From the moment she kidnapped Erii, she became a roadblock.

This morning, Guan Luo received a notification asking him to go to the temporary operations command center.

He said he wanted to tell him some detailed information about Bavi so that he could better prepare for the battle tomorrow.

When Guan Luo arrived, he saw some familiar faces; Professor Schneider was already there.

Principal Angers did not come; it is said that he flew directly to Beijing to visit his old friend.

Whether he comes or not is irrelevant; after all, killing Bavi is something I will definitely have to do myself.

Guan Luo looked around and found that there were quite a few mixed-race people native to China.

Guan Luo and Erii arrived at a conference room where everyone was already present. When they arrived, they saw Guan Luo and Erii take their seats, and a man in military uniform at the head of the group turned on the projector.

Experts from different fields stepped forward to analyze the operation and assess the intensity of Bavi.

Guan Luo was getting drowsy, as he didn't understand many of the terms. He hadn't learned the basics about dragons yet, and he'd only been at Kassel College for a few days.

The meeting lasted until noon, ending just before Guan Luo felt hungry.

By this time, the wind outside had become very strong, and the outer bands of the typhoon had already affected this area.

As Guan Luo walked out of the hall, four people suddenly blocked their way.

It was Little Tyrant's four-person combat team.

Some staff members nearby also saw it, but they kept their distance, since neither side was easy to mess with.

Moreover, since Xiaobawang is a representative of the new generation of hybrids in China, it must have been tacitly approved by the higher-ups to have done this.

As for Guan Luo and Erii, hardly anyone even knows them...

The leader was a burly man with a square face and a thick beard around his chin, who looked to be in his thirties.

He walked up to Guan Luo alone. He was tall and could almost cover Guan Luo's entire body. In fact, Guan Luo was not short at all, standing at 1.8 meters tall.

However, he still appeared half a head shorter than the other person.

The little tyrant spoke up in a muffled voice:

"Hello, would you like to have a match with me?"

Guan Luo looked up at him slightly and found that the other person was looking at her calmly with a serious expression.

Moreover, judging from the other party's tone, this inquiry seems to be just that—an inquiry. If I wanted to refuse, the other party would probably just leave.

Although I don't know why the other party wants to challenge me, if it's just a friendly spar, it's not a bad idea.

Judging from the opponent's muscles, which are like blocks of iron, his fighting ability is definitely not weak, and he gives people the feeling of someone who has been through many battles.

Guan Luo nodded.

I am physically fit, but my combat skills and experience are very weak.

Fighting more is never a bad thing.

I can't always be fighting with Erii.

When fighting Erii, she always held back, unable to let go.

I remember watching her fight against some contractor from some unknown amusement park; her movements were clean and efficient.

When he examined the other man's wound, he discovered that it was a fatal blow, indicating an extremely ruthless attack.

When fighting against myself, it always feels like an exhibition match. I'll have a good talk with Erii when I get back and tell her to be ruthless towards me.

Little Tyrant led the way, taking Guan Luo and Erii to a prepared indoor training area.

"I'm twenty-four years old this year. I've been learning how to fight since I was a child, so I'm probably much older than you, which gives me an advantage. You'd better watch out."

Guan Luo was somewhat surprised; the other person seemed a bit older than he was, looking like he was in his thirties despite being only twenty-four.

There were other mixed-race individuals in the training room, doing some strength and endurance training.

The battlefield is somewhat like an octagonal cage, surrounded by a fence made of metal pillars.

Erii looked around at the men and women training with curiosity. She was no longer afraid of strangers, but she still didn't talk to them.

When Little Tyrant passed by, mixed-race people would greet him from time to time, all showing genuine respect, which made him seem to have a high level of prestige.

The other mixed-race individuals, whose status and identity were not high, did not know who Guan Luo was.

The battle videos related to Guan Luo have all been sealed in top-secret archives, and only a few people know about them.

But they knew Chen Lixing, the Little Tyrant. He was almost universally recognized as the strongest among the younger generation. Even compared to some geniuses from mixed-race families abroad, he was in no way inferior, after all, he possessed S-level bloodline.

In fact, the Chen family is one of the top mixed-race families in China.

"Who's that? Is he going to fight Little Tyrant?"

"I don't know, I've never heard of it, and I've never seen it."

The crowd was buzzing with discussion.

Guan Luo arrived at the center of the field.

Do you need protective gear?

Guan Luo shook his head; in his eyes, those protective gear were practically useless.

Seeing that the Little Tyrant was not using a weapon, Guan Luo did not draw his own spear either.

After all, pulling out a spear that's over 3 meters long is a bit too much, especially since the entire arena only looks to be about 20 meters in diameter.

There's an old saying: "Practicing shooting but not boxing will lead to nothing in old age."

Fist techniques are the foundation of most combat skills and are of paramount importance. If you master fist techniques, you will find many commonalities when you learn to use a spear.

Seeing Guan Luo want to fight Xiao Bawang hand-to-hand, even his other three teammates who knew the inside story were a little uneasy.

If Guan Luo used the spear that killed the fourth-generation beast in the video, they felt they could hold their own against Little Tyrant for a while.

But unarmed combat... that's a bit too arrogant.

Seeing that Guan Luo was not using a weapon, the Little Tyrant frowned slightly, his thick eyebrows twisting into a knot like a dark cloud.

But he quickly relaxed because after Guan Luo got into a fighting stance, he felt a strong sense of pressure from Guan Luo, as if he were facing a prehistoric giant elephant.

In battle, one must show the utmost respect to one's opponent. Moreover, he knew Guan Luo was no weakling; that surging aura alone made him feel threatened.

Word of Power: Bronze Throne, activate!

"ᛊᚻ·ᛗᛟ·ᛃᚱ……" The dragon pattern unique to opening the bronze throne was uttered from the mouth of the Little Tyrant.

Guan Luo could easily understand the information contained in the dragon script.

"My body is the city wall..."

Little Tyrant's skin quickly took on a bronze hue, and his heartbeat sounded like a drum.

The bronze throne, blessed with S-rank bloodline, may even be stronger than Fingel's. Of course, this is only a possibility, since Fingel's level of development of Word of Power may be higher.

After all, Fingel is capable of severing an overpass with a single strike. If Guan Luo were to do it, it would be impossible without activating his Word of Power.

The little tyrant leans forward, adopting the posture of a wild beast hunting, like a fierce tiger. This is the starting stance of Xingyi Quan.

No one around knew why the Little Tyrant activated his Word of Power right away. Wasn't that a bit too much of a bully?