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

Chapter 46 The Glory of God

Walker pushed open the metal door of the safe house. The bulletproof glass cabinet shimmered blue under the cold light. The walls were covered with guns like steel thorns, from Colt Pythons to Beretta shotguns. The smell of gunpowder and gun oil settled in the confined space.

"Pick something that's convenient." Walker tapped the explosion-proof glass with his fingers. "Just a reminder, the hot weapons and equipment department has been modified."

Caesar walked straight to the titanium box in the corner. A chill blast hit him as he opened the lid. Two silver-plated Desert Eagles lay on the velvet padding, their barrels etched with the Gattuso family crest. "I have weapons." He drew his hunting knife. The half-meter-long diktatsu made a clear sound like a dragon's roar. The blade's spine was covered with dark gold lines, like lava flowing through black iron.

"Good knife." Gu Yi stared at the cold light flowing on the blade.

"Thank you." Caesar put the hunting knife back into the ebony sheath.

Walker turned to Gu Yi: "What about you?"

The boy looked at the MP5 submachine gun with reluctance, but suddenly remembered the stray bullet that penetrated the train during the entrance test, and hesitated.

Finkel had said the equipment department always added extraneous materials to their bullets. He hesitated and was about to speak when Caesar suddenly put his hand on his shoulder and said, "I suggest you avoid explosive weapons. If you want to use a hot weapon, I can lend you one of my Desert Eagles."

Gu Yi smiled bitterly and turned to the cold weapon cabinet: "Long sword."

Walker opened the carved wooden box, revealing a Miao Dao lying quietly on a red silk cloth. Its inky black scabbard was embroidered with a golden coiled dragon pattern, and at its rim, a jade Pixiu held a seven-inch blade. The moonlight-like blade illuminated the three men's faces the moment it was unsheathed.

"The principal knew you would choose the long sword, so he prepared it specially for you." Walker traced the Sanskrit inscription on the hilt with his fingertips. "Alchemical weapon—Qinghe. It was once used by the Jinyiwei of the Ming Dynasty to kill the Dragon Servant."

Gu Yi took the sword and swung it backhandedly, the blade wielding a flower, slicing through the dust drifting through the air. Caesar whistled, "Have you ever learned cold weapon combat before?"

"No, I just let it go." The young man sheathed the knife, and the blade fit perfectly with the sheath.

A dark glint flashed in Walker's eyes: "You still have half a day to get used to each other before the meeting."

When he turned around, his military boots made a rapid drumbeat on the ground, but he was stopped by Gu Yi at the door.

"Is it the principal's idea that Caesar and I should lead the attack?"

"Of course, otherwise the principal wouldn't have prepared a weapon for you."

Gu Yi rubbed the jade Pixiu at the mouth of his Miao Dao with his thumb, and the scabbard in his palm turned into a half-moon of coldness. "Does the principal really think these two newbies can be the main attackers?"

The metal door frame cast a long, narrow shadow behind Walker. "According to college regulations, even juniors are only allowed to participate in logistics work during battlefield practical classes."

"So this is an exception among exceptions?" Gu Yi frowned.

"At least, in my ten years at the Enforcement Bureau, that's never happened." He added, turning back as he stepped out of the door. "By the way, when the Enforcement Bureau bought that knife back at Sotheby's, the hammer price was $3.7 million."

Gu Yi's wrist trembled, and the Miao Dao almost slipped out of his hand: "Is it so valuable?"

"But the truly precious thing isn't the material, but the spirit of this alchemical weapon." Walker observed the young man's astonished face. "The spirit of this blade is extremely arrogant. Eighty percent of the Enforcement Bureau's commissioners can't even open the scabbard."

"Is there?" Gu Yi gently pushed the hilt of the knife with his thumb, and a seven-inch green light flowed out like water from a stream, "It's easy to open." The crisp sound of the emerald Pixiu biting the blade when it was sheathed sounded like some kind of sarcastic sneer.

Walker stared at the boy's smooth movements in silence. Suddenly, he turned to look at Caesar, and his vocal cords, burned by fire, squeezed out gravel-like syllables: "You try."

Caesar raised his eyebrows and reached out to grab the hilt of the knife, "That's exactly what I meant."

As soon as his bony palm touched the hilt, the scabbard suddenly trembled like a dragon's roar. The veins on the back of Caesar's hand bulged like a group of snakes, and Dick Tudor made a bloodthirsty buzzing sound at his waist, as if an ancient dragon was warning the usurper.

"Ka--" Miao Dao suddenly became quiet, allowing him to completely pull out the cold blade.

"It does require some skill." Caesar shook his numb wrist, his sea-blue pupils reflecting the dark gold inscriptions flowing on the blade.

Walker's eye twitched. "It seems the principal had a reason for choosing you as the main attacker."

"By the way, Captain Walker, what exactly is a living spirit?" Gu Yi said.

"The pinnacle of ancient alchemy—infusing weapons with fragments of dragon souls or spirits." Walker replied, "The more powerful the living spirits, the more picky they are about their masters. They only care about the purity of their bloodline."

