He is currently in the Dragon Clan and has married Erii.

"Little guy, you've smashed your own weapons, what are you going to use to fight me now?" Beowulf still didn't realize the seriousness of the situation!

“Foolish fellow…” The Night Watchman, who was watching the battle, stared wide-eyed as if he had seen something unbelievable, and murmured in a low voice.

"How could that old bastard Angers have given this thing to Tang Yu! I never paid attention before... Could Tang Yu have a grudge against him?!"

"Vice Principal, what are you surprised about? Does 'that thing' refer to the long sword in Tang Yu's hand?" Guderian asked with a "dumb" look on his face.

"Yes, that's it!" The Night Watchman took a deep breath, feeling his heart pounding uncontrollably. He felt as if he were seeing the most terrifying thing in the world.

"What's the story behind that knife? I always thought it was a masterpiece produced by the Equipment Department!"

"Could those idiots in the Equipment Department even build a weapon of this caliber?" The Night Watchman scoffed.

"Do you remember the mission where you crippled Schneider?" The Night Watchman didn't answer Guderian, but instead posed a question that seemed completely unrelated to the sword.

“Of course I remember!” Guderian’s face showed a hint of sadness. “That time, Schneider’s squad was wiped out. Schneider, who was in command, was seriously injured. Of the squad members, only Fingel survived and returned to the academy! Vice Principal, what exactly are you trying to say?”

"You mean that knife! That knife was the only thing Schneider's team brought back from that mission!"

The Night Watchman paused, then continued, "The record of that sword appears in the 'Table of the Bronze Pillars of the Frozen Sea'! The ancient dragons called that sword 'The Blade of Rebellion Against the Gods,' and the sinful dragon Isca once wielded this sword and ripped a huge hole in the Black King's belly!"

"Is that knife really that powerful?" Guderian's eyes widened. "If that knife is so powerful, what are you worried about? That knife can even wound the Black King, so cutting Beowulf would be as easy as slicing melons and vegetables, wouldn't it?"

"Of course, Tang Yu is the one who's worried! Although that sword possesses unparalleled power, it can corrupt the user's will."

"An ancient book unearthed in ancient Egypt mentions a great dragon slayer, and the weapon that dragon slayer used is the very sword that Tang Yu is holding now!"

"That dragon slayer once used the 'God-Defying Blade' to kill countless dragons, but in the end... he was corrupted by that blade and turned into a monster that only knew how to kill!"

"Is it that serious? Then make Tang Yu throw the knife away right away! I don't want my precious student to go crazy!"

"Throw your head away, my foot!" The Night Watchman rolled his eyes again. "If Tang Yu throws away his sword, who will fight Beowulf? Are you going?"

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196 The Wrath of the Gods

"I'll go! What are you afraid of? He's just a big, simple-minded idiot! With my intelligence, dealing with him is as easy as playing with a chick!" Guderian felt that he was being underestimated.

"Just shut up already! I'm afraid your old arms and legs can't even withstand one slap from Beowulf..."

The Night Watchman paused. "As for the sword... there's no use worrying about it now. Let's just quietly watch how Tang Yu utterly crushes Belwoof! 'The Blade of the Rebel God,' those who use it will know!"

The Night Watchmen seemed very confident that Tang Yu would win this battle.

"Your sword... looks a bit dangerous!" For the first time since the start of the battle, Beowulf showed a serious expression.

“It is indeed quite dangerous! Then, Mr. Beowulf, you should be careful!” Tang Yu’s gaze darkened slightly, and he squatted down slightly, his leg muscles bursting with terrifying power.

This force propelled Tang Yu forward a great distance, leaving spiderweb-like cracks on the ground.

Faced with this attack, Beowulf dared not be careless. He quickly held the giant sword horizontally in front of him, intending to use his own strength to withstand Tang Yu's attack.

The two legendary weapons clashed, sparks flew, and a thunderous roar echoed across the battlefield.

"Hiss... This kid's pretty strong!" After exchanging more than a dozen rounds of offense and defense, Beowulf leaned on his sword with one hand and squatted on the ground, panting heavily. His eyes were filled with undisguised admiration as he looked at Tang Yu.

"Little guy, are you really not going to consider joining the Council of Elders and writing a new order for this world with us?" Beowulf stared intently at Tang Yu.

"Has anyone ever told you... that your talk-no-jutsu skills are terrible?" Tang Yu, also panting heavily, rejected Beowulf's suggestion without hesitation.

"So there's no room for negotiation?"

"Of course there's nothing to discuss!"

"Then stop wasting time and get your swords ready to fight!"

The sword and the blade clashed once more.

……

The human body ultimately has its limits!

Even though Beowulf possesses a body far stronger than that of ordinary people, his physical strength still has a limit!

Even when facing Tang Yu, who had evolved into a pure-blooded dragon and whose stamina was almost inexhaustible, Beowulf still seemed somewhat powerless.

"Little monster, is your stamina limitless?" Beowulf's eyes revealed a hint of fatigue.

"Almost there! So, do you want to surrender?" Tang Yu did not rush to attack, but instead tried to persuade Beowulf to surrender.

Beowulf is an extremely pure dragon slayer, and if possible, Tang Yu would really like to bring him to his side.

"Haha, are you kidding me? Men of the Beowulf family would rather die fighting than surrender!"

