I'm in the Dragon Clan, bound to the Naruto Counterattack System

Chapter 133 The Assassin: Cheng Sui

Inside the Tamamo-no-Mae Club, all was quiet and still.

Angers picked up the white porcelain sake cup and drank the sake in one gulp.

The liquor was spicy, but as it slid down my throat into my stomach, it released a perfectly warm sensation.

He listened as Inuyama He recounted Cheng Sui's exploits in Japan over the past few days—of course, a embellished version.

Everything about Uesugi Erii was silently erased by Inuyama He, leaving only how that young half-blood stirred up trouble and how he humiliated the Snake-Headed Eight Families.

Angers' smile never faded from his face.

"I told you this was my most outstanding student. Ah He, how do you feel about it?"

Inuyama He remained silent, when a phrase from an ancient Chinese text suddenly flashed through his mind.

Even before it has developed its full potential, the tiger and leopard foal already possess the spirit to devour cattle.

This statement is both appropriate and incomplete in describing Cheng Sui. Although Cheng Sui is young, he is by no means an "unwritten" young beast. He has already grown into an extremely ferocious beast, his fangs and claws stained with blood.

"He has the demeanor of a teacher back in the day." Inuyama He's voice was indifferent, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

Angers laughed even more heartily, his silver hair shimmering under the light, his blue eyes filled with undisguised pride.

"But I was already over sixty when I came to Japan. He was only twenty."

Angers leaned forward slightly, gazing at his former student.

"Ah He, what do you think his ceiling is?"

Inuyama He fell silent again.

He had never seen Angers with such an expression.

In his memory, this teacher was always picky, harsh, and the most difficult tyrant to please in the world.

He was stingy with any praise, but now he was using an almost ostentatious appreciation to evaluate another young man.

Inuyama He's mind raced as he listed out all the young geniuses he knew.

However, even Genjiro, who was hailed as the future of the Snake Clan, paled in comparison to Cheng Sui's talent.

After a moment, Inuyama He could only slowly shake his head.

He had never seen or imagined how far a young man like Cheng Sui could ultimately go.

"Ahe, do you know about Half-Blood Monarch?"

Perhaps it was the aftereffects of the sake taking effect, or perhaps the joy of reuniting after a long separation had eased their guard, but their enthusiasm for chatting was exceptionally high.

A faint blush rose on his cheeks, but his eyes shone even brighter.

Inuyama He shook his head; the term was completely foreign to him.

"There are records of this in the ancient texts of the Secret Society," Angers said, lowering his voice and adding a touch of mystery. "There was once a hybrid who was able to walk all the way to the end of the Dragon Clan's path to godhood."

He looked intently into Inuyama He's eyes.

"And that hybrid eventually became a being capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with the first-generation Dragon King."

"The Secret Society refers to this person as the Hybrid Monarch."

"Some say that it was this king who led humanity to kill Nidhogg, the Black King, for the first time."

Inuyama He didn't know why Angers would suddenly bring up this ancient legend.

He just listened quietly, like a student attentively listening to a teacher's lecture.

"Cheng Sui, he may be the only exception in the world of mixed-race people."

Angers' voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"A born mixed-race monarch."

"If a world of hybrids could produce someone with combat power comparable to a Dragon King, Ahe, do you know what that means?"

The scorching heat hit me.

Inuyama Heneng could clearly feel that a flame was burning in his teacher's chest, a flame of revenge powerful enough to incinerate the entire world.

"Teacher, you seem a little drunk," Inuyama He said in a low voice.

He was trying to remind Angers in this way that what they were talking about had gone far beyond the boundaries of safety.

Angers ignored Inuyama He's advice.

He slammed his wine glass down on the table, the crisp clinking sound echoing in the quiet Japanese-style room.

"This means that the situation where mixed-race people have always been on the defensive will be completely rewritten by Cheng Sui alone."

"We can take the initiative."

"We can—actively hunt the Dragon King!"

Angers spoke with excitement in every word. Although he was extremely satisfied with Cheng Sui's performance in Japan and seemed to have lost his composure, he remained clear-headed.

He did not reveal Lu Mingfei's existence.

That was his last trump card, and the most crucial part of this insane plan. He couldn't reveal it to anyone, not even his students.

Looking at Angers, Inuyama He felt a chill run down his spine.

He had known for a long time that his teacher harbored a deep-seated hatred for the dragon race, but he never imagined that such a hatred was backed by such a grand ambition.

"What if Cheng Suijun doesn't want to slay the dragon? What will you do then, teacher?" Inuyama He couldn't help but ask.

Angers' smile grew even brighter.

He picked up the bottle again and poured himself a full glass of sake, the liquid overflowing the rim due to the slight tremor in his hand.

"No, it won't." He looked at the swirling liquid in his glass and said softly. "He is my sharpest blade. And the only purpose of a blade is to kill the enemy, or to break on the way to kill the enemy."

These words sounded light and casual, but Inuyama He could smell the stench of blood.

Just as he was about to say something more, the paper sliding door of the Japanese-style room was violently pulled open with a "whoosh".

A man dressed as an official rushed in and knelt down at the door.

Inuyama He's brows furrowed instantly.

On such an important occasion as his meeting with Angers, these officials could not possibly barge in so rudely.

This is an enormous transgression. According to family rules, one must cut off their finger as an apology afterward.

The cadre was covered in cold sweat, beads of sweat sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto the tatami mat.

He glanced at Angers, who sat at the head of the table, his expression conflicted, his lips trembling, as if something of paramount importance had rendered him speechless.

"Speak quickly."

Inuyama He's voice turned cold.

"Family--the head of the family--"

The cadre's voice trembled so badly that it seemed as if he had used up all his strength.

"The patriarch—has been assassinated!"

He abruptly stood up from the prayer mat, looking down at the cadre kneeling on the ground, his anger and horror intertwined.

"Outrageous! Was this done by the Ghost Clan?!"

This was the first thought that flashed through his mind.

Only a group of lunatics would dare to do something so audacious.

However, the department did not answer immediately.

He glanced out of the corner of his eye at Angers, who had remained seated calmly the entire time, his expression growing increasingly conflicted and fearful.

Inuyama He noticed the unusual silence.

An ominous premonition began to grow wildly in his heart.

"explain!"

"yes----"

The cadre closed his eyes, as if resigned to his fate, and shouted out in a hoarse voice.

"It's Cheng Sui!"

Inuyama He's expression froze, eventually turning into complete bewilderment.

He slowly turned his head to look at Angers.

The man he regarded as his teacher showed no surprise at that moment.

Angers shrugged indifferently and spread his hands.

"This has nothing to do with me."

"I guess this was something that the kid did on a whim."