Dragon Raja: Reboot

Murasame, with its flickering fiery light, pierced through the thick fog time and time again, leaving crisscrossing, transparent blade marks in the air!

One after another, dark shadows rushed toward the man wielding the long sword, only to shatter at the tip of the blade, turning into pools of ink that were casually scattered in the mist.

When Murasame's blade was stained with black blood, a layer of clear water droplets condensed on the blade, washing away the ink.

Chu Zihang paused slightly, looked around, and placed the knife horizontally on his left arm, the tip of the knife drooping down, with water droplets mixed with ink falling down.

He fought his way out of a deserted area, but more dark shadows emerged from the mist and surrounded him.

At this moment, he had no time to distinguish whether it was an illusion or reality. Just like the past events during that typhoon, when he was still a weak boy, but now he had burned with dragon blood, released the heart of a lion, no longer hesitated, had no wavering, did not ask about cause and effect, and only wanted to hold the knife and cut down!

The sharp wind from the blade once again cleaved through the water mist!

He didn't want to think too deeply; he only wanted to use the sword in his hand to cut down all the enemies!

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Kassel College Main Campus, Central Control Room.

"Operation terminated! Personnel withdrawn!" Manstein jumped to his feet. "The situation is completely chaotic. If this continues, it will alert the Chinese police!"

"We may not be able to stop the operation." Schneider grabbed the microphone to prevent the conversation from being overheard by others on the line. "Chu Zihang... has deviated from the operation plan."

"Disengagement from the plan?" Manstein was stunned. "What do you mean by disengaging from the plan?"

"That means he's still in action, but not on our planned path. He'll retrieve the data independently. As I've said before, he doesn't need teammates. The team will only hinder his actions, not support him."

Schneider said coldly.

"He...alone?" Manstein could hardly believe his ears.

The entire plan was repeatedly simulated by "Norma," and various unexpected events and risks were assessed. Finally, a nine-person team was determined. Each person was a component, and the nine people together formed a complete machine that worked in perfect coordination and operated at high speed.

But now a part has broken away from the machine and is trying to perform the functions of the whole machine independently.

What's even more ridiculous is that the person who created this part firmly believed that it could solve everything.

This is as absurd as a racing tire being prepared to replace a race car in a rally race, while the designer is applauding and cheering for the tire!

"It's not difficult for him. I just hope he remembers my advice and doesn't make a big deal out of it."

Schneider took out the documents he had prepared and handed them to Manstein.

Manstein took the documents with a puzzled look, but after reading only the first few paragraphs, his expression changed drastically.

"This is the real version of his previous mission reports. What you saw in Norman was all edited by me," Schneider said calmly.

Manstein's pupils widened, faintly gleaming gold, and he took a deep breath:

"Schneider...do you even know what your students are?"

"I don't know, but he's no good. He's a trustworthy and good kid. Even though he's in his internship, he's the ace specialist in the execution department!"

Schneider said firmly.

Manstein clutched his forehead, groaning with genuine anguish, "Yes, yes, your students are all good kids, only I'm a bad professor who doubts them!"

Guderian scratched his head and comforted him, "It's alright, I forgive you on Mingfei's behalf."

"Shut up, you idiot who can't tell the occasion or situation!" Manstein roared, veins bulging on his forehead.

Schneider turned to look out the window, remained silent for a long time, and said, "Don't worry, my students have never let me down. He'll hand in his paper in two minutes. He's always punctual."

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The flashes of light from the blade burned all the shadows to ashes.

Chu Zihang stood silently at the entrance of the corridor, his golden eyes fixed on the corner of the corridor.

He was the ultimate victor, crushing the vengeful spirits that had haunted his heart for years with sheer violence. But he did not choose to leave, for he sensed an even greater danger.

The corner of the corridor was pitch black, and there shouldn't have been anything there, yet he vaguely heard beast-like roars, the sparks flying from the clash of swords and claws, and the heavy, slow beat of drums...

Do not……

Chu Zihang suddenly woke up from his daze.

That wasn't the sound of drums, but the beating of a heart!

The two drumbeats, seemingly competing with each other, grew louder, more intense, and higher, even subtly affecting his heart, causing his nearly depleted heart to pump out dragon blood again to fill his weak body!

Two monsters!

Two unimaginable monsters were engaged in a life-or-death battle at the corner of the stairwell!

Faintly, there seemed to be a hysterical roar, but it was suppressed by the thick water mist. The entire building suddenly shook, as if an earthquake had occurred. Heart-wrenching screams came from downstairs. A heart-wrenching groan pierced through the water mist and entered Chu Zihang's ears. The sound of flapping wings broke through the air and disappeared.

Chu Zihang suddenly realized.

The battle is over...

The two terrifying monsters had just decided their battle in a split second, but it was unknown whether the loser or the winner would be the one to leave in the end.

He glanced down at his watch.

Two minutes left.

Chu Zihang took a deep breath, the cold steam seeping into his heart and clearing his mind.

He drew his knife and cautiously and warily made his way to the corner, his footsteps silent.

He couldn't possibly ignore such a fierce battle and turn away, especially on such a strange night.

If the victor leaves, then the loser's body lies on the cold floor; otherwise...

The victor may be waiting for him to come and die!

Chu Zihang gripped the hilt of the knife tightly, his golden eyes burning fiercely, showing no sign of retreat.

He wasted a full ten seconds on a mere five-meter distance.

Chu Zihang suddenly lunged sideways with his knife, but when he saw the face of the person standing in front of the broken window, he looked bewildered.

The man stood in front of the hole, peering around and looking him up, down, left, and right. Then he hugged his shoulders and shivered, as if he had been frozen by the cold wind from high above. Far from being the monster Chu Zihang had imagined, he looked rather... lewd.

"Lu...Mingfei?"

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"Hero, spare my life! I have elderly parents and young children to care for, and my father, who is over seventy, is still waiting for me to take care of him. He hasn't even found a partner yet. I can't die!"

Tang Wei knelt down decisively on the ground, his body trembling, sobbing and crying with snot and tears streaming down his face.

Standing before him were two vicious thugs.

The second thug grinned maliciously, grabbed Tang Wei by the collar, spitting as he said viciously:

"Confess and you'll be treated leniently; resist and you'll be punished severely! Tell me honestly, whose dog are you?! Don't blame me for not warning you, my senior brother's knife doesn't have eyes. If you dare to lie even a word, I'll kill you on the spot, understand?"

He gestured as if he were slicing his chopstick across his crotch.

Tang Wei felt a chill in his groin, his face turned ashen, and he began to wail inwardly.

Oh no, these thugs don't seem to want to kill him, but they're going to torture him to death!

How should I choose between being a person and being a man?