Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

"The magic of sleep," Frilian whispered the incantation, and the security guard drifted into a sweet dream.

Chu Zihang watched Frilian's smooth and skillful maneuvers, wanting to say something but holding back.

The office workers in the lobby screamed and crouched down. A female office worker wearing high heels was so panicked that her heel broke, and she fell forward.

The agent, dressed in a maid's outfit, strode forward, steadied her with one hand, and forced a "gentle" smile onto his rugged face: "Be careful, ma'am."

The female office worker looked at the face with rosy cheeks and arms thicker than her waist, her eyes rolled back, and she fainted.

"Control the elevators and staircases!" the team leader commanded, punching the security captain who tried to resist unconscious. "The rest of you stay put. We're just robbing, we won't hurt anyone!"

The specialists quickly took control of all entrances and exits, their actions were professional; in fact, they had done this before, being former Marines.

Chu Zihang and Frilian seized the opportunity to slip into the elevator and press the button for the top floor.

As the elevator ascended, Chu Zihang tore open the express delivery box and took out the village rain wrapped in foam.

Upon reaching the top floor, Chu Zihang strode towards the rooftop. He secured the rope to the railing, tying the other end around his waist.

"What is this for?" Frilian asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Forced landing," Chu Zihang said, preparing to tie a rope around Frillie's neck.

"No need, I'll just use wind magic." The wind carried Frilian slowly downwards.

Chu Zihang jumped without hesitation. The free fall made his blood rush to his head, and the wind howled in his ears.

Just as he was about to pass the twenty-first floor, Chu Zihang tightened the rope, his body drawing an arc in the air before his feet slammed heavily onto the glass exterior wall.

"Hey! Two people jumped off the building!" In the office on the 21st floor, a young man with dyed yellow hair shouted in terror, pointing out the window.

More than a dozen thugs wielding sticks turned their heads at the same time. A dark figure was hanging upside down outside the window like a bat, and a silver-haired girl was standing in mid-air.

The glass cleaning suspension bridge, brought in by the school's public works department, was moved from the other side of the building and stopped outside the window on the 21st floor.

Chu Zihang untied the rope around his waist and landed on the suspension bridge.

Frillie drew her wand and aimed it at the tempered glass. "Fragile Magic."

"Snapped!"

The entire glass wall was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and then shattered. Chu Zihang leaped into the room amidst the rain of glass shards.

"Who goes there?!" The thugs finally realized what was happening and grabbed their weapons.

"How so?" Frilian wondered what kind of weak magic could be used on ordinary people.

Chu Zihang adjusted his breathing and assumed a Tai Chi starting stance. "I'll handle them. You keep an eye on your surroundings."

The first thug rushed up and swung a steel pipe at his head. Chu Zihang drew a circle with his left hand, deftly parrying the attack, and struck the thug's armpit with his right palm.

The thug groaned, his entire arm went numb, and the steel pipe clattered to the ground.

"Attack together!" shouted the blond-haired henchman.

Chu Zihang moved like a dragon, weaving through the crowd. His Tai Chi push hands deflected each attack, occasionally interspersed with the powerful force of Bajiquan.

A burly man weighing at least 200 pounds was sent flying by the force of the blow, crashing into the desk.

"This guy knows kung fu!" someone shouted in alarm.

Chu Zihang avoided vital points with every move, aiming only to subdue the target.

A thug attacked from behind, but he seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. He ducked to avoid the blow and then delivered a backhand elbow strike to the thug's ribs, causing the thug to curl up on the ground in pain.

The office was a mess, with people constantly collapsing and being replaced by others.

Chu Zihang's breathing remained steady, his black trench coat fluttering in the wind during the fight. He never drew his sword, Murasame, to draw blood; instead, he used it primarily as a tool for parrying.

"Damn it, is this guy a monster?" The three remaining thugs stood back to back, their faces filled with terror.

Chu Zihang shook his slightly numb wrist: "You can choose to surrender."

His response was three pistols drawn simultaneously.

"Hmm?" Frillian raised her wand, arcs of electricity shooting from its tip, striking the wrist of the gun-wielding man, sending the pistols crashing to the ground.

"Ah! My hand!" the thugs screamed, clutching their wrists.

Chu Zihang gave them no chance to catch their breath. He darted forward and delivered three consecutive chop blows to their necks. The three thugs collapsed to the ground like puppets with broken strings.

There wasn't a single person standing on the entire 21st floor.

Chu Zihang straightened his collar and walked towards the door at the end of the street that was marked "General Manager's Office".

Behind the door, Tang Wei watched everything through the monitor screen, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

He pressed a hidden button on the table, and a secret compartment under the desk slowly opened, revealing a pistol.

"Damn it! Where did this assassin come from!" Tang Wei gritted his teeth.

Chapter 49 Jun Yan

All three elevators on the 21st floor dinged, and six masked men stepped out of each one. They were as silent as ghosts, each with a snake tattoo on their wrist.

A faint, ethereal female voice echoed in their ears, like an ancient ballad. Fine beads of blood seeped from the skin of the masked people, their muscles swelled at a visible speed, and their heartbeats roared like war drums.

