Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

"As you wish, my son."

Helplessly, Ange sighed softly, spread his legs slightly, and assumed a fighting stance.

The next second, they both activated Time Zero at the same time.

In an instant, the whole world seemed to slow down, only the two of them were still moving quickly.

Vice-Principal Flamel, who lived in the attic, suddenly felt his own disciplines shake slightly.

He frowned slightly, thinking to himself that maybe Ange was testing the strength of the new students again, so he didn't pay too much attention to it.

The time zero performed by Ange reached a 60-fold extension, while Ye Fan's time zero actually broke through to a 70-fold extension.

With a speed faster than Ange, Ye Fan rushed towards Ange like a black lightning, with every step carrying powerful force.

Ange was shocked by Ye Fan's speed and was even half a beat slower for a moment.

Ye Fan raised his leg and launched a fierce whip kick towards Angé's lumbar spine.

Even though he used his folding knife to block most of the impact at an extremely fast speed, the remaining force still kicked Ange away.

Ange's body smashed through the office glass and slid heavily out of the building.

After turning in the air to release his strength, Angers landed steadily on the playground of Kassel Academy.

"Is this... is this my son?"

Ange was breathing heavily, his golden eyes filled with shock.

To be honest, he is indeed the strongest half-blood in the past hundred years. Even an unreasonable emperor like Uesugi Yue was forced to surrender after encountering the even more unreasonable Emperor Time Zero.

For over 100 years, he has vowed never to lose his composure again. He has vowed to always be at his best.

Because only the most outstanding and extraordinary one is qualified to end the race called dragon!

He did so, always being strict with himself and becoming the undisputed strongest person in the world of mixed-bloods. At this moment, Ange was shocked by his son's excellence.

Ye Fan also jumped down from the broken windowsill. He was so fast that he only needed zero time to amplify himself.

The fist, accompanied by the sound of whistling wind, smashed towards Ange fiercely.

This time, Ange kept up with the rhythm and wrestled with Ye Fan with the side of his folding knife.

But Ange, holding the knife, was no longer the supreme assassin lurking in the cracks of time. A tyrant had stepped through the cracks of time and was now brazenly punching the assassin.

Because he tried to hold back, Ange was beaten even more uncomfortably.

Although he was experienced, he gradually became overwhelmed by Ye Fan's swift attack.

He didn't want to hurt his son, but using a knife alone was too weak, especially for cutting people.

Ange swung his right hand and threw the folding knife out.

Then he waved his fists and started fighting with Ye Fan!

Since the son is so angry, let's have a fist-fight between the men.

Relying on the gap in combat experience accumulated over more than 100 years, even though the strength difference was three or four times, Angers still fought against Ye Fan with difficulty.

Even though his heart was beating violently and his body was making whimpering sounds for the first time in a long time, Ange continued to punch excitedly.

This feels so weird.

It didn't feel like a life-and-death fight or a duel, but rather like a father trying his best to play games with his son.

Even though the father is in a weak position at the moment, Angers is still very happy.

Ye Fan spotted a flaw, exerted force suddenly, and slammed Ange heavily into the ground.

Then, he mercilessly punched Ange's face several times, each punch landing with a dull thud.

No matter how thick-skinned Ange was, he was beaten so hard that he saw stars and felt dizzy.

Finally, Ange couldn't bear it anymore, closed his eyes, and was beaten unconscious.

Ye Fan looked at Angé lying on the ground, breathing heavily, and the anger in his heart seemed to have dissipated a lot with the beating.

In the spirit of humanitarianism, Ye Fan took out his communicator and called the school medical team.

"Hello, it's me, Ye Fan."

"I beat up Principal Ange. Come over here and treat his injuries."

Not long after, the school doctors rushed over. When they saw Ange lying on the ground and Ye Fan standing beside him, their eyes were full of shock.

They thought the other party was joking.

No one would have thought that on the first day of school, the best student in the college would beat up the strongest principal.

And judging from the situation, it seems that the principal had agreed to this fight, otherwise why would it take place on the playground.

The school medical team was well aware of their principal's erratic personality, so they didn't ask too many questions. They just carried Ange onto the stretcher in an orderly manner and prepared to wait for the principal to wake up tomorrow.

"No need for treatment, I'll be fine after lying down for a while."

Ange, who was placed on a stretcher, opened his eyes with difficulty and said.

Chapter 119 Father and son clink glasses in the middle of the night

Ange lay on the stretcher, raising his head slightly.

