Starting from the Dragon Clan, it's a 50-50 split

"boom!"

In the eyes of Minister Akadula and Vice Principal Old Cowboy, what happened was this - Mo Qiuran had just said that he was going to start, and then he disappeared in an instant, but the next second the three of them were facing a wall, Mo Qiuran appeared in front of them, and... the roar that was so loud that it almost broke the eardrums, the click of broken glass, and the sound of the wall collapsing!

In Angé's eyes, the only difference was that he saw Mo Qiuran take a step, and the next moment a cloud of water mist appeared all over Mo Qiuran's body... and then it was the same as what Minister Akadula and Vice Principal Old Cowboy saw and heard.

"Eh? What happened? Did the laboratory explode? Why am I here suddenly? Hey, principal and vice principal? Student Mo Qiuran? Why are you all here?" Minister Akadullah asked a lot of questions.

"Minister Akadullah," Mo Qiuran looked at him with a sad face, "The quality of your laser sensing test room...is not as good as you said!"

Angers and the old cowboy looked at each other. They both realized something, but what Mo Qiuran said was...

This is a typical case of the villain complaining first!

An S-rank freshman named Mo visited the Ice Cellar Equipment Department for the second time. He demolished a laser-sensing speed measurement laboratory in half an hour, and most of the ventilation system of the equipment department was damaged, thus temporarily ending his mission.

……

"Hello, Principal." A burly man with a Schwarzenegger-like beard, wearing a vest and carrying a toolbox, walked over. When he saw Ange, his eyes lit up and he started to greet him.

"Hello." Ange smiled and nodded.

"Hello, Principal!" Another sturdy man came over, with the same beard, physique, clothing, and the same posture of carrying something, and the same bright eyes when greeting. If Ange was not very confident in his memory, he might have suspected that this was the same person.

"Hello, hello." Angé smiled and nodded.

"Hello, Principal!" Another strong man, exactly the same...

Ange's smile began to stiffen.

"headmaster……"

"Stop! Oh... you seem to be dressed differently from them." After Ange called for stop, he found that the strong man who called him this time was wearing a white hat.

"Hello, principal. I am Jack, the director of the school's work department and a former Navy SEAL captain!" Jack stood at attention and saluted, "Please allow me to report an extremely serious situation and accusation to you!"

"...You say." Angé had a bad feeling in his heart.

"It's like this. Not long ago, the Equipment Department damaged an experimental well, and now it has damaged a laser sensing speed measurement laboratory. Based on the traces left at the scene, we have discovered an extremely serious problem. The experimental well is full of various ice cubes. This explosion was obviously caused by high-pressure gas. From this, I made a reasonable inference and concluded that the people in the Equipment Department are crazy!" Jack said seriously.

"...Ah?" Angé was stunned by Jack's words.

"Otherwise, why would they do such a thing! This is obviously a waste of resources. Whether it is the freezing experiment on the experimental well used for blasting or the high-pressure blasting weapon test in this laser sensing speed measurement laboratory, I can only draw two conclusions. The other is that they did it intentionally!" Jack said seriously.

"Therefore, I have made severe accusations against all members of the Equipment Department, especially the Minister of Equipment, Akadullah. They are either deliberately wasting the manpower and material resources of our school's engineering department, or they are mentally ill and need to be admitted to the school hospital for treatment immediately! In view of their past behavior, I am more inclined to the second possibility!"

"Okay, it was just an accident, because I was there at the time..." Angé waved his hands weakly.

"Is that so? Sorry, Principal, I overstepped my authority! Sorry!" Jack immediately bowed and apologized.

"It's okay. Please fix this place as soon as possible. The ventilation system in particular has a serious problem..."

Angers rubbed his temple and walked into a lounge in the ice cellar, which was also a small meeting room. A bald potato in jeans was marveling at the sight, holding a pile of reports in his hands.

"It's simply outrageous! Unbelievable, unbelievable!" Lao Niu Za said excitedly, "Such a speed is simply a miracle among miracles. No wonder it caused such damage... It's terrible!"

Seeing Ange coming in, the old cowboy was still shaking his head in amazement and said, "Do you know how fast he is? Compared to him, your speed is just a piece of shit... Even if it is the fastest Word Spirit [Moment], I can release it to the ninth level, and the base speed is four times that of an ordinary person, which is only 68 times the speed of sound!"

