Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Doesn’t Want to Become a Night City Legend

Chapter 298 Acceleration

Caesar Gattuso was a man who doubted the world before he doubted himself.

Therefore, he never intended to believe the two strangers who appeared out of nowhere.

Moreover, even putting everything else aside, his memory clearly has logical problems.

1167 is only the final confirmation.

Caesar had long been prepared to turn against his family because he felt that his family had always been quite suspicious.

After all, they are the beneficiaries of the system.

It seems suspicious no matter how you look at it.

However, being thrown into the air at an altitude of 10,000 meters right away still caught Caesar somewhat off guard.

"Cough cough cough cough."

Smoke and dust rise from the cracked earth, and the once towering rock peaks are now just jagged remnants, like skeletons gnawed by a giant beast.

The sandstorm swirled low in the sky. Caesar struggled to get up, but like a newborn horse, he couldn't manage it. He could only use his shoulders to lean against the broken bricks next to him to support his height.

In the end, he used the alchemical bombs provided by the equipment department to throw Pompeii down. He used the reaction force, the air passage of the Kamaitachi, and the dragon wings of the fourth level of bloodlust to forcibly slow down. Even so, he was still thrown around in a daze.

His leg was broken, at least 40% of the bones in his body were shattered, and almost all of his internal organs were bleeding. If it weren't for his amazing recovery ability in the state of blood gushing, he had no doubt that he would have died.

Rather, it's more accurate to say...
(Am I still managing to stay rational?)

Caesar was a proud man.

But pride and arrogance are two different things. Caesar's pride was based on his absolute understanding of himself and his unreserved analysis of others.

Therefore, he believed that if Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei could do it, there was no reason why he couldn't.

But when he actually did it, he began to feel a sense of unease.

Could it be that this is the reason why the Gattuso family considers my bloodline to be rare? That I am relatively less susceptible to being consumed by the violence of dragon blood?
But before Caesar could reach a conclusion, he heard a strange noise from the side.

Kala.
The man, shirtless, had long, golden hair that cascaded over his skin. Although he was reluctant to admit it, Caesar had to acknowledge, based solely on his physique and appearance, that this man was indeed his father.

He is strong but not bulky, with a body shape that is in the golden ratio.

Even covered in dust, it still stood tall like an ancient Greek god of war, without a trace of dishevelment.

He glanced around and soon spotted Caesar, then grinned and walked over.

monster.

That was all Caesar could say.

Caesar knew, of course, that from the moment the 'battle' with Pompeii began, this guy had been holding back—no, he'd been holding back an entire Pacific Ocean.

Not only did it deliberately use human form, but it also showed no signs of becoming dragon-like at all.

Despite possessing the power to instantly teleport himself to the sky, Caesar's 'self-destruct declaration' was meaningless from the start. Even so, he still cooperated and began the battle.

The trembling in the air was also enough; simply switching the Word of Power—no, even just using [Moment]—would be enough to defeat Caesar.

This guy was toying with him from beginning to end, as if testing what tools he could use or what methods he could use to please him.

Don't look at me like that~

Pompeii said.

"This is just a father's tenderness; I want to see if there's anything wrong with my son's growth."

"Stop saying such disgusting things to me!"

Caesar charged forward, throwing a punch at Odin. His fist, covered in dragon scales, looked incredibly imposing and powerful enough to pierce through the bank vault door.

But of course, Pompeii reacted first and dodged to the side.

Not finished yet.

Caesar's punch abruptly stopped; the previous blow was merely a feint. In the brief moment of pause, in Pompeii's blind spot, the scales beneath Caesar's palm suddenly protruded, like a barbed longsword stabbing downwards! In an instant, they grazed Pompeii's skin!

"Oh no! How scary!"

Pompeii had not expected that, despite being so lenient, he would almost be hit and narrowly avoid the blow.

Caesar's combo was like a torrent, but it was all dodged or blocked with his hands.

