Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 339 Don't test our father-son relationship with your shallow understanding!

The negotiations broke down, or rather, there was never any possibility of negotiation in the first place.

Cheng Shuangfan knew some of the secrets of the Solomon Temple Society, that they were artificially creating super hybrids, and that countless women had died tragically at the hands of their unborn children.

In the Secret Society, high-ranking hybrids need a bloodline professor to analyze their offspring before agreeing to the union, ensuring that the child will not be a pure-blooded dragon.

But Solomon's Temple is different. These BYDs really don't value the mother's life. In their eyes, women are just pure reproductive tools. If they break, they are discarded and replaced with new ones.

Cheng Shuangfan hated this kind of behavior that didn't treat people like human beings. In addition, Zhao Xuzhen's purpose in coming here was to poach the most solid member of the East Asian mixed-race group. How could she tolerate this?
The moment he blurted out "Go back to your doghouse," a small scarlet dot appeared between Zhao Xuzhen's eyebrows. The hunting team's actions told him that they had already completed the "courtesy" procedure, and if he didn't leave, they would resort to violence.

Zhao Xuzhen dislikes using violence; he prefers to intimidate others with his power and enjoys watching others struggle helplessly under the pressure and eventually kneel down in front of him, begging for mercy. However, this does not mean that he will not use force to solve problems.

With her gaze slightly shifted, Yue Cheng Shuangfan looked at a building in the dark night in the distance. The sniper was about four hundred meters away.

"You're pointing a gun at me? You want to fight me to the death?" Zhao Xuzhen's tone turned cold, and his eyes gradually turned golden as he refocused his gaze on Cheng Shuangfan.

"China is a society governed by the rule of law, and guns are prohibited." Cheng Shuangfan toyed with the small knife she used to cut cigars, a look of disdain on her face.
"You're more likely to succeed at customs if you bring a dragon through customs than if you bring a gun through customs."

Zhao Xuzhen's expression froze. However, they were indeed not carrying any guns, so there was no possibility of a shootout.

His golden eyes shone even brighter, the pupils seeming to swirl with kaleidoscope-like patterns, and his tone grew more forceful: "You think you've got me cornered?"

This is a signal that the fighting is about to begin.

Cheng Shuangfan remained fearless, but the movement of her hand twirling the knife quietly stopped, a signal that she was preparing for battle.

Inside a row of black Mercedes-Benz cars, beauties of all shapes and sizes emerged, their eyes gleaming with a pale golden light.

The other bodyguards also activated their golden eyes, their hands empty, some of them chanting dragon script in a low voice, seemingly releasing some kind of incantation.

Cheng Shuangfan couldn't help but raise an eyebrow slightly. Among the twenty hybrids, there were at least three high-level hybrids, and Zhao Xuzhen, who had crossed the critical bloodline limit and was suspected to be a knight. The Solomon Temple had really gone all out this time.

but……

"Boom boom boom——"

The oppressive atmosphere, which seemed poised to erupt into a major battle at any moment, was drowned out by the roar of the car engine. Zhao Xuzhen paused slightly, frowning as he looked at the black sedan speeding towards him.

"Screech—" The car came to a stop behind the jeep, the tires screeching against the ground. The driver turned off the engine, opened the door, and got out of the car in one smooth motion.

The person who forcefully entered everyone's field of vision was a boy dressed in classic black and white. The casual outfit of a white shirt and black trousers suited him perfectly. Even though he was carrying a knife, as long as you didn't meet his eyes, he still gave the impression of a clear and cheerful high school boy.

But if you meet those eyes, you'll realize that this is no ordinary male high school student, but a thug in a suit.

Chu Zihang carried Cunyu and stood beside Cheng Shuangfan, forming a solid barrier with him.

"I thought you wouldn't make it in time." Cheng Shuangfan saw him arrive but didn't turn around. She just smiled and greeted him. Despite the joke, he didn't dare to underestimate the artificial super hybrid of the Solomon Temple Society.

"We took a detour." Chu Zihang had just escorted Xia Mi to Wan Boqian's side; otherwise, he might have been able to catch up with the heated exchange earlier.

"Is Kassel College short of people? They've even sent students to block the way." Zhao Xuzhen sneered, blatantly making the mistake that all villains make.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Shuangfan narrowed her eyes but did not fall for it. With a flick of her right arm, the cigar knife instantly turned into a blur and stabbed a bodyguard who was chanting dragon script and about to release his incantation.

