Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

Ange knew that this was Li Wu Yue's revenge. Even if the evil Dragon King was beaten unconscious, he would still leave one last trick.

"Do you need help?"

Ye Fan leaned against the bookshelf, playing with a rose he had just picked from the vase in his hand, his tone as calm as if he was discussing the weather.

Ange raised his head with great difficulty, his golden eyes flashing coldly in pain. He stood up tremblingly, holding on to the long table. Every movement felt like his muscles were tearing.

"No need...this little pain won't kill me."

He gasped, his eyes sweeping across the mess in the office—the overturned globe, the broken vase, and the lingering blood on the floor...

His gaze finally fell on his intact chest. There wasn't even a scar there, only a faint warmth left after being repaired by the power of life.

"So... I am now considered the first generation?"

Ange stretched his stiff neck and rubbed the skin of his chest with his fingertips.

He could clearly feel the strange power surging in his blood. It was the might of a dragon that was a hundred times more powerful than an S-class hybrid, yet it was restrained by some gentle authority and showed no signs of getting out of control.

Ye Fan pinned the rose on his chest, walked to Ange, and lightly touched his arm with his fingertips. A light golden light flowed along his skin:

"Based solely on his bloodline and physical strength, he is indeed a first-generation species."

He withdrew his hand and looked at Ange's body, which was trembling slightly due to the flow of power:

"But it will take several years to reach the perfect form, and the remaining power of Li Wuyue needs to be slowly digested."

Ange walked to the sofa and sat down, he let out a long breath, spread his palms upwards, a ball of pale air swirled around his fingertips, that was the original power of the Wind King's Word Spirit, but at this moment it was as docile as a pet.

"It's unbelievable..." He sighed softly, "I thought S-rank was the end point, and that I could only barely fight against the dragons with the help of bloodline refining technology, but now I can feel their power with my own hands."

He clenched his fists, and the airflow suddenly exploded and then contracted in an instant, his bones humming softly. "This feeling of getting stronger little by little... is very clear."

Ye Fan sat down on the sofa opposite him and poured himself a glass of whiskey: "I thought you would be angry."

Ange raised an eyebrow: "Why?"

"After all, you are the person who hates dragons the most in this world."

Ye Fan shook the wine glass, and the amber liquid left traces on the wall of the glass:

"You are now essentially a dragon, with only 1-2% of your human blood remaining. You are no different from the creature you hate the most."

"Hahaha..." Ange suddenly laughed, his laughter was full of the vicissitudes of life. "Do you think I'm so pedantic?"

He lowered his hand, and the pale air dissipated into the air. "I've already had dragon blood flowing through my veins. When my blood bursts, I even transform into a dragon for a short time. What's the harm in having a little more?"

His smile slowly faded, and his eyes were as sharp as a knife:

"What I want is the destruction of the dragon race. As for how or what form it takes, it doesn't matter. The result is everything."

There was endless loneliness hidden in that smile, like a soldier standing alone in the ruins, pretending to be calm in front of his comrades' ashes.

Ye Fan nodded: "I didn't bother to care about the dragon cocoon in your body. After all, it keeps you energetic and can even compete with the emperor level."

He paused, then added, "But my frequent contact with you has stimulated Li Wuyue to wake up, so I decided to let you completely control this power."

"That really helped me a lot."

Ange stood up and stretched his body, the muscles under his suit taut with strength. "Now that I can master all the Wind King's Word Spirits and my bloodline is comparable to the Emperor level, there is no need to play tricks anymore."

"Come on," Ye Fan sneered, "You call that 'tactics'."

"Oh, don't expose me." Ange adjusted his tie, a sly look flashing in his eyes, "I am a peace-loving person."

"What a coincidence, me too." Ye Fan raised his glass in gesture.

The father and son looked at each other and saw a knowing smile in each other's eyes.

Ange stretched, his bones making a series of crisp sounds. "It's time to get down to business. I'll take you to take over my network of contacts."

He was full of vigor and energy at the moment, like an eighteen-year-old boy, with a radical edge hidden in the elegance of an English gentleman. "My strength has increased, and the warlike genes in my dragon blood have awakened. It's a good time to find some 'old friends' to chat with."

"Where is the first stop?" Ye Fan asked.

"North America."

Ange walked to the window and looked at the campus in the morning mist. "The scenery there is nice, but there is a group of humans who want to replace the dragon throne. I used to consider their feelings, but now it's time to give them a warning."

"You're so stingy that you want to take revenge just after you become stronger." Ye Fan shook his head helplessly.

"Same here." Ange turned around and smiled, then turned and walked out. "We are essentially no different."

His back was as straight as a pine tree, no longer looking old, as if he had regained the sharpness of his youth.

This old man who once supported the world alone finally has the capital to act recklessly.

"Hey, take Finger with you!" Ye Fan shouted behind him, "He should want to go back to his hometown."

"Go and call him yourself," Ange waved his hand without looking back, "He's training in the dormitory and won't come out until night."

His mind was full of how to modify the aircraft - the special aircraft was not deterrent enough, and he had to let the crazy people in the equipment department use alchemy to upgrade it.

Ever since Ye Fan left his elementary alchemy secret book in the equipment department, those 100-odd crazy people have been studying it all day and night.

