Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 340 I'll avoid your sharp edge? You won't come anyway!

Chu Zihang's golden eyes burned in the night, like two suns falling to earth, and his blood, after the second blood surge, rushed through his veins like magma.

With a heavy stomp of his foot, he vanished from his spot in an instant, the gleaming white demon blade streaking across the night sky like a breathtaking white ribbon!
Zhao Xuzhen sneered, holding the half-car door in his hand like a giant shield to block.

"clang--!"

The clang of metal clashing echoed through the street, sparks flying as Chu Zihang's blade pierced deep into the car door's steel panel, yet failed to sever it.

The reason was that just as the blade was halfway through the cut, Zhao Xuzhen flipped his wrist and twisted the car door violently, trying to disarm him with brute force!

The two sides were slightly outmatched in strength, and moreover, most of Chu Zihang's skills lay in his swordsmanship, so it was impossible for him to withdraw his sword and retreat as he wished.

However, Zhao Xuzhen pressed his advantage, swinging the car door down like a battle axe. Chu Zihang dodged to the side, but the car door slammed into the ground, cracking the asphalt and sending gravel flying.

"Is that all you've got?" Zhao Xuzhen said with a sneer. He had thought that this kid might be something special since he broke free from the dream so quickly, but it turned out he was just like that.

As he spoke, he stepped forward, and the car door in his hand swept across the room as lightly as a willow catkin.

Chu Zihang swung his knife the instant the car door hit the ground, but Zhao Xuzhen was no ordinary person. Having received training from the Solomon Temple since childhood, he responded quickly and strategically.

The blade couldn't find the most comfortable entry point as it cut into the car door from bottom to top. It was only three inches in before being pushed back by the brute force it carried, and the hand holding the knife was also shaken so badly that the tiger's mouth went numb.

The force was immense, yet it also created an opening in Zhao Xuzhen's otherwise unmoving form. Chu Zihang's breath hitched, and the power from the second burst of blood surged through his muscles.

He suddenly accelerated, his figure becoming a blur, and Murasame stabbed at Zhao Xuzhen's ribs from a tricky angle.

Zhao Xuzhen's pupils contracted slightly, and he hurriedly dodged to the side. The tip of the knife narrowly grazed his suit, tearing the fabric instantly and leaving a line of blood on his skin.

Unexpectedly, his momentary lapse in concentration was exploited, and he was even injured. Zhao Xuzhen's face contorted with rage, and he swung the car door at the treacherous assassin, only to miss.

The dragon blood within Chu Zihang surged and flowed, and he could feel fine dragon scales beginning to appear on his body, indicating that his dragon transformation was about to be fully revealed.

Hunting crews were watching nearby, and this forbidden technique could not be exposed.

As he muttered ancient dragon script, Chu Zihang raised his arm and swung it. The "raindrops" that appeared on the blade of the Village Rain Blade were instantly evaporated by the high temperature, turning into a hazy mist that blurred his outline.

"Playing tricks!" Zhao Xuzhen snorted coldly, reached out and grabbed another car door, his five fingers like hooks firmly clamping it down, showing a bit of the style of dual-wielding the Hulk.

Chi chi chi——! ! !
Flames clung to the demon sword Murasame, and Chu Zihang stabbed it into the hood of the Mercedes-Benz next to him with a backhand stroke. Instantly, black smoke billowed out, and he disappeared into the smoke.

The smoke could obscure the hunting team's vision, but it couldn't hide it from Zhao Xuzhen. He easily spotted Chu Zihang's movements and slammed the car door down like a warhammer.

The Fiery Demon Blade came wrapped in flames, but this time it did not stop there as before. Enveloped in the flames, Murasame cut through the car door as easily as a hot knife through butter, and the blade continued its momentum toward Zhao Xuzhen's head.

Alright, alright, you're practicing both magic and martial arts, right?

As Zhao Xuzhen leaned back and flipped to avoid the sword, he suddenly threw out another car door that he had just torn off, the metal whistling through the air.

Chu Zihang dodged to the side, the car door embedding itself deeply into the Mercedes-Benz behind him. The car body shifted slightly to the side, and even the airbags deployed. Jiang Wanzhi, who had run to the roadside to watch the show the moment the fight started, couldn't help but twitch her eye at the sight.

Two monsters.

Taking advantage of Chu Zihang's inability to rush up immediately, Zhao Xuzhen went around to the trunk of another Mercedes and took out a giant wrench.

The wrench handle was as thick as an adult's forearm, and it was completely black, gleaming coldly under the streetlights.

He carried this tool, which weighed at least thirty pounds, with one hand as easily as if he were holding a chopstick.

If the car door isn't sturdy enough, what about this alloy steel wrench?

