Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

ten meters.

The bikers panicked and tried to fire, but their guns were either knocked away, damaged, or lost their aim due to their panic. Only a few guns managed to fire, and the buckshot bullets dented the Viper's vehicle, but caused no fatal damage.

five meters.

Caesar jerked the steering wheel. The Viper swerved sideways with an exaggerated tail-spin, the car spinning on the slippery road, the tires screeching.

Just as the vehicle veered sideways, Caesar grabbed the MP7 from inside the car and used the barrel to block the accelerator pedal. He then used a short-barreled shotgun to jam the steering wheel.

Then, he unbuckled his seatbelt and rolled forward.

He stood up on the hood of the Viper.

The torrential rain lashed him, and the fierce wind whipped his blond hair. His eyes shone with a dazzling gold, like molten gold—a sign that his bloodline had been fully activated.

The Lionheart Society's refined bloodline technique once resulted in a bloodlust that was extremely potent.

Caesar's strength, speed, and reflexes reached their limits in an instant. He drew two Beretta rifles from his waist, firing them with both hands, the muzzles spitting deadly flames.

The bullets accurately struck the bikers who were still trying to raise their guns. Not to kill, but to wound—hit their hands, legs, and shoulders—to incapacitate them.

The biker gang members screamed and fell to the ground, their formation thrown into chaos.

The monkey-faced man retreated in terror atop the truck. He had finally felt fear, that instinctive fear of facing a truly powerful opponent.

But Caesar didn't look at him. Caesar raised his head and looked at the rooftop, at the girl teetering in the flames.

"Jump down!" Caesar roared with all his might, his voice drowning out the howling rain and flames. "I'm coming for you!"

He was illuminated by the firelight, his golden hair fluttering in the wind. Bullets whizzed past him, but none struck him. He was like a knight destined to save you; curses and swords could not penetrate his golden armor, and nothing in the world could stop his glorious march.

Because it was destined.

Everything has been written in a book that no one in the world can read.

I once hoped he would arrive riding a white horse, but he drove a Viper sports car. I once hoped he would arrive with sunshine, but he was as dazzling as a supernova exploding in the sky.

At that moment, I suddenly felt no fear.

She looked down at the golden figure, at those eyes that seemed to flow with molten gold, at the man who stood firm amidst the hail of bullets.

She believed him.

She stood barefoot on the edge of the rooftop. Then, she opened her arms and closed her eyes.

Let your body fall due to gravity.

down.

Towards that person.

She turned to the man who said he would take her to school.

Towards that light.

Chapter 547 The Miracle Created by Zero Time - Asou Makoto

He really fell from the 30-meter-high rooftop.

Her body traced a poignant arc in the night sky, a mix of torrential rain and flames, her red cheongsam fluttering in the wind like a withered cherry blossom. Time seemed to stretch out infinitely at that moment, each frame so clear it was heart-wrenching. Her eyes were closed, her expression serene, almost peaceful, as if she were not falling into death, but rather seeking a warm embrace.

Caesar's pupils contracted.

He had calculated the distance, speed, and angle. With his stamina and reflexes after the blood rush, he was 70% confident he could catch her before she actually landed. Even if he missed, he could use his own body as a buffer to minimize the impact.

But reality is always crueler than calculation.

Just as he was about to fall, a biker gang member rushed out from behind the truck on the side. He was terrified and started firing wildly in Caesar's direction with a shotgun.

"boom!"

Dozens of buckshot lead pellets were launched in a fan shape. Caesar instinctively dodged to the side—a combat instinct, a reaction ingrained in his bones after countless trials. He avoided the deadly lead pellets, but that momentary delay cost him his optimal position.

The actual trajectory of the fall remained unchanged, but Caesar's position shifted by half a meter.

Half a meter.

Normally, this is just a short distance. But at this moment, it is an insurmountable chasm between life and death.

Caesar lunged forward, his arms outstretched to their limit, his fingers almost touching the hem of Zhen's clothes. He could even smell the faint sandalwood scent—Zhen's scent, mixed with the charred smell of flames and the freshness of rain.

Almost there.

Real fingertips slid across his fingertips.

Caesar's eyes widened. He saw the calm expression on her face, the slight upturn of her lips, and the water droplets clinging to her eyelashes—he couldn't tell if they were rain or tears.

Then, she continued to fall.

It is 15 meters above the ground.

ten meters.

five meters.

Caesar's mind went blank. He heard himself let out a beastly growl, a roar of despair, resentment, and rage. He tried to lunge forward again, but his body lost its balance due to inertia, and he staggered forward.

That's too late.

Everything is coming to an end.

Real life will turn into a blinding red puddle on the ground in the next second.

He will forever bear the burden of this failure, this slip-up, this irreparable mistake.

But at this very moment—

The world has slowed down.

No, it's not slowing down, it's almost stopped.