Beowulf was now completely exhausted; he was breathing heavily, and his heart was pounding like an overloaded motor.

The excess oxygen he inhaled gave Beowulf's body, which was already nearing its limit, a renewed burst of strength.

"I'll stake the honor of the Beowulf family!" Belwoof raised the giant's sword high, his grayish-blue pupils gleaming with golden light, which eventually turned into a demonic crimson gold.

The dragon blood was boiling continuously, and Beowulf's already severely dragonified body was now even closer to that of a pure-blooded dragon.

The fine, smooth, grayish-white scales on Beowulf's body gradually deepened in color, eventually acquiring a luster resembling black iron.

With the enhancement of scale defense, the power of Word Spirit O-Hegemony has also risen to a new level.

Beowulf is now... ridiculously strong!

Beowulf lunged at Tang Yu in a flash, his human intelligence vanishing from his pupils, replaced by a chaotic and violent light!

Beowulf's giant sword slashed fiercely toward Tang Yu's face. The sound of the blade cutting through the air was as chilling as the roar of death.

Tang Yu instinctively raised the Abyss Fury in front of him, using all his strength to barely block Beowulf's powerful attack.

Beowulf has now undergone a complete transformation. In terms of strength alone, he has far surpassed Tang Yu, who is a pure-blooded dragon.

How is this possible? It's absolutely outrageous!

"What kind of power is this?" Tang Yu asked softly, squinting his eyes.

However, Beowulf did not answer him. Having unleashed this power, Beowulf seemed to have lost his mind, and now he was more like a beast that only acted on instinct.

"Tang Yu, this is the inherited ability of the Beowulf family, called 'God's Wrath'!" The Night Watchman's voice echoed across the battlefield.

"'God's Wrath' will continuously erode the user's body. The user pays the price of their life in exchange for terrifying power! In the state of 'God's Wrath,' the user's physical attributes will continuously increase over time! At their strongest, even a sub-generation level dragon would not dare to go head-to-head with a member of the Belwuf family!"

"What should we do?" Tang Yu nimbly dodged Beowulf's slash and, taking advantage of the gap in the dodge, hurriedly sought a solution from the Night's Watch.

"One word: stall! The duration of 'God's Wrath' is usually five to ten minutes. If you can survive that time, you'll win!" The Night Watchman calmly offered his solution.

"Easier said than done!" Tang Yu curled his lip, his expression more serious than ever before.

Only one minute had passed since Beowulf unleashed "God's Wrath," but Beowulf's physical abilities had already reached a terrifying level.

Beowulf's body turned into a faint afterimage, and Tang Yu's vision couldn't even catch his movement!

Tang Yu could only rely on the instinctive intuition unique to dragons to judge the landing point of the attack, thus barely managing to defend himself.

However... there are limits to this intuition!

In the third minute, Tang Yu completely lost all ability to track Beowulf's movements.

*Pfft...*

The dull thud of a sharp weapon piercing flesh rang out, and the giant's sword, gleaming with a faint light, left a gruesome wound on Tang Yu's arm.

As a legendary alchemical weapon, the "Giant's Sword" naturally possesses special abilities targeting dragon bloodlines.

Ancient alchemical power surged within the wound on Tang Yu's arm, rendering the dragon race's prized regenerative speed useless at this moment.

“Ayu…”

Tang Yu's blood dripped down his arm and onto the ground, each drop testing the little monster's limits.

Erii, who had been watching the battle from the edge of the battlefield, suddenly stood up.

The innocent look on the little monster's face had vanished, replaced by a queen-like indifference and majesty.

Syllables incomprehensible to humans were uttered from Erii's mouth, and the domain of the Word of Judgment quickly covered the entire battlefield.

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197 The Death of Beowulf

Except for the small area where Tang Yu stood, which was unaffected by the trial, the rest of the battlefield was subjected to a carpet bombing by the "trial".

The entire battlefield was instantly reduced to a mess.

Under such intense bombardment, even someone as fast as Beowulf could not dodge all the attacks.

The power of judgment struck Beowulf heavily, leaving marks on his already irrational, bluish-black scales.

The attack of "Judgment" failed to break through the defenses!

"Hoohoho..."

Erii's attack successfully drew Beowulf's hatred to herself.

Beowulf abandoned his attack on Tang Yu and instead charged towards Erii.

Erii had absolutely no ability to detect Beowulf's movements! The little monster could only watch helplessly as deep dents appeared on the ground in front of it... those were the footprints left by Beowulf as he moved forward at high speed!

"Damn it!" The Night Watchman grabbed Erii and pulled her behind him.

Words of Power, Commandments!

The power of the Commandments was fully unleashed, but it had no real effect; Beowulf's bloodline purity was higher than that of the Night's Watch! The Commandments failed!

Beowulf's rapidly advancing figure paused only briefly before disappearing into afterimages once more.

"There's no escaping it!" The Night Watchman felt a chill in his heart, and a faint sadness welled up within him.

Who would have thought that after such a legendary life, he would die in this godforsaken place!

“Guderian, go back and tell my good son that I love him…” the Night’s Watchman said in a low voice.

Sitting idly by and waiting for death is not his style; the Night's Watch is about to unleash his life-or-death skills!

……

"Iska, Iska! Wake up, come out and think of a solution!"

Given the current situation, Tang Yu alone could not handle it, so he decisively woke up Iska, who was sleeping.