"What is his speed?" Angé asked in a deep voice.

"According to the data transmitted after the laser sensor was destroyed, 240 times the speed of sound, if the base speed is the same, that is nearly four times the speed of the ninth level! If his word spirit is [Moment], he can push it to the eleventh level!"

"His Word Spirit is not [Setsuna], otherwise he would have crashed his head against the wall and turned into a pool of meat paste." Ange said, "It can't be [Time Zero] either. Do you think it is possible that it is really a higher-level Word Spirit of [Time Zero]? It has never appeared in the records of the classics?"

The old cowboy threw the reports into the sky, papers flying everywhere. He looked up and sighed, with a rare look of confusion in his eyes: "I don't know, my thirst for knowledge has rarely appeared, do you understand? Ange, he is a god-like existence! He just appeared in front of me! If I could not beat him, I would even put him on the experimental table on the spot! I even want to use all my treasures and knowledge to exchange for a part of his body tissue and blood... This is simply a miracle that only gods can create! It should even be gods themselves!"

"Two hundred and forty times the speed of sound. Even this is not his limit. The reason why it is only two hundred and forty is because the instrument was broken by then." The old cowboy murmured to the sky, "I feel more and more that he is the Black King himself."

"No, no, have you forgotten? His clairvoyance, those words." Angé shook his head slowly.

"You mean..." The old cowboy suddenly realized.

"Every dawn is the dusk of the gods, because the world at that time is brighter than the stars..." Angé said softly, his eyes gradually filled with passion and hope.

"He is not a god, he is a god-killer!"

Chapter 4 Can dragons really be eaten? (k)

"I can't imagine it. I still can't imagine it," the old cowboy lay on the chair, still staring at the sky with his eyes blankly, "The butcher of gods..."

"Do you remember the picture on his clairvoyance test paper?" Angé, who was in the middle of a brainstorm, suddenly said.

"Remember? What happened? At that time, you asked me if dragon meat was edible. I was so happy that I thought you had Alzheimer's disease..." The old cowboy muttered, and suddenly realized something in the middle of his speech. He took a breath and looked at Ange, "What do you mean?"

"That's right. I think we should invest some money in researching the topic of whether dragon meat can be eaten," Angé recalled the first time he met Mo Qiuran on the train when he was giving them additional admission guidance and Mo Qiuran asked if dragon meat could be eaten. He became more and more certain in his heart, "He must know something, or there may be a gene for this in his bloodline talent! That's why he asked such a question! Perhaps, such a powerful force comes from dragon meat..."

"…Although what you said is slightly different from what I said, it is basically the same," the old cowboy said after a pause, "I saw some relevant records in some ancient tombs a few years ago…"

"Wait, when did you leave school?" Angé was stunned.

"I was talking about before Kassel College was established! At that time, I was still a cowboy with a standard figure, and my heart was full of longing and passion for adventure!" The old cowboy said as he looked down at his big belly that blocked his view of his feet, "...Okay, don't interrupt!"

Angers: "..."

"Anyway, I saw some records in some tombs at that time about dragons devouring each other!" The old cowboy's eyes sparkled, "It's like the dragon cocooning... You know the cocooning, right?"

"I know. There is one in the ice cellar now. So, what have you figured out?" asked Angé.

"No, that thing is useless. It can be used as an ornamental specimen at most. I extracted some cell tissues for testing and found that the extreme instantaneous high and low temperature alternation caused all the cell structures to be completely damaged. If it had not been frozen at that time, if it had been thawed directly, we would have obtained a complete pot of soup, which would be full of various residues from the dragon's body, and it would be the real molecular cuisine... Okay, don't interrupt me!" The old cowboy realized that the topic had deviated again and looked at Ange reproachfully.

Ange made a gesture of zipping his pocket to indicate that he was shutting up.

"In short, when dragons are in cocoon form, they can absorb all kinds of energy to restore their strength and bodies. This is why they can completely transform between human and dragon. And according to some records I saw in the tomb, dragons... can also devour dragons! In this way, they can achieve the ultimate evolution!" The old cowboy lowered his voice.

"What?" Ange's eyes widened.

"I didn't include this in any teaching materials because I was worried that someone might try it after knowing this," the old cowboy said. "Just imagine, if humans could devour dragons... then would they be able to gain power equal to that of dragons, or even evolve and surpass dragons?"

"Right, right... That's right, that's right, the so-called roasted dragon meat should only have a symbolic meaning, representing devouring the dragon clan and gaining powerful strength!" The old cowboy felt more and more that his guess was completely correct, "Mo Qiuran, that child, he is not a dragon, but his ancestor may have devoured a dragon! That's why he can see such a scene in his spiritual vision, and that's why he has such a desire for dragon meat!"

"Yes, that's what happened!"

Mo Qiuran said to Chu Zihang indignantly: "Those people in the Equipment Department, especially Minister Akadula, are so mean! They are willing to pay such a high price to ruin my reputation! In this way, they can perfectly replace a new laboratory, but I have to take the blame for no reason! This is really too much!"

Chu Zihang who was reading: "..."

If anyone else said this, Chu Zihang would only doubt whether he was crazy, but the person who said this was Mo Qiuran...

Oh, that's normal.

"Why do you look so weird? Do you think what I said is wrong?" Mo Qiuran narrowed his eyes dangerously.

"That's right." Chu Zihang had no choice but to answer.

Just then his cell phone rang, and Chu Zihang picked it up and took a look.

【Student Chu Zihang:

I don't know if you have fully recovered from your rest. If you have time, you can come to the Lionheart Club to discuss the succession of the president.

President of the Lionheart Club: Tis Oscar]

"Are you ready to embark on your road to becoming the king?" Mo Qiuran raised his eyebrows after turning around and reading the content of the email. His facial expressions were always rich and vivid. Sometimes when Chu Zihang was alone in the bathroom, he would imitate his expressions on a whim, but they were extremely stiff and even he couldn't bear to look at them.

"It's just an invitation from before." Chu Zihang said softly.

"You must get it. I made a promise to those people and even opened a market. You must get the position of the Lionheart Club's president! I have invested all my savings in it!" Mo Qiuran patted his shoulder to cheer him up, with a kind smile on his face that said "I'm optimistic about you, kid!" "Even if it's not for me, it's for yourself. You are in a high position and countless beauties bow down to you. You don't have to worry about your lifelong event!"

Chu Zihang passively filtered out the second half of Mo Qiuran's words and frowned: "Is it open?"

"Yes, I opened a bet on the Night Watcher Forum, betting that you will be the next president of the Lionheart Club!" Mo Qiuran was overjoyed, and the next moment he lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "But I asked Senior Finger to open the bet. He has done this kind of thing many times. During this period of time, there will be a lot of posts on the forum analyzing in detail that you can't be the president of the Lionheart Club. This is called hype and control! For the school news agency, this is a traditional skill. I am very confident that I can make a lot of money!"

Chu Zihang: "..."

Why are you so skilled!

When I was in high school, I was at most a little dramatic and neurotic, but how come I started to learn all kinds of things like demolishing houses, controlling gambling games and recruiting internet trolls without any guidance when I arrived at a foreign university?

What is this? Deep depravity? Or... the release of nature?

……

With such doubts, Chu Zihang came to the Lionheart Club.

This place is obviously different from the student union.

The Student Union is luxurious and elegant. It is decorated like an ancient Greek palace. People who come and go are all upper-class aristocrats and the etiquette is very strict. But when you walk into the Lionheart Club, you will just feel quiet.

It was a feeling similar to meditation and concentration, the heavy atmosphere was like an ancient monastery, there were many people coming and going, but basically they all had no expression on their faces, at most they just glanced at each other and nodded to say hello, a heavy atmosphere lingered here, like the atmosphere before a storm.

Chu Zihang understood why Caesar decided to join the student union after coming here once. If this guy who liked to hold banquets and parties came here and became the president... the scene would definitely be very discordant.

It was right for Mo Qiuran not to come here. With his personality, he would probably be restless here... Chu Zihang thought, compared with the upper-class nobles in the Student Union, the people in the Lionheart Club gave him the feeling of Spartan warriors, always ready for battle, never slacking off for a moment, and when there is a fight, they will shout loudly and rush forward to fight to the death, and when there is no fight, they will cultivate their body and mind in the quiet room.

Valley/spanSo, Chu Zihang is really very suitable for this place.

……

"Under the calm surface, there hides the heart of a lion. When he releases it, the flames of rage will devour all enemies."

The president of the Lionheart Society, Tis Oscar, is a bearded European man who does not look like he is in his twenties at all. His bright eyes sparkle with brilliance. When Chu Zihang was led into this quiet room by the secretary of the Lionheart Society, he smiled and pointed at the futon opposite and the steaming cup of tea on the table.

