From Hokage to Visionary

"Although your description is crude, it's roughly like this." After Manstein finished speaking, he suddenly realized that someone was missing, so he asked, "Where is Chu Zihang? Why isn't he talking?"

"Hey, team leader, the professor is calling you." Nuo Nuo shouted to Chu Zihang who was squatting in the corridor.

However, Chu Zihang said nothing, squatting in the corridor, observing something carefully.

"Hey, Chu Zihang?" Nuonuo saw that Chu Zihang ignored him after calling him several times, so he walked over with a frown and patted his shoulder: "What are you looking at? Professor Manstein said that the Dragon King is very likely in the incubation state, and we must confirm it as soon as possible."

"footprint."

Chu Zihang ignored Chen Motong and stared at the row of clear footprints on the floor of the corridor.

"There are footprints, but there's nothing to be surprised about, right?" Nuo Nuo said without paying much attention, "They should be the footprints left by Ye Sheng and Jiude Aki when they came in last time."

"No, look carefully."

Chu Zihang shook his head and motioned for Nuonuo to take another look: "There is only one row of footprints here, and the shoe size is about 44, it is a man. I have seen Ye Sheng's feet, they are not that big."

Nuonuo was shocked when he heard that, and he immediately squatted down to look at the footprints carefully, and was instantly horrified!

"So, Senior Chu, why do you care about how big a man's feet are?" Xia Mi's complaining voice came from the other side of the communicator.

"Male, about 30 years old, weighing about 170 kilograms." Nuo Nuo was born with the ability to do psychological profiling. Although it was just a line of footprints, it was enough for her to analyze a lot of things: "And it's still fresh. Chen Motong reported that there is bad news."

"what?"

Manstein drove away the troublesome Xia Mi and asked hurriedly.

Nuonuo raised his head and looked at the corridor with countless bronze sculptures on both sides. He took a deep breath, as if to suppress the fear in his heart, and said in a trembling voice: "Before us, there was another person who sneaked into the ancient bronze city!"

"Apart from the Dragon King, who else would enter the Bronze City?"

On the Moniach, Manstein showed a look of horror and almost subconsciously wanted to interrupt the plan.

More than ten years ago, Schneider led the elite executive unit to carry out a mission under the Greenland Sea, but eventually encountered an unknown dragon. Then the entire team was almost wiped out. Even he himself was contaminated by dragon blood and suffered severe frostbite. He could only rely on a ventilator to maintain his life.

The same tragedy. Manstein didn't want to experience it himself, and he didn't want to ruin his best student!

"Maybe, it really is the Dragon King?" Xia Mi, who was standing aside, said softly with a complicated look in her eyes.

"impossible!"

Manstein instinctively refuted: "Ye Sheng and Jiude Aki have confirmed that the Dragon King's eggs are in the Bronze City. If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense!"

"Well, I'm just guessing. What if the Dragon King has twins?"

Xia Mi didn't realize she had said the wrong thing until she said it out loud, and quickly said, "Hahahaha, I was just talking casually, don't take it seriously."

However, the speaker has no intention, but the listener has intention.

"Twins with twins?!"

A flash of lightning suddenly flashed through Manstein's mind, and his whole body trembled violently: "Yes, why didn't we think of it? The twins on the throne, the four dragon kings. Maybe they are not one person, but twins, each holding power and strength. Only in this way can they match up!"

Xia Mi clenched her fists in distress. It was all her fault for speaking carelessly and leaking such important information.

Looking at the surging river, she was a little dazed. The years she spent with Chu Zihang were like a clear stream, flowing through her mind bit by bit.

Never mind, just consider it as a small compensation.

"Chu Zihang! Chen Motong!"

Manstein shouted anxiously, "Listen, there is more than one Dragon King. Each Dragon King is a twin, and each holds power and authority. The person who entered the Bronze City ahead of you is likely to be the other Bronze and Fire King. The mission is canceled, and you should withdraw quickly!"

swish swish swish

The signal that was very clear just now was now just a harsh sound of electricity.

"Contact is lost!"

Manstein's face turned pale and cold sweat was pouring down his face.

"I'm going down!"

When Caesar heard that there was danger, he could no longer sit still and was about to rush down in his diving suit.