Although Flamel judged that they had no talent for learning alchemy, after unremitting efforts, these lunatics actually figured out some things indirectly.

Ange is in a very happy mood now. He wants to fill his private plane with bombs, and it would be best if the sight of the plane could make the mixed-blood family feel a little cold.

Everyone in the Equipment Department: The principal has great taste!

Chapter 211 North America Trip

"What a reckless old man." Ye Fan shrugged and turned to walk towards the dormitory area.

The dormitory is airtight, and the soundproofing materials keep all sounds contained within the space.

In front of outsiders, Finkel still looks like that useless guy.

He didn't want anyone to discover his broken bones, which was also related to the next plan, but also took into account Finkel's training needs.

Ye Fan specially took him to another dormitory.

It is more like a villa than a dormitory. Although it is not very big, it is enough for Fingle to exercise in the basement.

Both the sound insulation and shockproof materials were made by Ye Fan himself, ensuring that no one would discover Finkel's abnormality.

At this moment, Finkel was squatting with a three-thousand-pound dumbbell. Sweat dripped down his jawline and hit the floor, leaving dark marks.

"One hundred and ninety-nine...two hundred!"

He growled and slammed the dumbbells onto the ground, his chest heaving violently.

He pinched the knotted muscles on his arm and sighed, "Dragon Blood Crystal is really a good thing. Give me another year and I will definitely reach the Emperor level."

He walked to the knife rack and stroked the handle of Murasame's knife: "The Dark Flame Demon Blade can be used seven times now, and at least ten times after it reaches the Emperor level. By then, the first generation will be able to fight. Ye Fan must strengthen Murasame again."

"Are you treating me as a tool?" Ye Fan's voice suddenly rang out.

Finger turned around in surprise: "You're finally back! The dragon blood crystals are almost used up."

He stretched out his hand and asked Ye Fan for something, looking very righteous.

He had long known that Ye Fan possessed the ability to travel around the world. So he was not at all surprised by Ye Fan's sudden visit, after all, they were roommates.

We are destined to disturb each other.

"Could you please stop being so familiar?"

Ye Fan complained, but still threw over a handful of dragon blood crystals.

These things are just consumables that are readily available to him. If Finkel swallows ten more of them, he will be able to securely advance to the emperor level.

"Give me Murasame again." Ye Fan stretched out his hand.

Finkel quickly took the knife from the knife rack and handed it over.

Ye Fan pulled out the blade and flicked it lightly, and a crisp buzzing sound echoed in the enclosed space.

"The material has reached its limit, and can only be enchanted."

As he spoke, an alchemical field unfolded beneath his feet. A golden matrix flowed across the floor, and runes that transformed the fifth element into fire were imprinted on the blade one by one.

After swinging the knife a few times, Ye Fan still felt a little dissatisfied. From his current perspective, this knife couldn't even cut through his dragon scales.

This is very bad. It can't even cut the dragon scales of the first generation. Although the gold content of his first generation is quite high, this knife can only barely chop other first generation species at best, and cannot cause serious damage.

Then he cut open his palm and poured his dragon blood on Murasame.

Golden blood seeped into the blade, emitting a dazzling red light, and the blade trembled slightly as if it had life.

Dragon blood is the best enchanting and strengthening material, and Ye Fan's dragon blood is the best choice.

This knife is more than enough to strengthen Fingle.

"This is the only way for now." Ye Fan withdrew his hand, and the wound healed instantly. "Wait until I master the cause and effect and concept-based alchemy kingdoms, and then I will upgrade you."

"Enough, enough!" Finkel snatched Murasame away and waved it excitedly. "Now I can use the Dark Flame Demon Blade ten times! This firepower is amazing!"

Being able to use a big move like the Dark Flame Demon Blade 7 times is actually pretty good, but under Ye Fan's leadership, Finkel also developed a phobia of being afraid of insufficient firepower.

Now that he had three more opportunities to use it, he was naturally very happy.

Now, not only can he cut the overpass in half with one blow, but even chopping it into pieces would be easy for him!

"That's good," Ye Fan raised his eyebrows, "It's just right, come with me to North America."

"Going to North America?" Finkel's face fell. "Han Gao is going to nag me to lead the army again, right? I won't go."

"I'm not asking you to lead the army," Ye Fan pulled out a mechanical spine from the Nibelungen and shook it in front of him, "I'll show you something good - Sian Westin, a civilian model."

"Sian Westin? What a strange name." Finkel took the spine and looked at it over and over again.

"Such details are not important." Ye Fan's cheeks flushed slightly. He couldn't say that he saw this in an anime in his previous life.

"It looks like a mechanical spine used to replace a damaged human spine. In the medical field, it is indeed an epoch-making invention." Finkel sighed as he looked at Sian Westin.

"It does have the function of replacing damaged spines, but its main function is acceleration. A portion of the Time Zero Matrix has been implanted inside it, which can double the speed and reflexes."

Ye Fan explained.

Hearing Ye Fan's words, Finger's eyes lit up instantly, and he hugged the mechanical spine tightly:

"Holy crap! This thing has its own spiritual power! With this thing, combined with the bronze throne and my power, I can easily defeat the next generation!"

"It's just for civilian use. Look at you, you look like you've never seen the world." Ye Fan said contemptuously.