Zhao Xuzhen's side had a total of twenty people. Even if they were only low- to mid-level mixed-bloods, as long as they had a suitable Word of Power, they could cause them a lot of trouble. It was necessary to strike first.

Zhao Xuzhen caught sight of the knife's trajectory and tried to stop it, but the knife suddenly accelerated twice, even faster than a bullet, and he couldn't stop it in time. He could only watch helplessly as it swept past him and crashed into the crowd.

Whether it was an illusion or the blade reflecting the distant neon lights, the knife drew a bright white line in the air and stabbed straight at the bodyguard who was chanting softly.

However, faced with such a swift and deadly blow, the bodyguard showed no intention of dodging. His eyes were fixed on the front, whether he was waiting for his teammates to come to his rescue or was prepared to risk his life to prevent the farce from ending.

Just as he was about to utter the last dragon-shaped character, Zhao Xuzhen suddenly realized something was wrong. The bright white line he had just seen was clearly the indicator light flashing on the cigar cutter handle.

"Small--"

Before the words of warning could be uttered, the small but powerful cigar cutter exploded with a bang, and a cloud of red smoke instantly spread from the plastic handle, turning the air within a three-meter radius crimson.

"Fuck you!" The cigar blade, thrown off balance by the explosion, spun and crashed into another bodyguard who was about to unleash his Word of Power. Under Frigga's anesthetic, he only had time to utter this curse before his eyes rolled back and he collapsed to the ground unconscious.

His fall was like the first domino to fall; even the bodyguard shrouded in red mist and the two blonde, blue-eyed beauties couldn't resist and drifted off to sleep.

With just a knife, he took down five bodyguards and two "concubines".

"Look, this is the correct way to use those lunatic creations from the Equipment Department." Cheng Shuangfan smiled without saying a word. He replaced the explosives inside the cigar knife handle with Frigga's anesthetic, and the effect was remarkable.

With just this one move, he effortlessly outmaneuvered several careless idiots.

Chu Zihang's lips twitched slightly; it seemed he still had a lot to learn.

This action was the signal that war had officially begun.

The instant the cigar cutter flew out, the sniper 400 meters away pulled the trigger. A Frigga bullet streaked across the dark night sky like a red comet, heading straight for Zhao Xuzhen's forehead.

At this distance, if Frigga's bullet, carrying a powerful impact, hits the target, an ordinary person might suffer a concussion, but a mixed-race person would at most be stunned without any brain damage.

Unfortunately, Zhao Xuzhen was no ordinary mixed-race person. The moment Frigga's bullet left the barrel, a sense of crisis crept into his heart, prompting him to dodge.

"boom!"

A cloud of red mist exploded on the car's hood, and four bodyguards immediately stepped forward, using their bodies as shields to block Zhao Xuzhen.

The remaining bodyguards charged at the uncivilized Cheng Shuangfan and Chu Zihang, who was holding a knife and ready to stab them in the buttocks. The women brought by Zhao Xuzhen also charged with them; their beautiful faces and hot figures could not hide their ferocity at this moment.

Jiang Wanzhi sat in the car, watching everything with a blank expression. She disliked neither the Solomon Temple nor the Secret Party, and all she could do was remain neutral and watch the show quietly.

After sharing her experience with Chu Zihang, Cheng Shuangfan immediately pulled out two Uzi rifles equipped with silencers from the car and pulled the trigger amidst the "Holy crap, what the hell is this?" looks of the bodyguards.

"Da da da da da da da-"

Frigga fired wildly, turning several bodyguards at the forefront into bloodied figures. Just as the torrent of bullets was about to sweep towards Zhao Xuzhen's location, a blonde, blue-eyed mixed-race woman finally finished her incantation and suddenly opened her arms wide.

Yan Ling · Dustless Land!
The invisible domain expanded, and Frigga's bullet shattered the barrier formed by the high-speed rotating airflow the moment it hit it. The gale dyed the translucent barrier red, but it could not harm the people inside in the slightest.

Upon seeing this, Cheng Shuangfan frowned.

Chu Zihang drew his sword, preparing to test whether he could now break through the legendary barrier that was said to be able to isolate everything.