“Word of Power No. 28, Servant of the King. In ancient times, the dragon race used this Word of Power to strengthen the hybrids who followed them,” Frilian said in a low voice.

Chu Zihang's grip on the knife tightened slightly. He had miscalculated; he hadn't expected there to be a hybrid here capable of group enhancement. Fortunately, he also had Frillie on his side, who could enhance her teammates.

The masked men brandished their weapons: triangular bayonets, kukri knives, and short swords with barbs—all deadly weapons.

They split up and approached Chu Zihang and Frilian.

A tall, dark figure flashed past the suspension bridge outside the window. "Chu Zihang from Shilan Middle School, and Frillie too??"

The voice sounded somewhat surprised, as if it hadn't expected Frillie to be there.

Frillie could vaguely guess who this person was, and her expression became somewhat subtle.

Before Chu Zihang could figure out who the voice belonged to, the masked man in the front row launched an attack.

Three military daggers were thrust at his throat, heart, and abdomen, moving so fast they almost left afterimages. Murasame parried two of the daggers, and Chu Zihang dodged the third by sidestepping.

A burly man, over two meters tall, swung a chain hammer at Chu Zihang. Chu Zihang barely dodged, but the hammer grazed his shoulder and struck a pillar behind him, sending fragments flying.

"Clang!" A curved blade slashed down menacingly.

Chu Zihang rolled away to avoid the attack, and the blade left a deep gash where he had just stood.

Each of these enhanced enemies possesses physical attributes approaching those of a C-rank hybrid, and they work together seamlessly.

"Retreat," Frilian chanted, and her staff unleashed a shockwave that forced the masked man back.

Chu Zihang made a decisive move and leaped onto the suspension bridge.

"Beep beep," a timer hanging on the suspension bridge, its red numbers counting down:

3, 2.

"boom!"

The suspension bridge collapsed, and Chu Zihang lost his support, beginning to fall. At a height of over ninety meters, even a hybrid would be reduced to a pile of minced meat upon impact.

The dragon blood within him began to boil, awakening an ancient and dangerous power. "Blood Burst."

This forbidden technique was found by Chu Zihang from the remaining materials of the Lionheart Society. It involves artificially increasing the purity of one's bloodline to obtain a brief burst of power.

The price is accelerated degeneration; a slight misstep could turn him into a Deadpool. But now, Chu Zihang has no other choice.

"Don't use it." Frilian hovered in the air, using a gentle breeze to support Chu Zihang, slowing his descent and preventing him from using Blood Explosion.

"The magic of body strengthening."

Time seemed to slow down in Chu Zihang's eyes. He adjusted his posture and stomped heavily on a piece of suspension bridge debris.

The rain of the village was drawn, piercing the exterior wall of the building.

With a "whoosh," the village rain left a long trail of sparks on the wall.

Below, the staff from the school's public affairs department stared in disbelief as the wreckage of the suspension bridge crashed to the ground with a deafening roar.

"Where are Chu Zihang and Frilian?" the burly man in the maid outfit asked, his voice trembling.

“There it is!” the team leader pointed to the exterior wall of the building.

Chu Zihang ran up the almost vertical wall in a way that defied the laws of physics. With the help of Frilian's magic, every muscle in him released astonishing energy, and his golden eyes left two dazzling beams of light in the night.

At the gap on the 21st floor, masked people peered down.

The moment Chu Zihang landed at the edge of the gap, the power of the Word of Power surged within him, and he took a deep breath.

"Jun Yan!"

The blazing flames burst forth, like the breath of a dragon from mythology.

The first three masked men were vaporized before they could even scream. The enemies behind them hurriedly retreated, but the flames chased after them as if they were alive.

The 21st floor instantly turned into a furnace, with computers, documents, and office furniture burning under the high temperature.

Although the enhanced masked figures possessed resistance far exceeding that of ordinary people, they were still as fragile as paper before this level of incantation. Several masked figures who attempted to pounce were engulfed by flames, transforming into humanoid torches.

Chu Zihang did not stop; the village rain flickered in the firelight.

As the last masked man fell, Chu Zihang heard rustling footsteps. The pace was neither hurried nor slow, as if they were taking a stroll.

"A brilliant teamwork." The girl, completely wrapped in black cloth, slowly walked up to the 21st floor. She was wearing old Beijing cloth shoes, and her face was covered by a black veil, revealing only a pair of golden pupils.

Blue and white electricity crackled and popped between his slender fingers.

Chu Zihang's muscles tensed instantly, and every hair on his body stood on end.

"Word of Power: Azure Thunder Domination," the girl said, raising her hand. "Let me see your limits."

Blue-white electric snakes shot out from his fingertips, instantly traversing a distance of ten meters, and the high-voltage current was directly introduced into his body.

An ordinary person would suffer immediate cardiac arrest under such voltage, but Chu Zihang, under the enhancement of magic, withstood it. His golden eyes burned even brighter, preparing to unleash the next wave of Sovereign Flame.

The girl was somewhat surprised: "Not bloodline enhancement?"

Frillie maintained her enhancement magic while scrutinizing the girl. Yes, she was indeed the girl.

Chu Zihang, enduring the numbness in his muscles, charged forward, his sword aimed straight for the girl's throat.

"Clang!"