"No! You can't go down!" Manstein immediately stopped Caesar. He couldn't bear to watch the heir of the Gattuso family break into the forbidden area of ​​the Dragon King.

"What should we do with Nuonuo? What should we do with Chu Zihang?" Caesar was like an angry lion.

"Calm down, you must calm down!"

Manstein took a deep breath. Now he had to stay calm. He said in a deep voice, "The current underwater situation is unknown. Even if I let you go down, will it change?"

"Are we just going to watch them die?" Caesar said coldly.

"I go."

Manstein said, "My word spirit is 'snake'. As long as they are within a certain range, I can contact them!"

After hearing this, Caesar and Xia Mi were stunned.

Caesar was a little skeptical. After all, Manstein was very old. If he encountered any danger, he would basically die. "Are you going down in person?"

"Only I can do this." Manstein no longer hesitated and began to put on his diving suit. He said, "Caesar, from now on, you are the supreme commander. If none of us come up, your mission is to do everything possible to kill the Dragon King. Do you understand?"

Caesar looked at Manstein, who had made up his mind, and inexplicably felt the pressure on his shoulders lighten a little. He nodded heavily: "I understand, Professor Manstein."

Pfft!

Manstein carried an oxygen tank and dived into the river alone, pulling a black rope.

"Nunuo, Chu Zihang, you must be okay!"

Caesar could only force himself to calm down, control his anxious and irritable mood, and wait for Manstein.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 350: Bloody Battle with Samson

From deep within the pitch-black and wide bronze corridor, a heart-pounding, thunderous gasp suddenly came.

The slightly humid air seemed to be mixed with a dry and fishy smell. Waves of heat surged in from the end, and the oppressive feeling could not be described in words. It was as if deep in the dark corridor, there was a terrifying and savage beast hiding, rubbing its sharp teeth.

At this moment, a dark shadow, carrying with it a violent gust of wind, came like a raging wave covering the sky.

fast!

too fast!

Nuo Nuo's pupils suddenly shrank, and she didn't even have time to react.

Almost in an instant, suffocating pressure, accompanied by tangible air waves and a constantly shaking and cracking bronze corridor, rushed over like a high-speed train.

It’s too late. Many scenes suddenly flashed through Nuonuo’s mind, like a kaleidoscope of moments before death.

Just when she thought she was going to die, she was suddenly pushed away roughly and hit the wall next to her.

It's Chu Zihang?!

That’s right, it was Chu Zihang. His reaction was extremely fast, perhaps because the concentration of dragon blood was very high, so he could clearly capture that extremely fast and ferocious black shadow.

He twisted his ankle, and with his quick reaction, he stepped on the ground again and rolled sideways.

A ferocious black shadow passed by and crashed directly into the bronze wall where he came from.

Boom!

Amid the ear-piercing sound of metal clashing, the entire Bronze City seemed to be shaking.

The bronze corridor cast by the King of Bronze and Fire was actually full of cracks, spreading like a spider web.

Having luckily escaped the disaster, Chu Zihang and Chen Motong were still in shock and looked at the ferocious black shadow at the same time.

Then, the pupils of both of them suddenly shrank like needle tips, and a feeling that could not be described in words, like numbness, spread all over the body.

That was a real dragon!

His body was covered with black scales as hard as steel, his neck was slender, and jagged black bone spurs grew along his spine, like sharp sword blades, splitting the top of the hard bronze corridor. An ancient iron mask covered his face, revealing only his eerie golden eyes.

If no one had seen it with their own eyes, no one would have believed that such a creature actually existed in the world!

This creature is a perfect combination of elegance and brutality, ferocity and majesty, enough to make all legends pale in comparison!

This is the dragon!

Every muscle contained the ultimate beauty of strength, the pinnacle that any living creature could achieve. Even the most powerful sculptor in Greece could not depict that perfection. The friction between the opening and closing black scales emitted sparks in the dark corridor, reflecting the majestic and dazzling eyes of this superior creature.

"Dragon King?!" Nuo Nuo said in shock.

"No, that's not the Dragon King." Chu Zihang tightly grasped 'Murasame'. His eyes had never been so sharp. His golden pupils that never extinguished seemed to be able to melt gold and burn the sky. He said in a low voice: "This should be a second-generation species. I have seen the real Dragon King. It is much more terrifying and powerful than him!"

