Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

Gunshots rang out again.

Ye Fan did not dodge or evade, and the bullets hit his exposed skin, making a sound of metal clashing.

The anesthetic needles snapped like toothpicks hitting titanium plates. He strolled forward, his Blood Drinker Sword wielding a wave of blood, and every time he swung it, a group of people fell.

He did not use any words. This was just a competition, and he would try his best to ensure the fairness of the competition.

Although there was no fairness in this game from the beginning.

"The seventh one."

Ye Fan dodged the attacking bayonet and knocked the attacker unconscious with the hilt of his sword: "By the way, haven't you students learned close combat?"

"Their response can no longer be described as poor. In some respects, they are even inferior to the best ordinary soldiers."

The answer he got was the hissing of a liquid nitrogen bomb.

In the white mist, three hooks suddenly entangled his limbs.

Ye Fan raised his eyebrows and found that the rope was flickering with the faint light of the alchemical matrix - these students actually used the equipment for dealing with dragons on him.

"pull!"

Following the command, ten strong men exerted their strength at the same time.

The floor tiles beneath Ye Fan's feet shattered with a loud bang. He tilted his head to look at the stretched rope and suddenly grinned: "Interesting."

The bronze luster surged along his veins.

With a teeth-grinding sound of metal breaking, the fine steel hooks broke one by one, and the students holding the ropes rolled into a ball like bowling pins.

Ye Fan's figure flashed in the crowd, and every time he appeared, it was accompanied by the crisp sound of bones dislocating.

Nine minutes and forty-seven seconds later, the last student union member fell under the Blood Drinker Sword.

Ye Fan shook off the non-existent bloodstains on the sword and turned to look at the Lionheart Society headquarters - Beowulf Selina was leaning against the door frame and clapping, her white hair fluttering in the wind like a battle flag.

"You're strong." She unbuttoned the top button of her uniform, revealing her fair collarbone. "Would you like to become the president of the Lionheart Society?"

Ye Fan picked up a student union badge on the ground with the tip of his sword: "Didn't I make it clear just now?"

The badge spun in the air before he crushed it. "I said I'm taking over 'this battlefield'. I don't consider us teammates."

Selina's golden eyes lit up instantly.

An exaggerated smile appeared on Leng Yan's face. She hadn't been so excited for a long time, and her spine trembled as if high voltage electricity was passing through it.

She likes this man very much!

Chapter 116 Ange's Invitation

All members of Beowulf's family, both men and women, yearn to be strong, including when choosing a partner. They all like partners who are stronger than themselves!

And an arrogant and invincible guy who challenged the entire battlefield as soon as he arrived at the school undoubtedly meets Selina's standards for choosing a partner!

The spear and dagger were unsheathed at the same time, and the arc of light drawn by the spear tip plowed a half-meter deep ditch on the ground.

"Second bloody burst!"

Her white hair turned silver-gray, and scaly patterns unique to dragons appeared at the corners of her eyes.

This was a forbidden technique passed down in Beowulf's family, the price being sanity and lifespan. But at this moment, Selina just wanted to have a good fight, just like her ancestors had fought dragons on the Arctic ice.

Ye Fan finally showed a serious expression.

The bloodline of the Bellowf family was of extremely high purity, and Selina's bloodline had reached the pinnacle of A-level. Coupled with the amplification of the second blood burst, her strength and speed surpassed that of ordinary S-level hybrids.

Barely qualified to withstand his attack.

He held the sword across his chest and took his first stance. When Selina turned into silver lightning and pounced on him, the Blooddrinking Sword suddenly vibrated like a dragon's roar.

The sparks from the collision of metal illuminated the intertwined figures of the two people.

Selina's spearmanship was fierce and cunning, each thrust aimed at joints and vital points; Ye Fan's sword moves were wide and wide, the bronze sword in his hands as light as a feather. During the thirteenth exchange, the sword suddenly changed direction and struck Selina on the back of the neck with its flat surface.

"you..."

Selina stumbled half a step, and her vision began to blur.

A body in a state of violent blood circulation should have ignored this kind of attack, but Ye Fan's strength was so strange that it seemed to act directly on the nerves.

"Go to sleep."

Ye Fan's voice suddenly became very gentle, "You fight much better than those losers."

Selina had a smile on her face as she fell.

As a member of Beowulf's family, defeat is not a shameful thing, just try your best.

When Ye Fan walked towards the last few members of the Lionheart Club, he suddenly smelled the familiar scent of cherry blossoms.

A girl in school uniform walked out from behind the cover, the Inuyama family crest faintly visible on her sleeves.

"Xiuhe?" Ye Fan lowered the tip of his sword slightly. "Why are you here at Kassel Academy?"

"My father sent me to study abroad in Kassel." Inuyama Hidekazu bowed, pushing back the hilt of his katana, Sakura Snow, with his thumb. "Please continue your guidance, Senior Brother Ye."

