Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 268 Rainy Night Asura, Dusk Illuminates Bones

There is an old Chinese saying: "You can search high and low without finding it, but then it comes to you effortlessly."

In the pouring rain, Akechi Asuya, holding his sword Kikuichimonji, smiled as he looked at the lone boy in front of him.
"I was worried that you were hiding and I wouldn't be able to find you, so I wouldn't have a chance to fight you. I never expected that you would be with Genjiro."

Chu Zihang did not speak; the only response was the metallic clang of his longsword being drawn.

"Clang!"

Seeing this, Akechi Asuya's lips curled up, quite pleased with Chu Zihang's aloofness.

A swordsman lets his sword speak for itself.

"Boom——"

A thunderclap flashed across the sky, illuminating half of the dark heavens. Amidst the torrential rain, the blade flashed like a silver lightning bolt, cleaving through the rain curtain.

"Come on, let me see if you're worthy of inheriting my title of invincible in close combat!"

Akechi Asuya's imposing figure shot out, creating a spray of water everywhere.

The Chrysanthemum Ichimonji cut through the air with a sharp whistling sound. The moment the blade sliced ​​through the raindrops, the droplets burst into tiny, white, turbid sprays, resembling a speedboat riding the waves from afar, with tremendous force and as swift as thunder!

In the blink of an eye, the most famous ancient sword of the Kanto branch was already close at hand.

With just this one strike, Chu Zihang realized that Akechi Asuya's strength was far greater than it had been seven days ago.

If the opponent had possessed the strength they are displaying now when Deadpool invaded that night, they certainly wouldn't have suffered such severe damage.

The man known as the Demon Blade raised his sword and slashed at the boy wielding it, locking onto him with his aura. With just one strike, he was enough to split open the solid wood door behind him.

Facing the oncoming man and knife, Chu Zihang pushed off the ground with his foot, showing no intention of dodging, and blocked the attacking Kikuichimonji with Murasame.

"clang!"

The two swords clashed, and a violent metallic clang resounded in front of the Takamagahara gate, causing the teru teru bozu (a Japanese doll-shaped ornament) and wind chimes hanging under the eaves to sway incessantly.

The current and former "invincible in close combat" of Kassel College clashed eyes. One's eyes held a fierce and malevolent aura, while the other's face remained indifferent, devoid of joy or sorrow. Only the longsword he gripped, pressing forward with madness, reflected his true inner thoughts.

Die to me!
Almost simultaneously, the two exerted force, violently shaking each other away. After taking two steps back, they rushed forward again without prior arrangement.

The Chrysanthemum Ichimonji moves with unstoppable force, its sweeping movements exuding an invincible and domineering aura.

The demon sword Murasame suddenly flashed with a cold light, its blade flashing as it precisely intercepted every attack from Kikuichimonji.

"Ding ding ding ding ding—!!!"

The sharp, continuous clanging of metal striking metal echoed as Akechi Asuya swung his sword with increasing speed and power, forcing Chu Zihang to retreat step by step. Chu Zihang felt a surge of exhilaration and satisfaction welling up inside him, and he grinned broadly, saying:

"Is this all the invincible close-combat fighter is at Kassel College?"

"Not enough! Not enough!"

Amidst the maniacal laughter, Akechi Asuya's crimson-gold eyes slowly lost interest in fighting, leaving only the wicked pleasure of toying with his prey to death.

After taking the evolution drug, God's Kiss, his bloodline had been purified to an inhuman level, exceeding the critical blood limit by 100%, but he didn't know how much it exceeded.

All he knew was that if he were cutting down his own body from seven days ago, he would already be stepping over his own corpse to open the gates of Takamagahara.

"clang!"

Akechi Asu's downward slash was blocked once again. The immense force from the blade made his wrist go numb. A slight look of surprise appeared in his crimson-gold eyes, which then turned into joy:

"Yes, that's it!"

"Push harder, be more violent, please me!"

The chilling man burst into laughter, his blade flashing even more wildly.

"Here we go again. Whenever the minister encounters a pleasing opponent, he forgets that he still has important business to attend to."

"Exactly. They said they wanted a quick victory, but then they got into a fight on their own and wouldn't let us get involved."

Behind them, the eight group leaders of the Kanto branch bypassed the battlefield slightly, complaining without daring to disturb the minister's enjoyment. Otherwise, they would be dragged to the ring and beaten up when they got back. If they were lucky, they would only need to lie in bed for two or three days before they could get out of bed. If they were unlucky, they might end up in the ICU.