However, the moment they made a move, Zhao Xuzhen, who was in the Dustless Land, suddenly widened his eyes. His golden pupils suddenly burst with intense golden light, and the invisible domain expanded in an instant, enveloping everyone and everything within a radius of fifty meters.

Instantly, Chu Zihang and Cheng Shuangfan's eyes dimmed, and they froze on the spot like puppets with broken strings.

"Whoosh—" The wind swirled up fallen leaves, turning the depths of night into the brightness of day, and the heavy demon sword transformed into a light bamboo blade, the view fragmented by the mask.

Ahead, a man wearing full protective gear shouted and swung his bamboo knife fiercely.

Chu Zihang instinctively swung his sword to parry, and as he deflected the powerful blow, he thrust his bamboo sword forward, striking the metal mask with pinpoint accuracy.

"boom!"

With a muffled thud, the kendo instructor, dressed in his training clothes and fully protected, fell to the ground. Chu Zihang instinctively wanted to step forward and finish him off, but the applause that rang out from the side stopped him from making his next move.

He turned his head and saw a group of onlookers of all shapes and sizes, men and women, young and old, standing beside him. They were all wearing the same style of training clothes, and their eyes were full of admiration and respect for him. When they clapped, they wished they could compress the air into an air cannon so that it would be louder.

He slowly straightened up, the bamboo knife in his hand still held in an arc ready to be swung at any moment, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Wasn't he just facing a very important battle?
Why……

He looked puzzled, and the sense of disharmony in his mind grew stronger.

"Congratulations, Zihang." The tall man who had been lying on the ground got up, removed his mask, and revealed a familiar face:
"You have completely absorbed all of my swordsmanship; there is nothing more I can teach you. You can graduate now!"

This is the headmaster of the Musashi Kendo Training Center at the Children's Palace. Chu Zihang learned basic kendo from him and used it to defeat the little tyrant who was spreading rumors about him. Moreover, the opponent was the youngest black belt in karate in the country.

But that was back in elementary school. He only studied at the kendo dojo for two years, and the kendo class only had 36 lessons. Apart from those 36 lessons, Chu Zihang practiced on his own the rest of the time, occasionally practicing with his fellow students and the kendo class teacher.

His head began to throb, and the disconnect between reality and memory made him frown. The veins on his hand, which was gripping the bamboo knife, bulged as if he might crush the bamboo handle at any moment.

However, just as he was about to break free from the dream, amidst the congratulations, a flippant male voice suddenly rang out:

"As expected of my son, he's awesome!"

Upon hearing the sound, Chu Zihang turned his head abruptly and saw the man who had to recall the memory every night to prevent himself from forgetting standing there on the other side, his face full of pride and self-satisfaction, as if he wanted to announce to the whole world that the man was his offspring.

What surprised Chu Zihang even more was that the man had his arm around a woman's waist. The woman was graceful and beautiful, and even though her son was eighteen or nineteen years old, her eyes were still as clear as a young girl's. She was his mother, Su Xiaoyan.

How could they...?

This was clearly the scene Chu Zihang had been dreaming of, yet it gave him a strong sense of unreality.

He stared blankly at his proud parents, as if a demon whispered in his heart, saying that this was reality, that his father and mother were both well, and that they were a happy and fulfilling family.

But, but… Chu Zihang gritted his teeth, looking at the man in a suit and tie with a slicked-back hairstyle, a man of such dignity and composure that he had never seen before. His heart began to waver, but his eyes gradually turned cold.

"Son, tonight Dad's taking you out for a seafood feast. Order whatever you want, even whale meat, I'll get it for you!" The man smiled and stepped forward, reaching out to pat his head.

However, before his hand could advance even halfway, Chu Zihang swung his knife and grabbed it, preventing him from advancing any further.

A look of surprise flashed across the man's eyes. He seemed about to say something, but his body quickly disintegrated, and the surrounding scenery suddenly darkened, returning to the city's night view.

The black-clad bodyguard who reached out to snatch Murasame felt as if his arm was caught in a trap. The excruciating pain made it feel as if his bones were being crushed. He stared wide-eyed, only to see the boy in front of him slowly raise his head, revealing a pair of golden eyes like those of a giant dragon.

"boom!"

A loud bang startled Zhao Xuzhen, who was directing his men to subdue Cheng Shuangfan and the others and take out the sniper in the distance.

