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

Chapter 39 The difference between cloud and mud
Su Yuqing stood on tiptoe to peer around, her short chestnut hair rippling in the surging sound. She patted the people around her and asked, "Does everyone think so highly of Lancelot?"

Ye Sheng pushed up his black-framed glasses and said, "Before school starts, those European families hold gatherings and martial arts competitions..."

His words were suddenly interrupted by a burst of cheers, because Chu Zihang had accepted the challenge. After the cheers died down, he spoke again, "He performed very well in that competition."

The girl tilted her head, and a section of her crystal hairpin slipped off. "But Chu Zihang has fought in real combat, faced the Butcher in real combat. Shouldn't everyone be more optimistic about him?"

A soft chuckle escaped the boy's throat. He looked at Chu Zihang, who was in the sandpit tossing his coat to Gu Yi for safekeeping. "Because Gu Yi defeated the Butcher, everyone only knows that he faced him, but no one knows how he performed in detail."

Su Yuqing suddenly unzipped the side pocket of her schoolbag. "Cousin!" She shook the lemon candy that had been pulled out from the compartment. "How do you know so much about Western mixed-race families?"

Ye Sheng took a piece of candy from Su Yuqing and did not answer the girl's question: "It's about to start, let's take a look first."

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Lancelot's boots plowed deep grooves in the sand, and his blond hair was matted into clumps by sweat. As he stepped back, he suddenly leaped forward, his right hook wrapped in hot wind, aiming straight at Chu Zihang's temple.

Chu Zihang casually raised his left hand, precisely grasping the opponent's wrist. The moment his knuckles pressed against the ulnar nerve groove, Lancelot's entire arm instantly felt numb. The audience's screams were caught in their throats as they watched Chu Zihang, using the opponent's forward momentum, spin around. The dust kicked up by his training trouser legs formed a golden vortex in the sunlight.

"Too slow." Chu Zihang's breath sprayed behind his opponent's ear.

The collar of Lancelot's uniform suddenly tightened, and Chu Zihang's right knee pressed against the hollow of his lumbar spine. As his tibia pressed against the transverse process of the lumbar spine, Lancelot could hear a terrifying creaking in his spine. He launched frantic elbows at the back, but each one missed. Chu Zihang slid against his back like a catfish.

The stands were suddenly silent, and everyone stared at the two sets of completely overlapping footprints in the sand.

Every time Lancelot changed direction and charged forward, Chu Zihang stepped precisely where he had landed half a second before. Su Yuqing's lemon candy fell from her open lips and bounced on Ye Sheng's bleached canvas shoes.

"It seems that under his dynamic vision, Lancelot's movements are too slow." Ye Sheng said lightly.

Lancelot suddenly roared, his left leg swung back like a scorpion's tail, but before the steel toe of his military boot could reach its target, cold fingers locked onto his ankle. Chu Zihang yanked him like a rug, and Lancelot was instantly swung into a half-moon and slammed into the sand.

"boom!"

Sand flew all over the sky. Chu Zihang pressed his opponent's sternum with one knee, and hooked three fingers of his left hand 2 centimeters above his Adam's apple. Sweat beads dripped along his jawline onto Lancelot's pale face, exploding into small salty splashes.

"Concession."

Chu Zihang stood up, his sweat-soaked white shirt revealing his beautiful muscle lines.

Instructor Scott blew his whistle at the same time: "The winner is Chu Zihang!"

The clamor rose to the sky. Lancelot suddenly grabbed Chu Zihang's left hand, his pupils burning with a dark fire: "You can obviously defeat me faster."

Chu Zihang said nothing, pulled his hand away, and as he walked towards the sidelines, the crowd of onlookers automatically split open. Gu Yi, who was behind the crowd, raised his hand and tossed the coat back to Chu Zihang.

Finger's scream pierced the sky at the same time: "Damn, that move you just made was so cool! Teach me!"

Su Yuqing looked around. A flurry of whispers surged through the crowd like an electric current. Everyone had initially been optimistic about Lancelot. But now, the golden dust still lingering in the sand pit revealed the stark difference between the two.

Scott rested one hand on the awning's pillar. The midday sun shone directly onto the open-air training field, his shadow shrunk into a tiny ball on the gravel. He said, "Okay, is there anyone else who would like to volunteer?" "Please let me go." An East Asian boy stepped forward from the edge of the crowd and bowed deeply.

Scott shielded his eyes from the glare of the sun with the register: "Name."

"Takahashi Shun, I want to challenge Gu Yijun." The young man maintained a bowing posture.

Sturt raised his eyebrows. "Japanese students are rare."

He turned to Gu Yi and asked, "Do you accept the challenge?"

Gu Yi narrowed his eyes at the challenger. Sunlight was piercing through the gaps in the metal fence behind Takahashi Shun. Some Chinese students booed the straight figure, the sound waves booing against the hot guardrail.

"nature."

Gu Yi stepped out, and the heat waves rising from the ground hit him in the face. The cheers startled the sparrows in the cypress trees outside the fence, and they fluttered across the sun-bleached sky.

Takahashi Shun bowed again, "Thank you for your willingness to fight me."

Gu Yi raised his hand to block the sunlight that was hitting his forehead: "Did you specifically want to fight me? Why?"

"Gu Yijun might not be paying much attention to your own news." Takahashi Shun explained, "The news that you easily defeated the Butcher, even though you had just awakened your bloodline, has been circulating around the school for a long time."

Gu Yi raised his eyebrows, "So you want to test whether it's true or not?"

"Of course not. Gu Yijun's aura and eyes tell me that you are a truly powerful person." Gao Qiao Shun looked at Gu Yi seriously, "I have my reasons for wanting to fight you. A year ago, 'The Butcher' committed a horrific crime on the banks of the Kamo River, on a sunny day like this. He also killed the two commissioners who immediately went to pursue him, one of whom was a very important senior of mine."

The training ground suddenly became quiet, and the chirping of cicadas pierced the stagnant heat.

Takahashi Shun continued, "When I went to collect the body, I couldn't recognize my senior's twisted body. That day was supposed to be the day he submitted his application for regularization to the Japanese branch."

He clenched his hands. "I have always considered him an enemy who must be killed. But the person I considered my lifelong enemy was defeated by Gu Yijun when he just awakened his bloodline."

"I want to know..." The fire in Takahashi Shun's eyes burned through the steaming heat wave, "I want to know how big the gap between me and Gu Yijun is."

The steam rising from the gravel ground distorted the air between them. Gu Yi nodded, "Why do you think you've lost before the battle?"

"Does Gu Yijun think this is a lack of self-confidence? But I am a realist. From the moment I saw the body of my senior, I knew I could never defeat you."

The cicadas' chirping suddenly stopped. The young man stomped his feet onto the ground, raising his fists. "But I've also been told that courage means facing an enemy you know you can't defeat, yet still drawing your sword and charging forward!"

Gu Yi nodded solemnly, "Come on then."

"Gu Yijun." Gao Qiao rushed over instantly, "Let me see the appearance of the person who killed my nightmare!"

(End of this chapter)