However, just as they were about to circle around behind Chu Zihang, Chu Zihang, who had been adopting a defensive strategy, suddenly changed his sword stance. In the instant he blocked the Kikuichimonji, he flipped his wrist, and Murasame turned defense into offense, pressing down on him. Then, he suddenly pulled his right hand away from the hilt of his sword and delivered a backhand punch to Akechi Asuya's face.

"boom!"

The sound of the fist striking flesh against the bone was still crystal clear amidst the cacophony of rain and thunder. The eight team leaders paused, turning back in disbelief.

The minister, who valued his reputation above all else, had his head turned to the side, a deep indentation appearing on his right cheek. His feet were off the ground, his body seemingly defying gravity, and a hint of confusion appeared in his golden eyes—

I've been... attacked by someone's Lushan Rising Dragon Fist?
Before this thought could be confirmed, the excruciating pain had just reached the nerve center when the fist that had just passed in front of him suddenly fell back. Chu Zihang, who was holding the knife in his left hand, bent his legs, lowered his shoulders, and twisted his hips. As he advanced, he delivered a powerful elbow strike to the chest of Akechi Asuya.

"Oh!"

With a muffled thud, Akechi Asuya, still in mid-air, was struck by this heavy blow, and his entire body flew out uncontrollably, tumbling three or four times in the air before landing on the ground five meters away.

Despite enduring an elbow strike powerful enough to shatter bones and rupture internal organs, Akechi Asuya merely coughed twice, rubbed his aching chest, and straightened up as if nothing had happened.

"It hurts quite a bit."

He commented as follows.

Chu Zihang silently adjusted his breathing.

Rainwater dripped down his jawline, splashing up tiny crown-shaped droplets on the flooded road.

The person on the other side can no longer be called human, nor can they be called a hybrid.

That was a demon about to transform into Deadpool.

"Whoosh—hoh—"

With each breath, the dragon blood within his body began to boil, and the ever-burning golden light in his eyes grew even more intense, as if imprisoning two angry lions.

Beneath the sheer shirt, veins suddenly bulged, turning an ominous bluish-black. Bronze scales spread from the spine, triggering a second burst of blood—open!

boom!
The asphalt road beneath his feet suddenly shattered, sending pebbles flying like hailstones towards the eight people behind him. Chu Zihang shot out like an arrow, wielding his sword to cut through the wind and rain, his icy killing intent driving him toward the chilling demon.

"That's more like it!" Akechi Asuya laughed wildly as he charged forward, unleashing the Kikuichimonji, the secret sword technique of the Kyoshin Akechi-ryu: Munen Shinken!
The knife strikes were as fast as lightning, yet unpredictable, seemingly capable of instantly covering Chu Zihang's vital points.

The latter's response was completely haphazard, purely reckless, fast, and brutal!

The village rain, like a dragon, drew an arc that split the rain curtain in two, and also cut the chrysanthemum-shaped character, which resembled a venomous snake's forked tongue, in two.

"clang!"

The crisp sound of metal breaking pierced the rain. Asuya Akechi looked at the legendary sword in his hand, now only half intact. His nerves, enhanced by the evolution drug, didn't even have time to react to the stinging pain of his collarbone being slashed by the sharp weapon. Chu Zihang's self-sacrificing kick was already upon his chest.

The cracking sound of breaking ribs was like crushing a handful of dry branches. Asuya Akechi's body flew backward like a cannonball, crashing into a scarlet Alfa Romeo parked on the side of the road. The carbon fiber and aluminum alloy body dented and shattered under the enormous impact, and rain mixed with blood and foam dripped from the corner of the man's lips.

"minister!"

"Kanesada" exclaimed, pulled out his pistol, aimed at the boy who was facing away from him, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Almost simultaneously, seven other figures rushed in from different angles.

The "Guoguang" chain scythe, like a death sentence handed down by the warden, was aimed directly at Chu Zihang's neck.

"Kagemitsu" charged forward wielding his katana, while "Chūkichi" on the other side, who had been aiming his short gun at the Takamagahara stained-glass window, turned it around and aimed it at Chu Zihang's vest.

Without turning his head, Chu Zihang swung his sword in a backhand motion. Sparks from the clash between the Murasame sword and the katana illuminated half of his dragon-transformed face, which was both ferocious and strangely beautiful.

Jingguang was slashed away by the blade. Using the recoil, he dodged the kusarigama by turning to the side. While grabbing the metal chain with his left hand and bracing himself on the ground to avoid the bullet, he swept his right leg across the air, knocking away the silently approaching Zhengzong. A size 40 shoe print was left on his pretty face.

Guoguang tried to pull back the chain scythe and disrupt Chu Zihang's balance, but the immense force from the chain was beyond his control.

As the chanting of the incantation ended, a terrifying heat suddenly rose from the torrential rain.