"So that's how it is." Gu Yi looked at the blade.

"Hurry up and familiarize yourself with the other party's words." Walker said and left the room.

Gu Yi tilted his head, "He's right, I still don't know what your Word Spirit is."

"Kamaitachi, I can create a large domain centered on myself, establishing complex sound channels within it," Caesar explained. "Kamaitachi can capture sound through air vibrations, significantly enhancing the user's auditory perception range and even converting sound into 'three-dimensional information.' Its effect is similar to that of a 'sonar radar,' accurately locating the target's position and movements and analyzing environmental details."

Gu Yi nodded, "Mine..."

"I know what your words are, time zero." Caesar suddenly interrupted him.

"How did you know?"

"Night Watch Forum. Your bloodline rating, Word Spirit Sequence, and even your daily drink are all listed for sale, $5 each." He pulled his phone from his chest pocket, and the blue light of the screen illuminated the Night Watch Forum interface. The pinned post prominently featured a profile photo of Gu Yi, titled "S-Class Freshman File Revealed (Including Sleeping Photos)"

"Damn Fingle!" Gu Yi was furious. He decided that he must give Fingle a knife when he returned this time.

Caesar glanced at the time and said, "It's still early for the combat meeting. Why don't we go relax together? I know a great urban green space nearby."

"Will the Executive Bureau let us go?"

"Why bother with them?" Caesar tapped Gu Yi's chest. "You have Time Zero, they can't stop us. Just come back before the meeting. Didn't he ask us to familiarize ourselves with each other's fighting styles in advance? I haven't experienced what it's like inside the Time Zero realm yet."

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Dusk spread across the Chicago skyline, and skyscrapers beneath their steel-blue domes gradually lit up with twinkling lights. Caesar lay on his back on the lawn of the city park, his left hand resting on the back of his head, and dew from the grass wet the ends of his golden hair.

"Time Zero truly holds a terrifying power," he sighed. "Now I understand why the principal is known as the greatest dragon slayer of modern times."

Gu Yi sat cross-legged two steps away from him and chuckled, "I'm still a long way from being a principal. Right now, I can only slow down the flow of time around me by twenty times. If it lasts for two or three seconds, I'll collapse."

"Word spirits need to be developed." Caesar plucked a grass stem and bit it between his teeth. "You are S-rank. Sooner or later, you will reach the level of the principal."

"Where's your Word Spirit? Can you show it to me?"

Caesar turned over and sat up, his azure eyes shone startlingly bright in the gathering darkness. "Alright."

Gu Yi felt that there was a huge force covering the entire park.

Caesar closed his eyes, feeling as if he were falling into a dense vortex of sound like a honeycomb. The clatter of subway wheels, the wailing of police sirens twelve blocks away, the flutter of gulls over Lake Michigan, even the trembling of dewdrops rolling down blades of grass, all of them hammered a three-dimensional sound spectrum on his eardrums.

"Guess what the girls who come over here will ask us for? I bet it's our cell phone number." Caesar suddenly opened his eyes, and his domain dissipated like the tide.

"Can you hear this?"

Before Gu Yi could ask, two Latino girls in midriff-baring tops approached on skateboards. They asked for their phone numbers in English with Mexican accents.

Caesar shook his head. "Unfortunately, we're leaving Chicago tonight."

Looking at the girls' backs as they left in disappointment, Gu Yi said, "If I didn't know your Kamaitachi principle, I would have thought you were a gypsy fortune teller."

The evening breeze swept across the lake, bringing with it damp vapor. Caesar suddenly turned around and said, "Gu Yi, I want to ask you a question."

"Ok?"

"What does it feel like to kill someone?"

"You've never killed anyone?" Gu Yi was a little surprised.

"Deadpool doesn't count." Caesar's profile was dyed a cold purple by the neon lights in the distance. "There are no real humans."

"Neither have I." Gu Yi replied, "The only person I wanted to kill was stopped by someone."

"So, you said that Carl Miller has become a dragon to that extent. Is he still human?"

"Is it important?" Gu Yi said softly, "He slaughtered three families. We just need to stop him from doing evil."

"You're right." Caesar stroked the silver cross pendant on his chest. "The world created by God must be fair and just. If someone makes a mistake, they must pay the price. If someone makes a mistake, they must pay the price. If someone makes a mistake and doesn't pay the price, then who would still believe in the glory of God?"

"I didn't expect you to be religious."

"The one I love believes it." The boy's hard brows suddenly softened, as if he remembered an afternoon shrouded in sunset.

The wind swept across the reeds on the lakeshore, and two strands of black hair and blonde hair entangled and spread out in the air flow.

"Gu Yi?"

"Ok?"

"We are friends now, right?"

"Ah."

The shadows of the two young men slowly overlapped on the grass. Behind them, the neon lights of the entire city bloomed one after another, as if a jewel box overturned by the gods had rolled down to the earth.

I have finished writing it. I just started watching the Champions League seriously.

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(End of this chapter)