If, when facing Odin, the deep feeling of powerlessness and the might that was enough to crush the sky made it difficult for him to even move a step.

Well, this second-generation species in front of me does not give me that level of oppression at all.

"Anyone who trespasses into the palace will be killed without mercy!"

The second-generation creature wearing an iron mask radiated terrifying pressure from its golden eyes, and its tyrannical roar swept over like a storm: "My name is Samson. You lowly creatures dared to touch my palace, so you must wash away your sins with blood!"

"He spoke?" Nuonuo was surprised.

"The second-generation species has intelligence that is no less than that of humans, so it's normal for them to speak human language." Chu Zihang narrowed his eyes, locked onto the second-generation species, and lowered his voice and said, "I'll hold him back, and you go find the exit!"

"exit?"

Nuonuo was startled and asked, "What about the mission? Are we going to give up?"

"I have a bad feeling." Chu Zihang said in a deep voice: "In the depths of this bronze city, it seems that something is awakening. The Dragon King may have already hatched!"

"I understand." Nuo Nuo looked at him deeply, knowing that if she stayed here, she would only be a burden, so she nodded and said, "We must stay alive. We must go back alive. This is what I promised Xia Mi. Don't let me break my promise, Chu Zihang!"

After saying that, she turned and ran deeper into the tunnel.

Samson's pupils shrank, and he was about to step forward to catch up with the fleeing lowly creature, but was stopped by Chu Zihang.

"Next generation, your enemy is me."

Chu Zihang faced him proudly without any fear, his pupils flowing with a lava-like red-gold color.

"You lowly creature, don't even think about setting foot in the palace!"

The harsh sound waves, carrying pressure, surged like a tidal wave, declaring the anger and brutality of the dragon clan.

Samson's body came like a tank running at full speed. His violent posture and extreme strength crushed the bronze corridor along the way. He swung his huge claws with extreme cruelty, wanting to tear apart the sinners who desecrated the palace and wash away his sins with the blood of lowly things!

However, although Samson was very fast, Chu Zihang was even faster. His blue-black scales covered his face like armor, leaving only his pair of golden eyes that never extinguished.

The wide ancient bronze road was suddenly filled with the sound of explosions.

Amidst the surging air currents, Chu Zihang drew his sword from its sheath, and like a meteor streaking across the sky, he pulled out a mighty blade light that looked like a rushing river, and rushed straight towards the ferocious second-generation Samson!

No, that was a raging sea of ​​fire, it was Jun Yan!

Thousands of degrees of flame wrapped around the blade, adding to its power, even overshadowing Samson.

boom!

At the moment when the two collided, the air suddenly rippled, and huge waves were raised like the sea.

The flames exploded like meteors, and the extreme high temperature pushed the air waves, causing earth-shaking vibrations. The sculptures on both sides of the ancient bronze road were directly crushed into slag.

'Murasame' chopped at Samson's hard scales, splashing a large area of ​​dazzling sparks. While shaving off a large amount of black scales, it also deeply embedded itself into the bones, splashing out boiling hot dragon blood. With Samson's furious roar, he suddenly twisted his body and threw the person on his back off.

Chu Zihang had just landed and before he could adjust his strength, he saw Samson's sharp claws tearing through the air and covering him.

boom!

The moment the thought "Oh no" flashed through Chu Zihang's mind, an irresistible terrifying force came hitting him like a huge wave.

Immediately, he was dragged by the air wave like a cannonball, flew backwards with a sharp sonic boom, and then was hit heavily against the bronze wall. The huge impact force made his internal organs seem to be displaced, and his bones all over his body made crackling sounds.

However, Samson's attack was not over yet, as his limbs trampled the ancient bronze road, leaving cave-ins behind.

The piercing sonic boom carried endless strong winds, and a fierce and unruly aura filled the space. The sharp claws covered with black scales squeezed together, blasting out an extremely terrifying torrent.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 351 The Fate of the Abandoned

In Baidi City, several Changxin Palace lanterns were burning with faint blue flames.

Inside the empty palace, apart from the columns and lanterns, there was almost no furnishings, only a huge bronze throne.

The width of the throne is nearly fifty meters. It is obvious at a glance that it is not prepared for humans. The mottled copper rust seems to be silently telling the passage of time. It is like a lonely figure, standing at the end of the palace, waiting for its owner to return.