Her swordsmanship had improved a lot compared to a month ago, but after a few moves, Ye Fan still gently tapped her forehead with the hilt of the sword.

When the girl fell down, the sword fell to the ground with a clang, but there was a satisfied expression on her face.

The midday sun penetrated the smoke and shone on the "corpses" lying all over the place.

The school medical team's stretchers shuttled back and forth, like the Grim Reaper harvesting the battlefield. Ye Fan sheathed the Blood Drinker and took a deep breath of the air, which smelled of gunpowder and blood.

Fighting is fun!

In the attic, Vice Principal Flamel dropped the bottle in his hand to the ground.

"Damn it! This guy didn't even trigger the Discipline!" He stared at the scene in the crystal ball. "That means he didn't use the Word Spirit to amplify his power, but relied on pure physical strength!"

"Is this really S-rank? It feels even more perverted than you."

Felamel, whose bloodline also reached S-level, expressed disbelief. Even if he faced the entire Lionheart Society of students, he probably would not be able to gain any advantage.

Not to mention dealing with all the students of the Student Union and the Lionheart Society at the same time.

Ange cut his cigar slowly and methodically:

"I told you before, he's no ordinary S-rank."

As the tobacco lit up, a golden light flashed in the principal's eyes. "He is the God-killer we have been waiting for a hundred years!"

The moment the dormitory door was pushed open, Finkel was rolling up pasta with a fork, and greasy sauce was dripping onto his T-shirt with the words "S-Class Roommate Protection Association" printed on it.

The sturdy German guy's body stretched the entire T-shirt tight, as if it would burst at any time.

Seeing Ye Fan coming in, the German guy's fork froze in mid-air, and ketchup fell into the gap between the keyboard like drops of blood.

"Junior brother..." Finger's Adam's apple rolled, "The forum said you punched Caesar and sent him to the school hospital?"

Ye Fan threw off his blood-stained coat and fell on his back on the bed.

The moonlight filtered through the blinds, creating alternating stripes of light and dark on his face, making those golden eyes look even more inhuman.

He stared at the ceiling for three seconds, then suddenly reached out and snatched the last piece of steak from Fingle's lunch box.

Anyway, these dinners were bought with his money as a reward for Finkel keeping the dormitory clean at all times.

"That guy is pretty good." Ye Fan chewed the medium-rare beef, "He can withstand 20% of my strength."

Fingle's fork clattered to the ground.

As a veteran who has repeated a grade for six years, and also of A-level bloodline, although Caesar's power is not as strong as his, logically speaking, he should be one of the better ones among the A-level bloodlines.

Now this monster says he only used 20% of his strength?

He secretly moved his feet away from the cardboard box under Ye Fan's bed - which contained the hidden camera equipment that was to be sold to the News Department.

"Speaking of which..."

Finkel decided to change the subject. "Where did you get that wall-climbing motorcycle? Is it a new toy from the Equipment Department?"

"The treatment for S-rank is just different. They're already being given equipment that they weren't given before they even arrived at the school."

"It's just a regular Harley."

Ye Fan licked the gravy from his fingertips and said nonchalantly, "I met some robbers on motorcycles on the road. I didn't have time, so I borrowed it."

He made a knife-like gesture, "Don't worry, they're all alive."

"Honestly, Chicago should give me a good citizen award."

The dormitory fell into an eerie silence.

Finkel's gaze switched back and forth between Ye Fan's bloody knuckles and the campus forum page.

The latest post shows that Chicago police are looking for an "Eastern thug who robbed motorcycles", and the blurry figure in the surveillance footage in the picture looks like the person in front of them.

"Outstanding Citizen Award..."

Finkel laughed dryly twice, and was suddenly startled by the email reminder that popped up on the screen:

"Holy crap! Principal Ange is looking for you?"

Ye Fan raised his eyebrows.

According to Cassell's tradition, the freshman meeting should be held after the opening ceremony.

He thought of the old rogue who always wore a tailor-made suit in the novel, his silver hair combed meticulously, and his pocket watch chain always flashing with a cold light, like a gentleman who had traveled from the 19th century.

But today in the square, he clearly felt the gazes from the attic were abnormally intense. He thought it must be from that and the other vice-president.

"Now?"

Ye Fan looked at the dark night outside the window.

"It said 'no matter how late,'" Finger winced. "And it used three exclamation points."

"That's really strange. Normally, outstanding students like you are invited to meet after the opening ceremony. It seems that your performance is indeed outstanding, so outstanding that this old rogue can't wait to meet you."

Solstopandenjoysomeunrepeatablemoments (So I stop and enjoy some unrepeatable moments)

There will inevitably be bumps and bruises along the way. I hope that students will let go of them and try their best to keep the most beautiful and happiest moments.

Tomato author Sunshine Dadou wishes all high school seniors: