Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

"boom--!"

In an instant, a strong wind blew up, and a blazing golden-red flame burst out from Ye Fan's blade. However, it was not scattered flames, but dozens of flaming blades condensed like substance.

Each one is as thin as a cicada's wing, yet sharp enough to cut through steel!

They swept out in a fan shape, and wherever they passed, the air was distorted by the high temperature and emitted a sharp whistle.

Lu Mingfei instinctively fell to the ground with his head in his hands, and a teeth-grinding cutting sound came to his ears - that was not the sound of burning flames, but the sharp sound of a blade cutting through rock!

He looked up in horror and saw a huge rock half a man's height silently cracking when the flaming blade passed by. The cross-section was as smooth as a mirror, and it was completely vaporized by the subsequent flame flow before it could even break into pieces.

Shrubs, thorns, jagged rock corners...

All the protruding objects were reduced to ashes in the golden blade light, and the top of the mountain seemed to have been cut off by an invisible giant sword!

The strong wind, carrying gravel and burning ashes, whistled past Lu Mingfei's head. He closed his eyes tightly, his skin burning painfully from the heat wave.

When the shaking finally stopped, he trembled and stood up. The scene before him made him completely frozen in place -

Chapter 34 Start training

The top of the mountain, which is over a hundred square meters, is now as smooth as if it had been stroked by the palm of a god.

All the rugged traces disappeared, replaced by a "ground" with a glazed luster.

It was a glassy surface formed by the rock being instantly melted by high temperature and then solidified. There was still dark red magma at the edge that was slowly cooling down, making a slight "sizzling" sound.

The night wind blew by, bringing up wisps of tiny sparks, like countless fireflies dancing on the scorched earth.

Ye Fan stood in the center of this artificial "mirror", with his two swords hanging down and wisps of white smoke still coming out of the corners of his clothes.

The moonlight poured down, giving him a silver-blue outline. His pupils, like molten gold, had not yet completely extinguished, as if two shrunken suns were sinking in his eyes.

Lu Mingfei's throat was dry.

At this moment, he clearly realized that the man in front of him who was wielding a knife to flatten the top of the mountain was simply beyond the scope of human comprehension.

Those flaming blades were not produced by brute force, but by terrifyingly precise control. Each one just passed over the spot where he was lying, without even touching the corner of his clothes.

Ye Fan used a force strong enough to split mountains to create a flat training ground for him.

Just like when the gods made way for the ants, they chose to raise their hands and move the entire mountain.

Lu Mingfei didn't know what to say anymore. The scene before him was completely beyond his comprehension.

Even though he had seen a magnificent being like Odin, it was only a fleeting glimpse. The memory of his fight with him had long been erased by Lu Mingze and was not preserved.

Furthermore, as an SS-level royal hybrid, Ye Fan’s strength is indeed comparable to those incomplete dragon kings.

As long as the twins on the thrones have not completed the devouring and obtained complete power and authority, none of them can be Ye Fan's opponent.

After all, he is the only SS-rank hybrid with dual language spirits.

"Brother Fan, I have classes tomorrow!"

Lu Mingfei collapsed on the glazed ground, gasping for air like a dehydrated fish. "And humans need to sleep!"

Hearing Lu Mingfei's complaints, Ye Fan suddenly smiled, making Lu Mingfei shudder: "Who said we only have one night?"

The mountain wind suddenly froze.

Ming Fei widened his eyes and looked at a dead leaf hovering three inches in front of him. The dew condensed on the veins of the leaf reflected the moonlight, like a camera with the pause button pressed.

He reached out to touch it, but found that his movements had also become extremely slow, as if he was moving in water.

"Time Zero: Triple Extension."

Ye Fan's voice resonated with metal, and the gold in his pupils flowed like lava. "Three hours here is equivalent to only one hour in the outside world."

Lu Mingfei's breathing stopped.

He had seen the time-turner in Harry Potter, but the shock of witnessing time being distorted with his own eyes was far beyond his imagination.

The air became thick, and the moonlight was like stretched sugar threads. He could even see the trajectory of each floating dust particle.

"This... is an S-rank Word Spirit?"

Lu Mingfei's voice became low and slow, like the effect of an old tape recorder when it was low on power.

Although Ye Fan gave him the authority to move freely in time zero, his body obviously had not yet adapted.

Ye Fan walked in front of him, his movements so smooth that they formed a strange contrast with the stagnant environment around him.

He squatted down and pinched Lu Mingfei's chin with two fingers. "The May Day holiday is five days long. Multiply that by three and you get fifteen days of special training—enough for you to practice the basics of swordsmanship until you have muscle memory."

"Fifteen days?!"

"I'm going to die suddenly!"

Lu Mingfei wanted to jump up. Under the violent emotional fluctuations, his body perfectly adapted to the world within time zero.

"rest assured."