"Come on, let me see just how good Kassel College's ace is." Zhao Xuzhen smiled, holding a giant shield from the car door in his left hand and a wrench-shaped holy sword in his right, but there was no smile in his eyes.

Two figures collided in the middle of the street. Murasame, entangled with Junyan, struck the giant wrench, exploding into a dazzling burst of sparks.

Amidst the hissing of flames and metal, Murasame could not stop the rebound; the superhuman force emanating from the wrench made it difficult for Junyan to corrode it.

"boom!"

It was another head-on clash. Chu Zihang used the momentum to leap backward, his blade drawing a fiery arc.

Zhao Xuzhen neither dodged nor flinched, but blocked the car door with his left hand. The flames exploded on the metal surface, but failed to harm him in the slightest.

"Is that all you've got?" Zhao Xuzhen put down the car door, which was charred and emitting black smoke from the high temperature, his eyes filled with disdain.

However, Chu Zihang did not answer, but only whispered two words – “Jun Yan”.

His pupils shone like the blazing sun, and his voice was as soft as a sigh.

The dark red flames swirling around the blade suddenly turned purplish-black; they were no longer ordinary royal flames, but rather a violent energy compressed to its extreme.

The air distorted under the high temperature, and the asphalt road surface began to soften, emitting a faint crackling sound.

Zhao Xuzhen's pupils contracted slightly upon seeing this. He had seen many incantations, but Jun Yan was notoriously violent and uncontrollable. It was truly rare to find someone who could control such a raging flame so precisely.

The purplish-black flames did not burn haphazardly, but rather coiled around the blade like a living thing, transforming Murasame into a giant flaming blade that was a full two meters long.

"What the hell?"

Looking at the Demon Blade of Annihilation, which was longer than his own life, Zhao Xuzhen couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. He had seen all sorts of situations, but he had never seen anything like this before.

Can alchemical knives be made to this extent?

Long insight!

Whoosh—!
In the instant he was surprised, Chu Zihang charged forward, dragging his sword. Halfway there, the demonic blade drew a purple-black crescent moon, bringing with it the force of dark clouds pressing down on the sky, and slashed towards Zhao Xuzhen's head.

This strike was far more powerful and forceful than any before. No matter how proud Zhao Xuzhen was, he dared not take the blow head-on when he saw the Dark Flame Demon Blade crashing down on him.

Will die!
He shifted his feet and dodged to the side, but before he could retract the large car door in time, it was easily sliced ​​off, leaving only a third of it in his hand, turning the large square shield into a small round one.

Fuck! I hate these violent freaks the most!
The power of words and the fighting style are perfectly matched, making it very difficult for someone like him who likes to play a control-oriented style!

Zhao Xuzhen shifted from being proactive to being passive. Although his physical abilities far surpassed those of ordinary hybrids, he was not a pure-blooded dragon and was not as resilient. If he were to be hit, it wouldn't be as simple as losing an arm or a leg.

The kaleidoscope-like patterns within his golden eyes swirled as he tried his best to drag Chu Zihang back into the dream. However, he was unable to bring back the person who had broken free of the dream on his own in a short time.

Damn it, why is the elder in such a hurry? If I had been given more time to prepare and bring the dragon in, I would have shown these natives what the might of a knight really means!

Being chased and slashed by a two-meter-long broadsword, Zhao Xuzhen felt a bit embarrassed, especially since his fiancée, assigned by the organization, was watching the show with her arms crossed.

Wanzhi, why are you just watching?!
Zhao Xuzhen's heart was roaring. He tried to resist and replicate the move he had just made to deflect the demon sword Murasame.

However, when the giant wrench collided with the Darkfire Demon Blade, he suddenly realized that the upper half of the blade was entirely composed of purplish-black sovereign flames and had no physical form at all!

He felt a sudden lightness in his hand, and then the giant wrench was brutally cut in half, leaving only the bare handle in his hand.

My holy sword! My holy sword!
This made Zhao Xuzhen realize what a young prodigy truly was—terrifyingly so.

Seeing him momentarily distracted, Chu Zihang used the momentum of his blade to deliver a powerful, self-sacrificing spinning kick.

Sure enough, compared to Odin, even a super hybrid is no match.

Zhao Xuzhen raised the remaining small shield from the car door to block, but was knocked back several meters by the immense force, leaving two scorch marks on the hot road surface where his shoes scraped against the ground.

In the distance, Cheng Shuangfan suddenly opened her eyes. Zhao Xuzhen, focused on dealing with Chu Zihang, had reduced his ability to interfere with the dream, and the dream binding Cheng Shuangfan loosened, allowing him to immediately break free. In that instant of clarity, he unhesitatingly raised his gun and pulled the trigger at Zhao Xuzhen, who had just stood still, his entire body radiating a sinister killing intent.

"Da da da da da da-"

Frigga's bullets missed their mark, and the instant Zhao Xuzhen awoke, he darted behind the Mercedes. The scarlet bullets struck the ground and exploded on the car, only to be quickly burned away by the intense heat.

Cheng Shuangfan fired all his bullets in one go, but it was still not enough to quell the hatred in his heart. Zhao Xuzhen had touched the softest spot in his heart, and now he only wanted to feed Zhao Xuzhen's horse.

"You bastard, I think you're really tired of living." He opened the jeep door and pulled out a standard-issue knife from Kassel College.

If Cheng Shuangfan doesn't beat Zhao Xuzhen's brains out today, he will have no face to face the elders of Jiangdong!
When the gunfire stopped and was replaced by the sound of blades being drawn, Zhao Xuzhen discarded the broken weapon, took a steel pipe from the trunk, turned around and looked at the fierce hunter and the young man opposite him.

Chu Zihang held his sword horizontally in front of him, the intense heat distorting the air and obscuring his body and face, but his crimson-gold eyes exuded a powerful sense of oppression.

If it weren't for that knife, Zhao Xuzhen would dare say he had Chu Zihang completely under his control, but reality doesn't allow for "what ifs".

Chu Zihang is troublesome enough, but adding Cheng Shuangfan, who has an impressive track record and is well-known in the European and American mixed-race circles, could really cause a disaster.

We can't afford to get entangled with them any longer.

“The game should end now,” Zhao Xuzhen said coldly, suddenly releasing one hand and taking out a small crystal bottle from his pocket.

The liquid in the bottle had an eerie dark gold color, and it seemed to flow like a living thing when illuminated by the firelight.

Upon seeing this, even Chu Zihang, whose face was usually expressionless, couldn't help but show surprise.

That's dragon blood, and it's ancient dragon blood of extremely high purity!

"Are you crazy!" Cheng Shuangfan roared, immediately guessing Zhao Xuzhen's plan: "How much does the Temple pay you a month to work this hard?"

Many of the outstanding members of the Solomon Temple have crossed the critical bloodline limit. Now, Zhao Xuzhen has further strengthened his bloodline on the basis of crossing the critical bloodline limit. He will either gain power that is unimaginable to ordinary people, or he will fall into the trap of becoming a death servant and go on a killing spree.

If it's the former, that's fine. Cheng Shuangfan is confident that by cooperating with her nephew and with the assistance of a sniper hiding in the shadows, they can take down Zhao Xuzhen.

But if it's the latter, then the trouble will be much greater. So many people lying on the ground could all become food for the enemy.

The deaths of a bunch of people abroad are a huge problem, let alone here in China, and these people are all foreigners!

Zhao Xuzhen did not answer. He flicked open the lid with his thumb, tilted his head back, and drank the dragon's blood in one gulp.

Almost simultaneously, Cheng Shuangfan pulled two distinctive cigars from her jacket pocket and threw them with surprising speed, mimicking the motion of throwing knives.

That was a cigar bomb laced with Frigga's anesthetic, a prized possession he carried with him with great care. A slight mishap could result in his death before he even got started, wiping out his entire team.

Zhao Xuzhen remained silent, simply sensing the changes brought about by the dragon blood.

His body and hair were given to him by his parents. Zhao Xuzhen had a father and mother, but he left them when he was very young and was raised by the Solomon Temple. He was severed from his original family so that he could cut off unnecessary ties and focus on dedicating himself to the organization.

He had endured much hardship and undergone extensive training in his quest to become a knight. Once he completed this mission, he would be promoted to knight, possess his own dragon, and become a glorious dragon knight.

Therefore, he cannot accept failure.

His skin began to gleam with a metallic sheen, and fine scales appeared on his neck. Zhao Xuzhen, whose body had swelled to twice its normal size, stared with a pair of dazzling golden eyes. The blood vessels around his eyes bulged out and turned black, like small snakes climbing on them.

“The critical blood limit is a restriction for weaklings like you.” Zhao Xuzhen’s voice became hoarse. “True strongmen don’t have so many concerns.”

Listening to his speech, Chu Zihang narrowed his eyes, his Dark Flame Demon Blade poised to strike, ready to unleash even greater power at any moment if things went wrong.

It's just cheating, anyone can do that.

Cheng Shuangfan began to chant the Dragon Script in a low voice, preparing to use her unknown and even unrecorded Word of Power.

In the shadows, Xia Mi slightly raised her finger, but quickly seemed to sense something, and continued to stand with Wan Boqian, watching the show with peace of mind.

The high temperature lingered on the road, and the heavy atmosphere was like a powder keg that could explode at any moment. Jiang Wanzhi felt suffocated even just standing by and watching.

Just as the three parties were about to make their move simultaneously, a lazy voice broke the tense atmosphere.

"Huh? Weren't they supposed to be doing road repairs? Why does it look like they're disciplining some arrogant, Western-worshipping dog?"

Everyone turned their heads at the same time. Under the dim streetlights, Lu Mingfei walked slowly towards them, holding Erii's hand.

Both were dressed casually, each holding a string of candied hawthorns. Erii curiously observed the tense scene, while Lu Mingfei feigned exaggerated surprise as if he had stumbled upon a crime scene.

Zhao Xuzhen's transformation into a dragon has temporarily stalled. He never expected that his main target for this trip to China would appear so coincidentally, especially at the scene of a fight.

He watched the two warily, his powerful senses after transforming into a dragon frantically warning him that the young boy and girl in front of him were extremely dangerous!
Zhao Xuzhen could sense that Lu Mingfei had a strong aversion to him; just from his phrase "a dog who admires foreigners," one could hear the malice in his voice.

Upon seeing Lu Mingfei appear, Chu Zihang instantly extinguished the Dark Demon Blade in his hand, took a few steps back, and disappeared into the shadows by the roadside, quietly waiting for the dragon-like features on his body to dissipate.

Cheng Shuangfan's face lit up with joy, and she was about to speak when Zhao Xuzhen spoke first:
"You must be Lu Mingfei, sir. I am Zhao Xuzhen, from the Solomon Temple Society. There's a small misunderstanding between us and the Secret Party..."

He tried to explain, but Lu Mingfei just sighed and looked at him as if he were an idiot.

He slowly bit off the last candied hawthorn, then flicked the stick with his finger.

Whoosh—!
The ordinary bamboo skewer transformed into a streak of light, accompanied by a piercing shriek that could cut through the long night.

Before Zhao Xuzhen could even react, the bamboo skewer easily pierced through his iron-hard skin after his dragon transformation and deeply embedded itself in his chest.

Even more terrifying, the impact force from the bamboo skewer lifted him into the air in a way that severely violated the laws of physics, embedding him deeply into the Mercedes-Benz body ten meters away.

"puff!"

As if struck head-on by an overloaded truck, Zhao Xuzhen felt a jolt of pain throughout his body and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of dark golden blood. He was forcibly forced out of his dragon form and stared in disbelief at the bamboo skewer still trembling on his chest, which even had a little sugar stain on it.

Then look at the boy who casually sent him flying in his strongest form so far. He was as indifferent as if he had just casually killed an annoying fly. He led the well-behaved girl beside him to Chu Zihang's side, said something, and the dragon transformation features on the latter disappeared.

Extreme fear gripped his heart, and he mustered his strength to beg for mercy. However, Cheng Shuangfan, who was prepared, did not give him a chance to speak. With a flying kick, she sent the rearview mirror that had fallen from the car flying, hitting him precisely between the eyebrows.

This was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. Zhao Xuzhen, who was already at his limit after being hit by a bamboo skewer, could no longer hold on and fainted.

"With such mediocre skills, you dare to act wildly here? Besides resorting to underhanded tactics, you're nothing but a coward." Cheng Shuangfan spat, then immediately changed her expression, smiling broadly as she looked at Lu Mingfei and Erii:
"Mingfei, we really have to thank you this time, otherwise tonight would have been quite troublesome."

The mere fact that Chu Zihang and Zhao Xuzhen, before he transformed into a dragon, were fighting had already caused considerable damage. If the three of them were to fight each other with all their might, the entire road section would probably need major repairs. The road administration department would probably be ecstatic if they found out.

Great, we can build roads again!
"It's nothing. I happened to be nearby and came over as soon as I got Gao Mi's call." Lu Mingfei smiled. His appearance was certainly not a coincidence, but there was still a bit of coincidence involved tonight.

He thought Zhao Xuzhen would go up against Zhou Minhao and see what kind of sparks they would create, but unexpectedly Cheng Shuangfan intercepted the deal.

But it doesn't matter, we've already fought, what can we do about it?

Just as the three were exchanging pleasantries, Lao Zhang, the taxi driver who hadn't dared to utter a sound since emerging from the dream, suddenly spoke up: "Um, Captain, it seems there's still one survivor here."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Shuangfan and the three teenagers all looked in the direction Old Zhang pointed. Under the streetlight, they saw a graceful and beautiful woman standing there, exuding the gentle and serene charm of a woman from the Jiangnan water towns.

Judging from her posture, she was clearly a well-trained soldier.

Moreover, in Lu Mingfei's perception, the other party was at least an A-level hybrid.

Seeing everyone's eyes on her, Jiang Wanzhi awkwardly smoothed her hair and explained:
"Um, I'm not with him."

(End of this chapter)