"Thank you." Chu Zihang replied softly, walked to Tess and sat down cross-legged.

As the Lionheart Society secretary closed the door of the quiet room and left, silence fell between the two. They stared at each other without their eyes moving at all. The atmosphere in the originally quiet quiet room became somewhat frozen, but they remained motionless.

"Not long ago, Caesar Gattuso sent me an email."

In the end, it was Tis who spoke first. He felt that the calmness of the young man in front of him was not pretended. In this case, eye contact was meaningless and just a waste of time. There was no need to continue. After all, this was not a competition of patience and concentration, but he took the initiative to invite Chu Zihang to meet and discuss and assess him.

"..." Chu Zihang did not answer, but nodded calmly.

Tisden, what's with this "I know" expression of yours?

I'm not your subordinate!

Fortunately, Tiss was not the kind of person who cared about these things, so he continued, "Caesar Gattuso said in the email that you are the best choice for the new Lionheart Club president."

Chu Zihang still nodded calmly. This was indeed something that the golden retriever would do. It was very normal, so there was no need to show any surprise.

Oh yes, the code name Golden Retriever has been half-finalized. Although Caesar is still resisting, Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang have already tacitly accepted that this code name belongs to him.

"...So I invited you here." Tis had a headache. He already didn't like to talk much, and now he met someone who didn't like to talk even more than him!

Brother, I am the president of the Lionheart Club! Now it is you who will inherit this position as the president of the Lionheart Club! Is it really okay for me to give you a report like this?

"I understand." Chu Zihang nodded in response.

After hearing these words, Tis actually felt a little relieved. But after coming to his senses, he realized something was wrong. Was he being suppressed in terms of momentum?

"The Lionheart Club is a club that has existed since the founding of Kassel College. It has always been the top-ranked club in Kassel College because it is a place where only the best students can come in!" said President Tis.

For the first time, a change appeared in Chu Zihang's calm eyes, a hint of doubt.

"So... the failure of the Lionheart Society this time can be said to be a great shame!" President Tis sighed, "As the president, I cannot escape the blame."

Chu Zihang nodded.

Tis: “…”

"According to convention, the president of the Lionheart Club can only be elected from the second grade. But since Caesar Gattuso became the president of the Lionheart Club, all the outstanding second-year members of the Lionheart Club have challenged him. The same is true for the first grade, but... no one has won," President Tis looked at Chu Zihang, "Therefore, the new president of the Lionheart Club must be able to lead the Lionheart Club to defeat the Student Union led by Caesar. Only such a person is qualified to become the president of the Lionheart Club."

Chu Zihang nodded to show that he understood.

Tis was used to it. He continued, "To be honest, we originally planned to invite S-level to be the president, but after he refused and recommended you, we focused our attention on you."

"He is the strongest." Chu Zihang nodded and said calmly.

As the person who has the best relationship with Mo Qiuran, he is very clear about this. Mo Qiuran's strength has even reached a level that he cannot imagine. He feels threatened and even helpless against the hybrid being crushed like a toy in Mo Qiuran's hands. It is because of this that his desire to obtain more powerful power has become so active.

If you don’t work hard, you may not even be qualified to stand beside Mo Qiuran in the future!

This is something that Chu Zihang is very concerned about.

Becoming the president of the Lionheart Club is just the first step!

"Yes, the S-class's strength is shameful." President Tis nodded, admitting that it is natural for the strong to be strong, and he did not see any cowardice or retreat in Chu Zihang's eyes, and that was enough!

"The S-level recommendation brought you to our attention, and Caesar Gattuso's email made me determined," President Tiss continued. "Caesar Gattuso is a strong man, but he doesn't belong to the Lionheart Club. He is not suitable here. But I can understand that he is definitely not the kind of person who speaks casually, so in my opinion, this must be because he thinks you are qualified to be his opponent. This means that perhaps it is time for the Lionheart Club to make a change."

Chu Zihang listened calmly.

"...Student Chu Zihang, I formally invite you to become the new president of the Lionheart Club after you enroll in the next semester." President Tis said seriously.

Normal people should have understood what he meant from his last sentence without him saying it proactively... But Chu Zihang...

For the first time, President Tis felt that not liking to talk was such a bad habit.