Dragon Clan: Avoid the College Entrance Examination to Slay the Dragon

Chapter 11 Word Spirit-Jun Yan
The tip of the blond man's nose almost touched the festering corner of his forehead, and the muzzle of the gun pressed heavily into the hollow of his temple. He whispered in Chu Zihang's ear: "You could have died later, but since you took out this thing, I'd better kill you sooner."

He murmured in a whisper, "I guess your corpse will also stimulate your friends."

Amidst the tinnitus of near-death, Chu Zihang heard the muffled thud of a bursting blood vessel. Something sharper than the pain pierced his skull, and his retina suddenly exploded into a shower of stardust. As the weightlessness tore at his internal organs as they fell, a memory suddenly surfaced—in the dim blue light of the dashboard, the man's eyes staring back at him overlapped with the golden glow of his own.

The blond man's pupils constricted. A powerful force trembled through the boy's body, sending him flying and slamming into the wall. As the cracks in the tiles spread like a spiderweb, a twisted look of excitement curled up at the corner of his mouth—he knew what was about to happen.

Chu Zihang's shattered shoulder bone made a clear sound, like porcelain repairing. Dark red flesh twisted and twisted like a puppet on invisible strings, regenerating at hyperspeed in a strange dance. Nerve endings at the fracture grew wildly like vines sprouting in spring, and the new skin was covered with red-gold lines like flowing lava.

He trembled all over, feeling the powerful fluctuations coming from his body. The strange power made his whole body tremble as if it were electrocuted, and also awakened him from despair. The broken wound was no longer a fatal point, but a mark of his new life.

"Did your bloodline awaken in this critical moment?" The man licked the ruptured wound on his palm, his golden pupils narrowing to the size of needles in the smoke and dust. His striking right hand shattered into five afterimages, his nails growing into white bone spurs.

Chu Zihang raised his recovered hand, formed his palm into a knife shape, and struck the blond man's arm, which was grabbing his collar. The blow was so powerful that it shattered the blond man's upper arm into pieces. The twisted limb drooped limply like a snake with its spine removed. As the young man leaped back, he caught a glimpse of the burning ecstasy in the man's eyes.

He stared at the boiling gold in the boy's eyes, and a laugh like magma rolled out of his throat: "Come! Let me see what your words are!"

A raging flame suddenly erupted from Chu Zihang's palm, tongues of crimson gold licking the boy's pale knuckles. There was no sign, no spell, just as simple as eyelashes closing naturally in bright light. The moment he returned to the world, the flames became an extension of his limbs.

Chu Zihang recited an obscure sentence softly, and the corridor instantly turned into purgatory.

A crimson-golden wave of fire swept through the corridor with devastating force. The mottled walls buckled and peeled in the heat, and the steel and concrete groaned in their final moments. The blond man's pupils constricted, his fingers forming claws as he tore through the ceiling. Broken bricks, mixed with sparks, fell to the ground. The entire building trembled with the roar, like a dying beast tumbling in a sea of ​​fire.

"What a surprising gift!" a teasing voice echoed from the hole in the ceiling. The man landed on the ground with a lingering cloud of smoke, his bright golden hair still flickering with scattered flames. He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, his golden eyes blazing through the smoke and dust. "Jun Yan... is he such a violent authority?"

"Come with me." The man suddenly opened his arms, revealing his charred skin beneath his tattered suit, which was healing at a visible speed. "Your spiritual power shouldn't be wasted in this ruin. We can make it bloom more brilliantly."

The blond man's allure suddenly froze in his throat. The young man silently pulled himself to his feet, brick dust mixed with blood dripping from his forehead. A will fiercer than fire surged in his molten-gold eyes. He remained silent, even his breaths suppressed in his throat, as if every word had already been tempered into a blade in his blood.

The man's outstretched arms froze in mid-air, his playful expression cracking for the first time. His broken right arm suddenly cracked with the crisp sound of cracking ceramic. Pale bone spiraled from the wound, each new segment gleaming with the cold gleam of a scalpel. Chu Zihang watched the man's forearm like clay being molded by invisible hands. The ulna twisted and pierced the skin, tracing a half-circle in the moonlight before suddenly extending straight, solidifying into a fifty-centimeter-long curved bone blade.

"Since you don't want to leave—" The bone blade split the air between them, the dense bone spurs on the blade vibrating at a high frequency: "I will cut off your limbs and take you away."

Chu Zihang took a half step back, his heels crushing the glass debris on the ground. He saw the other person's pupils shrink into two vertical lines, which was the signal of a top predator locking onto its prey.

The shriek of a bone blade piercing the air echoed simultaneously with the afterimage of the young man's sudden rise. The blond man accurately predicted the trajectory of his attack, his blade preemptively blocking every angle—but Chu Zihang suddenly twisted, his fist shrouded in flames slamming into the mottled wall. The load-bearing wall crumbled under Jun Yan's fury, and the young man used the momentum to shatter the glass window, sending a thousand shards of glass erupting in a crystalline rainstorm behind him.

"Son of the..." the man roared, leaping towards the windowsill. Only a raging sea of ​​fire greeted him. Waves of crimson-gold flames raced madly along the walls, melting the entire exterior of the building into a waterfall of magma. In the abyss of torrential rain and flames, the silent, raging figure was long gone.

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The raindrops meandered into twisted crawlers on the glass. For some reason, it started raining outside again. Gu Yi frowned, having a bad feeling.

He was listening to the head teacher's admonition, "You must learn to control your emotions." The end of Lao Zhang's voice was suddenly interrupted, and the loud noise of the door frame hitting the wall startled all the teachers.

"Gu Yi! Something happened! Something happened! Senior Brother Chu has also been dragged in!" Lu Mingfei almost rolled into the office. The cold sweat on his forehead stuck his bangs into strands on his pale face.

Gu Yi appeared beside him as if by teleportation, clasping his trembling shoulders with his five fingers. "Chu Zihang?"

There was an icy edge to the boy's voice. When the thunder exploded outside the window, everyone saw the golden-red color surging like lava deep in his irises.

Old Zhang's thermos shattered on the floor, brown tea stains snaking through the cracks in the tiles. He forced his mouth open to rebuke, only to be met with the blood-red storm of anger as Gu Yi glanced back. That gaze, like a dragon hovering over a sea of ​​corpses and blood, instantly solidified the air in the office into a frozen mass of fear. The teachers' screams died in their throats, transforming into sobs. Their pens traced the path of an epileptic on their lesson plans.

Lu Mingfei looked around blankly at the crowd of people stumbling around. "Are they possessed?" Before he could finish his words, Gu Yi had already dragged him into the corridor.

(End of this chapter)