"Ye Fan, have a drink with me, then go to my office."

He paused, lowered his posture, and added with a wry smile:

"Look at me now. I'm just a poor old man who got beaten up and has two broken ribs. This little request isn't too much, is it?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Fan couldn't help but sigh at Yu Angers' "shamelessness". This old man could come up with such a reason at this time.

But looking at Ange's embarrassed yet somewhat expectant look, Ye Fan finally nodded slightly and agreed.

So, the two men, one walking slightly staggeringly and the other following quietly beside him, walked towards the office in silence.

When the moonlight filtered through the broken window lattice, the two men were already sitting in front of the reassembled tea table.

The silver cufflinks on Ange's white shirt were stained with blood, but he still insisted on opening the wine in the most standard way - holding the bottom of the bottle with his left hand, and slowly applying pressure along the lead seal pattern with his right thumb, as if he was dismantling an alchemical bomb.

Back in the office, Ange went straight to the wine cabinet, carefully picked up the bottle of wine that he had treasured for a long time, and gently brushed off the dust on the bottle.

He skillfully poured the wine into two glasses, handed one to Ye Fan first, then picked up one for himself, drank it all in one gulp to show his sincerity, and then poured another glass for himself.

As usual, the two men clinked their glasses and then drank the wine in their glasses.

Ange keenly felt that Ye Fan's hatred for him did not seem to be deep-rooted.

He knew in his heart that according to the marriage culture standards of China and even the world, his behavior of abandoning his wife and children was indeed unforgivable.

But fortunately, his son did not suffer too much. According to Chinese social standards, Ye Fan could be considered upper-middle class, and at least he never had to worry about money.

Thinking of this, Ange was filled with gratitude towards Ye Weiwei.

"I really want to beat you up again, old man."

Ye Fan drank the wine in his glass and sighed softly.

Ange couldn't help but twitch his lips.

What should I do if my son always wants to beat me up?

It's quite a rush to wait online.

Although he felt embarrassed, he still kept a smile on his face, like an elegant old gentleman, although his two panda eyes and half of his bulging cheeks greatly reduced his image.

"If beating me up makes you happy, then as a father, I'm happy to oblige."

Ange said gently.

"I didn't admit that you were my father."

Ye Fan spoke calmly, his eyes looking straight at Ange without any ripples.

Ange sighed helplessly, then changed the subject and said with a bit of shamelessness:

"But at least you have to acknowledge that I am your principal. Since I am your principal, according to Chinese sayings, I am also your elder."

Ye Fan frowned. He was really helpless about this rogue old man. He didn't say anything more and let Ange continue.

He knew that for an old hand like Ange, truths could always come out of his mouth easily.

"I'm sincere, Ye Fan."

Ange put away his smile, his expression becoming serious and frank. "From the bottom of my heart, I sincerely hope that you can continue to stand on the battlefield of slaying dragons. Of course, if you don't want to, that's fine too. I will continue to walk in the front."

"Originally it was for my good friend, now I have another reason. I will create a clean world for you young people."

He spoke in such a solemn manner, like a monk praying devoutly to the Lord. It was impossible not to believe him.

Angé indeed thought so in his heart. Ye Fan's excellence exceeded his imagination. He was so outstanding that as a father, he couldn't help but pin the hope of the era on his son.

After all, a being that exceeds the critical blood limit of the Black King's bloodline and can still maintain a complete human form and human consciousness is simply a living first-generation species that maintains a human form.

Such a person is destined to open up a new era, and this person happens to be his son Angers.

"Of course I will continue to walk the dragon-slaying battlefield, but it's not for you, old man. This is my own choice."

Ye Fan still had a calm expression and a firm tone.

Hearing this, Ange grinned happily. Ye Fan's words were enough.

What else could he not be satisfied with being able to stand side by side with his son on the same battlefield?

If I have to pick out one regret, it would probably be that I hope Ye Fan can call me father.

But he also knew in his heart that this was undoubtedly a luxury at the moment.

"Oh, I finally understand how that old rogue Flamel feels." Ange muttered softly.

Ye Fan finished the last of his drink, then slowly stood up and prepared to leave.

At the last moment before he reached the door, he turned his head, looked at Ange and said, "Go to sleep, old man. When you recover from your injury, I will consider coming over to beat you up."

After saying that, he closed the door gently and strode away.

In the office, only Ange was left standing there blankly, with a smile on his old face.

It was a little awkward, yet inexplicably warm and gentle, as if at this moment, all the haze in his heart for many years was swept away.