As the last dragon-script syllable exploded in the rainy night, the space within a five-meter radius centered on Chu Zihang suddenly distorted.

Junyan appeared out of thin air, and all the raindrops around him instantly vaporized! A blinding red light shone in the billowing white mist, and the seven people hurriedly retreated, but Masamune, who was still in the air, and Kunimitsu, who was pulled by the enormous force, had nowhere to escape and were swept away by the deafening explosion of Junyan!
The piercing scream lasted only half a second before the vocal cords were burned by the terrifying heat, and the pungent smell of burning flesh wafted from the steam.

A wave of scorching heat dissipated, and a roar exploded from the side.

"You dare to be distracted while fighting me?!"

A furious voice came from the white mist as the broken Kikuichimonji was thrown out with great force, slicing through the air with a shrill scream.

Chu Zihang swung his knife to deflect the attack, and then heard the wrecked Alfa Romeo being kicked aside. The rebellious Kanto branch chief blinked and charged forward through the scorching airwaves.

At this moment, he looked remarkably similar to Chu Zihang, with both having bulging, dark veins and fine dragon scales on their faces and bodies.

However, Akechi Asu's dragon transformation was more obvious. He tore his tattered shirt, revealing a thick layer of keratin on his chest. His broken bones made a "crunching" sound as they were being reassembled, and the wound that Murasame had just cut open had already healed.

Akechi Asuya, his massive physique swelling to three times its normal size, pounced forward. His muscular arms were covered in scales and bony spikes, and his fully dragon-transformed hands were aimed straight at his heart.

Swah——

Faced with the furious attack of the dragon-transformed Akechi Asuya, Murasame suddenly returned to its sheath at a speed that defied the laws of physics.

Chu Zihang bent his knees and lowered his waist, his posture resembling a king cobra poised to strike. His pair of dazzling golden crowns shone with a terrifying light in the rainy night. The extreme heat completely cleared the raindrops within a ten-meter radius, leaving behind a semi-circular vacuum like an inverted jade bowl.

"Clang!"

With a thunderous sword cry, the Murasame sword was drawn from its sheath, and black demonic flames emanated from Chu Zihang's hand, turning the stark white blade into a two-meter-long black fire blade.

"laugh--"

Like a hot knife through butter, the demonic blade, burning with demonic flames, sliced ​​through the arms that were attacking the "demon blade," and the illusory blade edge, extended by the demonic flames, cut through the waist of the male dog covered by dragon scales and bone armor.

Two dragon claws detached, and the lower body, still wearing trousers, broke off. The blood at the break point was carbonized by the high temperature before it could even spurt out, leaving only the unsupported internal organs scattered.

The lingering flames of the blade pierced through the body, striking the completely destroyed Alfa Romeo. The flames from the exploding fuel tank illuminated the equally wrecked body of its owner.

It also illuminated the terrified faces of the remaining six people.

"Kuiwen" looked horrified and immediately began chanting the dragon script to release the power of the spell. However, the next second, a whooshing sound came from the thinning water vapor in front of him. A hot, red-hot iron chain pierced through the rain and accurately strangled his neck, interrupting his spellcasting.

"Gu——!"

The intense heat from the chains instantly burned the skin and flesh. Before the intense feeling of suffocation could even reach me, a strong wind swept over the back of my head.

His expression suddenly changed, and he tried to turn his head to dodge, but it was too late. The red-hot scythe had already pierced through his vest, and the blade tip, cooled by hot blood, protruded from his chest.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, the chains were pulled, and he lunged forward, blocking the muzzle of Kanesada's gun.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

Aoi's chest was shattered by a 9mm bullet, and his head was also blown apart by Chung-kichi's short gun.

"Damn it, who can clear this damn fog?!"

"Kuiwen" roared, arcs of electricity crackling on his hands, his golden eyes scanning through the steam, trying to find Chu Zihang hiding among them.

As Jing Guang, who was positioned at the edge, saw a dark shadow flash before his eyes, he was about to warn his teammates when his view suddenly rose, and then the world spun around him. He saw his panicked companions, the tragically dead minister, a headless corpse that remained vigilant, and the water vapor that had been swept away, creating an arc-shaped vacuum zone.

In the last moment before losing consciousness, he noticed that a thin figure had appeared behind Chung-gil, who was firing shots, holding a long, white sword without a trace of crimson.

"laugh--"

Chung-gil's gunfire ceased. He raised his hand to cover his half-severed neck, blood gushing uncontrollably from between his fingers. His gradually dimming golden eyes searched around, but he couldn't see where his opponent was at all.

Blood spread an eerie red in the puddles.