He turned around abruptly, his pupils shrinking, and saw the black-clad bodyguard being shoved into the Mercedes like a rag doll, the metal door deeply dented from the impact.

The sword-wielding youth slowly straightened up amidst the smoke and dust, the golden light in his eyes colder than the gleam of the blade.

Meanwhile, a slender figure in the distance, holding binoculars, lowered her raised right hand and continued to observe nonchalantly.

"He's clearly just a brute, yet he woke up so quickly." He couldn't hide his surprise. After all, his ability was similar to that of the Dream Eater. Both of them could invade other people's brains and weave a dream for them. In the dream, their identity, concept of time and space, and interpersonal relationships would become blurred, and their emotions and desires would be under his control.

Zhao Xuzhen had read Chu Zihang's information and knew that his parents were divorced, his mother had remarried, and his father had disappeared in a car accident (in his mind, he was dead). So he specially wove a dream for him that he had both parents and a happy family, in order to trap him.

This dream has flaws, but it doesn't matter. Just trap them for half a minute or even ten seconds, and everything will be settled.

However, what the intelligence couldn't tell him was that the young man, barely twenty years old, would recall every detail of that rainy night and every moment he spent with his father every night, making sure he wouldn't forget him.

Such profound emotions cannot be desecrated by Zhao Xuzhen's superficially warm scenes!

If Zhao Xuzhen had more information, he could have used Xia Mi as material for his dream or even as the female protagonist, which might have allowed him to hold her back for longer. However, he touched upon a precious memory that Chu Zihang could never forget.

The dragon has reverse scales, which will kill you if you touch it.

The demon sword Murasame emitted a clear and melodious sound, and Chu Zihang's figure transformed into a blur, causing chaos and defeat wherever he went. Whether it was a burly bodyguard in black or a mother with excellent bloodline capable of passing on her blood, none of them could last a single round against him.

The terrifying force caused Zhao Xuzhen's subordinates to collapse upon contact, and they didn't even have time to unleash their incantations, fully demonstrating what bloodline suppression meant.

At this moment, Zhao Xuzhen understood that the rumors of this young man single-handedly fighting and annihilating the high-ranking members of the Guandong branch were not an exaggeration.

If the higher-ups of the Solomon Temple were to see this, they would surely be eager to add Chu Zihang's DNA to their collection list.

However, all the mother bodies have lost their fighting power.

The most capable secretary, Susanna, was knocked unconscious by a knife to the back of her head and collapsed to her knees, unresponsive. Only Chu Zihang and Zhao Xuzhen remained conscious on the field.

Behind them, Cheng Shuangfan gritted her teeth and frowned, still unable to break free from her dream, while taxi driver Lao Zhang had a joyful expression on his face, clearly immersed in a beautiful dream.

"You're quite good." Zhao Xuzhen remained in the dream state, showing no panic even though he was all alone, and even had the leisure to chat with Chu Zihang:
"But I'm curious, since you finally got to see your deceased father again, why didn't you spend more time with him?"

Chu Zihang's answer was a sharp flash of light.

The village rain pierced the night, its ear-piercing sound aimed straight at Zhao Xuzhen's throat.

"Tsk, a brute is a brute, so crude." Zhao Xuzhen shook his head regretfully, but with a force that was completely at odds with his elegant appearance, he ripped the Mercedes door off.

The heavy metal car door felt weightless in his hands, and with a whooshing sound, it swung towards Chu Zihang like a giant shield.

Chu Zihang swung his knife downwards, rushing forward in both directions, but Murasame only managed to cut open half of the car door before being unable to advance any further.

"boom--!"

The immense impact forced Chu Zihang back several steps, his hands went numb, and the blade trembled violently.

Zhao Xuzhen's power far exceeded his expectations. This was not the explosive power that an ordinary hybrid could possess. The feeling he got from the other party was even close to that of Genjiro, clearly a super hybrid.

“Your knife is fast, but not enough.” Zhao Xuzhen smiled, shook the half-split car door in his hand, and casually ripped off the obstructing window frame, the metal hitting the ground with a dull, crisp sound.

Chu Zihang did not answer, but adjusted his breathing, gripped the Murasame tightly, his golden eyes became brighter, and the dragon blood in his body began to boil!
Second burst of blood, activate!

(End of this chapter)