Dragon Raja: Back from Tiling, My Mother Lu Mingfei

The "White Mark" has been established.

[Contractee: Hilbert Jean Angers]

[Emotional Connection Analysis: Strong curiosity + interest in observation + ...]

Duration: 300 seconds

[Countdown: 04:59]

Hilbert Jean Angers.

Huai Xu simply saw Angers' name in the list of contractable entities, gave it a try, and unexpectedly succeeded.

Principal.

Avenging god, civil war god, S-class hybrid, KFC spokesperson, a 130-year-old monster, and the boss of Kassel College.

Although it was only "partial power" and only lasted for five minutes, but...

enough.

Five minutes should be enough to take down two young punks like Angers.

Caesar and Chu Zihang have already repositioned themselves.

The two men stood on either side of Huai Xu, the tips of their knives pointing at him.

In the previous exchange, neither of them gained the upper hand.

But it's not time to admit defeat yet.

"Interesting." Caesar cracked his neck. "Chu Zihang, what do you think?"

Chu Zihang remained expressionless. "His physical abilities have suddenly become stronger."

"Yes. And it's more than one level stronger."

Caesar gripped his hunting knife tighter. "So he was faking it just now?"

Chu Zihang shook his head.

Caesar smirked. "Then..."

Before he could finish speaking, Huai Xu moved.

This time, he didn't stand still and wait.

He charged straight at him.

Caesar's pupils contracted, and he held his hunting knife horizontally in front of him to block.

boom--

The fist slammed into the blade, and Caesar was forced back three steps, his hand going numb.

Before he could regain his footing, Huai Xu's second punch had already landed.

The punch bypassed the hunting knife and went straight for his face.

Caesar tilted his head to dodge, the force of the punch whistling past his ear!

Chu Zihang cut in from the side, while Cun Yu stabbed towards Huai Xu's waist.

Without even looking, Huai Xu reached out with his left hand, pinched the tip of the knife between two fingers, and flicked it outwards.

Chu Zihang was thrown back, knife and all, and only managed to regain his balance after taking four or five steps.

Caesar took the opportunity to create some distance, panting heavily as he looked at Huai Xu, a hint of horror flashing in his eyes.

fast!

too fast!

He barely had a chance to catch his breath during that series of attacks.

If Huai Xu's moves hadn't been so rusty and many of his actions hadn't been off, he might have already been lying on the ground.

Chu Zihang and Caesar distanced themselves again, one on the left and the other on the right, their blades pointing at Huai Xu, neither making the first move.

Behind a floor-to-ceiling window on a high-rise teaching building in the distance.

Hilbert Jean Angers sat in a chair, legs crossed, holding a cup of black tea, his gaze fixed on the white-haired boy in the square.

His original intention was to see Lu Mingfei and see what surprises this old friend could give him.

But this kid named Huai Xu gave him a pleasant surprise.

"interesting."

Angers picked up his teacup, took a sip, and smiled slightly.

He saw those two moves very clearly.

Caesar and Chu Zihang made their move again.

The two had long since developed a perfect working relationship, as if they had grown up wearing the same pair of pants. One on the left and one on the right, they slashed one after another, each slash aimed at vital points.

Huai Xu still only uses both hands to deal with things.

He blocked Chu Zihang with his left hand and Caesar with his right, and occasionally managed to launch a counterattack with a punch.

After more than a dozen rounds, Caesar and Chu Zihang realized that they couldn't even touch Huai Xu.

He was either blocked or dodged, and occasionally he would get punched, making him wince in pain.

After being repelled once again, the two looked at each other and then suddenly separated.

Caesar walked around to Huai Xu's back, while Chu Zihang stood still.

Two figures charged toward Huai Xu in a pincer-like formation.

A pincer attack from both sides.

This was the consensus they had just reached with their eyes.

Huai Xu's close-combat skills are too bizarre.

Whether attacking simultaneously or alternately, it will be blocked. The only way is to launch a fatal attack simultaneously from two completely opposite directions.

Getting closer.

five meters.

three meters.

Two meters.

Huai Xu stood still, motionless.

He put his hands in his pockets, as if he hadn't noticed that the two of them were already very close.

Caesar frowned.

What are you doing?

Have you given up?

Not like.

Given the fighting style he just displayed, it's impossible for him to give up so easily.

Why didn't he move?

Chu Zihang didn't think much of it. Regardless of Huai Xu's plans, now was the best time to attack.

If we miss this window, and Huai Xu adjusts his position, then attacking from both sides will be pointless.

At that very moment, Huai Xu spoke.

Is it some kind of... syllable? A syllable I've never heard of before, not belonging to any known language in the world.

Melodious, ancient, majestic, and grand, it resembles some ancient incantation or some sacred prayer.

Caesar's expression changed.

Chu Zihang's pupils suddenly contracted.

