleash its maximum power.

During the duration of the Word of Power, it is equivalent to shutting down the organism's self-protection mechanism, unlocking the genetic lock deep in the brain, and making the caster fight desperately. At the same time, it can also accelerate cell division and promote the speed of wound healing. However, once the Word of Power expires, what awaits the caster is even more serious damage and pain.

Weren't you being very arrogant just now?

Bruno grinned, his bloodied teeth making him look like a ferocious demon: "Now, I'd like to see who's stronger between us!"

With a roar, he strode forward as if a gust of blood had swept through him, clenching his fists haphazardly and punching Damon with all his might.

Although he had not received systematic training and did not even know how to attack, under the huge amplification of Gui Sheng, his punches were powerful and heavy, making the air whistle sharply.

Damon had no choice but to raise his arm to block, but was punched and forced to stagger back several steps, his blood surging inside him.

But then Bruno's speed increased instead of decreasing, and he pounced like a tiger, charging around and throwing punches like a madman.

"you!"

Damon looked shocked and furious.

He never expected that he would be forced to retreat repeatedly by a small-time hoodlum who had awakened the power of words before his death.

"Damon, do you need any help?" The remaining two not only didn't intend to help, but even mocked him from the sidelines.

"Need not!"

Damon retorted fiercely.

But at that moment, Bruno, covered in blood, shattered the hard bricks with one step, his thin body generating a fierce gust of wind, and he threw a punch at Damon like a tidal wave.

boom!
Damon was knocked back a few steps, his face flushed red, and his arms trembling uncontrollably.

Just as Bruno was about to charge forward again, he suddenly drew the pistol from his waist, pulled the trigger with a cold smile.

Bang bang bang bang bang.
The Desert Eagle's black muzzle spewed out scorching flames.

The large-caliber bullet, carrying tremendous kinetic energy, pierced Bruno's heart, lungs, neck, and skull, drawing out large amounts of blood that splattered onto the ground.

"Hmph, ignorant little punk."

Damon sneered, blowing away the gunpowder smoke, a mocking glint in his eyes: "So what if your Word of Power is powerful?"

thump!
Bruno fell backward to the ground, blood gushing out uncontrollably.

He stared blankly at the sky, a narrow strip of azure obstructed by the narrow alleyways of the slums, and a slow smile crept onto his lips: "Caesar... I'm sorry, I... it seems I can't keep my promise, but at least... I should be considered a... man, right?"

He didn't know whether he could be considered a real man at this moment.

But at least, he doesn't regret it!
(End of this chapter)