"Red Snow's" nails dug deeply into her palms, and she was completely unaware that her carefully manicured nails were breaking.

The remaining three members of the group of nine stood back to back in a triangular formation, their breathing clearly audible in the thunderstorm.

The anxiety in my heart grew more and more urgent, and fear spread silently.

Hongxue's exquisite face was twisted like a demon, the power brought by the evolution drug was fading, replaced by a tremor deep in her bones.

"How is this possible! We've used the evolution drug, so why can't we still beat Chu Zihang?"

She couldn't believe that she and her companions, whose strength had increased dramatically, had been defeated so quickly, without even being able to touch the hem of Chu Zihang's clothes.

Kensada released the wind demon Kamaitachi, which circled in vain in the torrential rain, emitting mournful cries, trying to catch Chu Zihang's trail amidst the thunder and rain.

"Tap-ta-"

The sound of shoes crushing the puddle came from the side. Kanesada raised his hand and pointed, and the charge wrapped around Aoi's arm was instantly released, forming an ionization channel that shot out like two bolts of lightning.

"Sizzle sizzle—slap slap slap—"

The lightning struck its target, producing a piercing electric shock.

Just as the surprise on his face appeared, he saw a charred corpse bound by chains emerge from the thin steam.

At the same time, someone walked across the water on the other side and arrived in an instant, the knife in his hand like a crescent moon, his golden vertical pupils showing no mercy.

"behind!"

Hongxue's screams came to an abrupt halt.

The moment the moonlight pierced through the rain curtain, she saw her headless body slowly kneel down.

Chu Zihang's figure flashed by like the Grim Reaper. The silver arc drawn by Murasame severed Kanesada in half at the waist. The remaining force of the blade had not subsided, and it cleaved through the hastily raised katana by Aoimon, instantly cutting into his throat.

The sound of sharp blades piercing flesh and breaking bones was quickly drowned out in the rainy night, and the three corpses crashed to the ground, splashing up a large amount of water.

Chu Zihang sheathed his sword with an air of nonchalance, but in reality, he was breathing rapidly, his heart was pounding, his right hand was trembling slightly, and his body was covered in sweat that mingled with the falling rain.

Looking at the corpses scattered on the ground, his ears twitched slightly. He turned around and looked behind him, only to find that Akechi Asuya, who was only half a body, was still alive. His face, which looked like a demon, was twisted and ferocious. With his broken arms, he threw out his almost hollowed-out upper body and opened his blood-red mouth to bite him.

I'd rather die than not bite off a piece of flesh!
Unfortunately, he was too slow.

Chu Zihang didn't even bother to dodge. He raised his hand and thrust forward, and the demon sword Murasame pierced into the heart of Akechi Asuya, leaving him hanging in mid-air with his colorful internal organs dangling down.

Akechi Asuya's bloodshot, bulging eyes stared intently at the inhuman-looking Chu Zihang, forcing out words through clenched teeth:
“Kassel…how could they raise a monster like you…Angers, what…is this…”

Before he could finish speaking, his golden eyes dimmed completely, his head lolled to the side, and he died.

With a slight flick of the blade, the mangled body fell into a pool of blood like a torn sack.

Chu Zihang's steps were slightly heavy as he turned and walked into Takamagahara.

This battle was short, but the cost was enormous.

However, now is not the time to rest. The gunfire from underground has spread into the store, the situation has changed, and we must provide support as soon as possible.

Just as he reached out to grab the gate of Takamagahara, a figure wearing a cloak suddenly leaped out from the high-rise building and rushed straight at Chu Zihang, who was somewhat exhausted.

Startled by the sound of wind rushing from behind, Chu Zihang turned around abruptly, only to see a cloaked Deadpool with a very familiar appearance descending from the sky at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow.

He tried to parry with his knife, but his movements were far too slow compared to the ghostly figure that was flying towards him.

This scene stirred up distant memories. Chu Zihang remembered that when he ran away without looking back, the man's figure rushing towards the group of Deadpools was also incredibly fast.

He was so fast that no matter what he did, he couldn't catch the person's shadow anymore, and he could never find him again.

Memories of the past dominated his body, and the dragon blood within him, which had not yet cooled, boiled again. Chu Zihang tried to squeeze out the last bit of strength to keep up with the figure that tore through the rain.

However, his condition could no longer withstand a third burst of blood.

The black cloak fluttered in the torrential rain as a ghostly figure swooped down like a hawk, its dragon-like claws aimed at the boy's crown.

At this critical moment, the second-floor window suddenly shattered, and a solid wood chair weighing dozens of kilograms was swung out, hitting the cloaked Deadpool in mid-air.

"Caught you!"

(End of this chapter)