He sensed it.

Caesar sensed it too.

He was very familiar with that feeling.

Words of power!

This is the power of words!

But how is that possible?

The discipline is in place!

The rules, personally upheld by the vice-principal, cover the entire academy, rendering any incantation ineffective!

Why can he use it?

The last syllable falls.

【Word of Power - Time Zero】.

Turn on.

The world's flow has changed.

In Huai Xu's view, everything became slow motion.

Angers' hand, holding the teacup, froze in mid-air.

He looked at the white-haired boy in the square, his expression shifting from surprise to astonishment. "Time Zero?"

Angers was very familiar with this Word of Power.

Because he himself is the holder.

The hybrid possessing this power of words can be almost certainly classified as S-rank.

It wasn't because of his own standards, but because this kind of incantation itself has extremely high requirements for the purity of bloodline.

If the bloodline isn't pure enough, it's impossible to control.

This new student not only mastered it, but also forcibly activated it under the suppression of the precepts.

The principle of precepts is very simple.

The vice-principal used his incantation in conjunction with the alchemical matrix to cover the entire academy, suppressing all hybrids whose bloodlines were inferior to his.

However, if a person's bloodline is stronger than that of the vice-principal, the rules cannot completely suppress it.

At most, it can only be weakened.

Therefore, Angers can also activate [Time Zero] in the academy, but the effect will be weakened.

Now, there's one more person.

And he's a freshman.

Angers put down his teacup and re-examined the figure in the square.

interesting.

That's so interesting.

In the central square.

The two men, who had just been as fierce as cheetahs, now looked like comical mime actors, deliberately slowing down their movements.

Huai Xu even had time to observe the pores on Caesar's face.

It's quite clean.

Angers' "Time Zero".

To be precise, it is the [time zero] after two weakenings.

It was weakened once by copying from Angena, and then weakened again by the suppression of [Discipline].

But that's enough to deal with those two.

The locust tree has moved.

His first step was taken, and Caesar's eyes had only just begun to move.

Huai Xu walked up to Chu Zihang, clenched his right fist, took a deep breath, and punched him in the stomach.

boom--

Huai Xu did not look in the direction Chu Zihang flew off to.

He turned to face Caesar.

Caesar's hunting knife was still falling in slow motion.

Huai Xu strode towards him and slapped Caesar's wrist with his right hand.

Ka!

The hunting knife flew out of his hand.

Then, under the effect of [Time Zero], the knife spun gracefully and slowly in mid-air, its blade reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun, circling around and around.

Huai Xu began to throw punches.

The first punch.

It hit Caesar on the left cheek.

Caesar's head was tilted to the right.

In slow motion, the ripples of flesh that spread out after being hit are clearly visible.

The second punch.

It struck Caesar's right cheek.

Caesar's head tilted to the left again.

The third punch.

The fourth punch.

The fifth punch.

Each punch was weak.

Every punch landed precisely on Caesar's face.

It's like hitting a sandbag.

Under the effect of [Time Zero], his physical reactions were slowed down far too much. He couldn't even make a face when he was being hit, let alone fight back.

Huai Xu was hitting the target when he suddenly stopped.

He thought about it and changed his playing style.

Turn around.

With his back to Caesar.

She reached her left hand to her forehead and lifted the wig that was hanging down.

He stretched his right hand behind him and punched Caesar in the face repeatedly.

He was hitting someone while flipping his hair.

From a normal person's perspective, this scene looks like this:

Huai Xu's figure instantly became a blur.

One second he was in front of Chu Zihang, the next he was in front of Caesar.

First, he knocked Caesar's knife away with a palm strike, then a series of light punches, too fast to see clearly, landed densely on Caesar's face.

After a few blows, Huai Xu suddenly turned around, his back to Caesar.

One hand brushes against her hair.

He continued hitting her with his other hand, swinging it back and forth; he looked utterly deserving of a beating.

The onlookers were stunned.

What kind of playing style is this?

Wing Chun?

That's fucking insulting.

Lu Mingfei stood behind, his mouth agape, wide enough to fit an egg.

As he watched Huai Xu turn his back to Caesar, tossing his hair and beating someone, only one thought occupied his mind:

You're so sexy...

["White Mark" Remaining Time: 0:00]

The contract has ended.

[Blessing's remaining time: 0:00]

Lady Luck's favor has ended.

The world instantly returned to normal speed.

Chu Zihang knelt on one knee, one hand clutching his stomach, the other gripping Murasame for support. He hadn't completely collapsed, but he was close. There was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, and his breathing was rapid and erratic.

Caesar...

Caesar lay down on the ground.

Large font.

Face up.

His expression was serene.

The entire room fell silent.

Even those who were pretending to be dead were dumbfounded.

One against two.

Crushing and beating Caesar Chu Zihang...

In other words...

Huai Xu won!