The scene resembled a spoiled child waving a weak fist at a father who was half a head taller than him, while the latter simply played along with the 'game' with a smile on his face.

But the game should end the moment you get tired of Pompeii.

Caesar adjusted his breathing, and in a sudden instant, he flipped his hand from his waist, and a flash of inspiration appeared!

boom!
There was a muffled sound.

Caesar's outstretched fist was caught firmly. Pompeii, before his dragon transformation, had a Caucasian-looking fist, but his seemingly fragile skin remained unscathed in the collision with Caesar, who was in a state of bloodlust at four levels, and easily caught the outstretched fist.

"It's almost time~"

The moment Pompeii finished speaking, Caesar felt an overwhelming sense of dizziness.

His body was pulled forward, and just as he was about to fall, his legs were swept down by Pompeii.

Pompeii suddenly yanked forward, destroying all the scales on Caesar's arm. The pain of having his hair ripped out made Caesar's brain go blank for a moment.

Twisting downwards and dropping his shoulders, Caesar's body plummeted uncontrollably downwards, his knees slamming into the ground, dust flying everywhere, and his arms cracking as they broke.

“Let’s stop here for now,” Pompeii nodded. “There’s no need to push ourselves so hard.”

"What have you done to my memories?!" Caesar seized the opportunity to demand angrily.

"memory?"

For some reason, Pompeii was stunned for a moment before he realized what was happening.

"Ah, you mean Lu Mingfei's matter? Memories. Memories. You can understand it that way, but rather than memories, it's more like your 'correctness' has been replaced, right?"

"If you want to know how it's done, this is the [Word of Power: World of Samsara], a word of power that replaces the world. Only the mysterious being who usurped the White King can use it in this world."

"Caesar, you're at that age, and I understand that you're a bit immature. Things like companions, betraying the world, and fighting against powerful enemies you can't fight must excite you. But once you understand that these things are meaningless, you'll mature a little more."

“Your mother didn’t have the chance to tell you these things.”

Caesar's body stiffened slightly when those two words were mentioned.

Click click click—click click quack quack—

Pompeii crushed Caesar's bones in his hand, still smiling as he asked.

"Shall we continue?"

"—Stop talking nonsense!"

Caesar, enduring the pain, spoke firmly.

You know the answer!

After saying that, Caesar deliberately broke his arm and then used a side-spinning kick to strike Odin's thighs at the two points.

His body tilted only slightly, almost imperceptibly, but soon Odin let out a muffled sound of doubt.

The pulling force came from his ankle. Odin looked down and saw that Caesar's discarded dagger on the ground had turned into a triangular piece of iron, tightly pressed against the ground.

The strong magnetic field caused the military boots that Caesar had just used to explode to generate a pulling force far exceeding the limits of biological limits, causing Odin to kneel down instead of being able to do so, and his body to tilt to one side.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Caesar plunged the dragon wings from his back into Pompeii's ribs, trapping his hands.

And his only intact fist was ready.

"call--------"

Caesar puffed out his cheeks and unleashed a powerful punch that cut through the air with a dark, sharp edge!

But, you won't win.

Pompeii smiled outwardly, but his expression remained indifferent.

The Sky King's reflexes allow him to dodge attacks from objects flying dozens or hundreds of times faster, even without activating his Word of Power.

Although Caesar has undergone four bloodlusts, he already stands at the pinnacle of hybrid races in this era.

However, it was still not enough to hit the Dragon King.

By simply tilting his head to dodge and adjusting his center of gravity, Pompeii was able to break free from the magnetic field weapon and regain the initiative.

Finish--

[Buzz! ————————]

But in a daze, he heard it.

Familiar voice.

The sound is scaled down, from loud to soft.

Like the vibration of sound within a shuttle.

That is
In the amber-colored, stagnant spacetime, Caesar's fist suddenly accelerated, leaving afterimages.

boom!
The fist struck Pompeii squarely in the face.

The man tilted his head back high!

(End of this chapter)