Ye Fan pulled a medical kit from his backpack. "Four hours of high-intensity training, eight hours of sleep. I've calculated all the nutritional requirements." He shook the nutritional supplements in the box. "Specially supplied by Kassel Academy. One bottle is enough for a whole day's meal."

"I got all of this from Uncle Chu. It's a special supply from the Executive Department of Kassel College. Even though those noble ladies don't like to drink this, we poor people can just make do with it."

"Ah this..."

The corners of Lu Mingfei's mouth stiffened.

He originally wanted to go eat or take a nap to buy himself some rest time.

But now it seems that Ye Fan had already planned the next training arrangements for him long before that.

We also fully considered his laziness and found a backup plan in advance to deal with any excuses he might find.

Damn it, there's someone who cares about me so much, but why can't I be happy at all?!

As expected, if it’s this kind of concern for my studies, I don’t need it!!

Although he thought so in his heart, Lu Mingfei certainly couldn't show it openly. The scene of Ye Fan chopping the mountain top with his sword was still deeply engraved in his mind.

So Lu Mingfei had to think of other ways.

Lu Mingfei seemed to suddenly remember something: "Brother Chu said that using the Word Spirit will consume..."

"Chu Zihang would become exhausted when using Jun Yan because he only knows how to use brute force."

Ye Fan interrupted him, and a cluster of golden-red flames suddenly shot out from his fingertips:

"Just using the word spirit of Junyan, I can compress the flame into a blade, consuming less than a tenth of it." The flames died with a puff. "The same goes for Time Zero—the consumption of triple extension is as easy as breathing for me."

Lu Mingfei swallowed his saliva.

In the moonlight, Ye Fan's profile looked like a Greek sculpture, but his eyes like molten gold clearly belonged to some more ancient predator.

"Now, choose your weapon."

Ye Fan kicked the cloth bag on the ground, and six cold weapons slid across the glass floor with a harsh sound. "Chinese swords are good at stabbing, Japanese swords are good at chopping, and Western swords..."

"Then I'd better try the Tang Dao first. After all, it's something from our great China."

While talking nonsense, Lu Mingfei picked up the Tang sword on the ground.

After finally standing up, he couldn't help but look at the night scene in front of him.

The mountain wind still seemed sticky in the realm of time zero. Lu Mingfei watched a dead leaf floating past him at an incredibly slow speed, like a slow motion shot in a movie.

He reached out to touch it, but found that his movements were much slower than usual.

"Don't be distracted."

Ye Fan's voice came from behind, but it seemed as if it was through a layer of frosted glass. "In the time zero, your nerve reflex speed will also be affected. After a while, you will completely adapt."

"Now, pick up that Tang sword."

Lu Mingfei turned around and saw Ye Fan standing in the center of the area that had been glazed by lava, holding a cold alloy sword in his hand.

The four weapons scattered on the ground reflected the cold moonlight.

"I, I never learned..."

Lu Mingfei stuttered, but still bent down and raised the Tang sword under Ye Fan's gaze.

The handle of the knife was cold and much heavier than he had imagined, and he almost slipped out of his hand.

"A typical Tang sword used by an adult male in combat weighs between 1.2 and 1.5 kilograms."

Ye Fan's voice suddenly became closer, and Lu Mingfei didn't even see how he moved. "This one is specially weighted to 2 kilograms, just to crush you."

Chapter 35 Sword Practice

"Could you please not be so considerate in such a strange place? And what's the point of deliberately making it worse?"

Lu Mingfei held the knife with both hands, and his arms began to tremble.

He suddenly remembered that even the badminton racket would become sore after swinging it for too long in physical education class. Now the knife seemed to be mocking his incompetence.

"Of course it's to make your training more effective. Stop talking nonsense and start training. Watch my form."

"First, the most basic knife-holding posture."

Ye Fan stood behind Lu Mingfei and put a hand on his shoulder. "Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent, and your center of gravity lowered—I'm not asking you to squat!"

Lu Mingfei's knees made a cracking sound under the heavy weight.

He gritted his teeth and adjusted his posture, but felt a sharp pain in his waist and back. Ye Fan's hands were like iron clamps, correcting every detail of his movements.

"Keep the tip of the knife pointed straight ahead, your wrist relaxed, and your elbows flat."

Ye Fan's voice was emotionless. "Remember, the sword is an extension of your arm, not an external burden."

Cold sweat broke out on Lu Mingfei's forehead.

His muscles were already protesting just from holding that position.

What's even more terrifying is that in the realm of time zero, every second of pain is stretched to an unbearable degree.

"Brother Fan... I can't hold on any longer..." Five minutes later, Lu Mingfei's voice was filled with tears. His arms felt like they were filled with lead, and the tip of the knife kept drooping.

Ye Fan sneered, suddenly pulled out the belt from his waist, and slapped Lu Mingfei on the thigh:

"Every time you fall, you have to practice for an extra ten minutes."