Raindrops hovered in mid-air, each one clearly visible, like a crystal beaded curtain frozen in place by an invisible force. The dance of flames slowed, the tongues of fire licking the night sky inch by inch, like a slow-motion film reel. Bullets spun in the air, their lead pellets tracing distorted arcs.

The flow of time has slowed down by fifty times.

Lu Mingfei stood in the rain, his eyes gleaming with a metallic light. His hair stood on end slightly due to the activation of his bloodline, veins bulged beneath his skin, and his muscles trembled from the strain.

It caused a sudden bloodbath.

Time is zero, unleash your full potential.

This was the first time Lu Mingfei had slowed the flow of time to fifty times. Previously, he could only maintain a deceleration of twenty times at most, and for a very short time. Fifty times meant that his brain had to process information at fifty times the speed, and his body had to consume energy at fifty times the speed.

But he had no choice.

I really can't die.

Caesar cannot fail.

He has to do it.

In that almost frozen moment, Lu Mingfei moved with lightning speed. Each step he took created slowly spreading ripples on the puddled ground. He passed through the suspended rain curtain, through the slowly flying sparks, and through the bullets frozen in mid-air.

He rushed down to the very bottom.

Time continued to flow slowly. Zhen was still two meters above the ground, her body slowly spinning in the air, the hem of her cheongsam unfolding like flower petals.

Lu Mingfei reached out his hand.

He hugged Zhen.

A soft, warm, still-living body. The scent of sandalwood wafted over, mingled with the acrid smoke of flames and the freshness of rain. A real heartbeat, faint yet firm, traveled through the thin cheongsam to his palm.

Lu Mingfei, holding Zhen, rolled to the side.

His movements weren't fast; with fifty times the time deceleration, his speed was actually too fast for the naked eye to perceive. But in a relative sense, his movements were slow, precise, and calculated.

Lu Mingfei avoided the hardest parts of the ground, the scattered glass shards, and the burning debris.

Then, he deactivated time zero.

Time resumes flow rate.

"boom!"

Raindrops fell again, flames danced wildly again, and bullets whistled once more.

Lu Mingfei, holding Zhen, rolled three times on the ground before finally coming to a stop by crashing into the door of an abandoned sports car. The impact made him groan, and a sharp pain shot through his back, but Zhen in his arms was unharmed.

Caesar finally regained his balance. He turned around and saw Zhen in Lu Mingfei's arms, and those open, still bewildered eyes.

He's still alive.

Caesar could hardly believe his eyes. He clearly saw her fingertips slide past his own, clearly saw her continue falling, clearly saw her only a few meters from the ground.

Then, Lu Mingfei appeared.

Like a ray of light, like a gust of wind, like a miracle itself.

Lu Mingfei looked up and met Caesar's gaze. His face was frighteningly pale, sweat mixed with rainwater streamed down his forehead, and his breathing was rapid, as if he had just finished a marathon. His eyes still shone with gold, but the light had dimmed considerably.

"Boss," Lu Mingfei said, his voice hoarse, "take it, take it."

Caesar rushed over immediately. He took Zhen from Lu Mingfei's arms with the gentleness of a fragile piece of porcelain. Zhen looked at Caesar blankly, then at Lu Mingfei, seemingly still not understanding what was happening.

"You," she opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a complete sound.

"Don't speak," Caesar whispered. "It's alright."

He held Zhen in his arms, using his own body to shield her from any incoming bullets. Then, he turned around and stood back-to-back behind Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei struggled to his feet. His legs were trembling, and his arms were spasming from the exertion. Continuously using Time Zero, especially slowing the flow rate to fifty times, had placed a tremendous strain on his stamina. Even with the significant physical enhancement from the Blood Explosion, he had reached his limit.

But he couldn't fall, because the biker gangs around him had already reorganized.

Although Lu Mingfei had just shot down many guns and Caesar had wounded many, the Red Guard still had dozens of members who were still capable of fighting. They recovered from their initial shock and raised their guns again—those that were still usable.

The monkey-faced man climbed up from the top of the truck. He had been so frightened by Caesar's shooting that he had ducked and hidden, but now that the situation seemed to be back under control, he had regained his arrogant demeanor.

"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!" The monkey-faced man clapped his hands, his voice particularly jarring in the rainy night. "S-rank Time Zero, First-degree Blood Explosion! Is this the elite of Kassel College? Is this the Lu Mingfei that the lord warned us to be careful of?"

He pushed up his sunglasses, his gaze sweeping over Lu Mingfei: "But it seems you've reached your limit. Using Words of Power continuously, especially at this level, must be exhausting, right? The burden of your bloodline must be heavy, right?"

Lu Mingfei didn't answer. He just gasped for breath, forcing himself to stand firm. Rain lashed his face, blurring his vision, but he dared not blink, dared not let his guard down.

The monkey-faced man is right. He's reached his limit.