Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

"No matter where you are on the planet, when something more important comes up, I don't need to notify everyone individually. I can gather everyone here and discuss it together."

Ye Fan spread out his hands, showing this space to everyone, displaying the style of the master of the house.

Patriarch Howard suddenly straightened up and said, "The power of the Heavenly Emperor is truly astonishing."

"These are just some small handmade creations." Ye Fan smiled and waved his hands. "Come and sit down. We will all discuss countermeasures together from now on."

As he waved his arms, the bodies of Howard and Rogerson floated uncontrollably in the air. The two majestic chairs were pulled back, and the two men sat down steadily.

There are now a total of 5 people in the entire meeting, Ye Fan sitting in the main seat, and 4 people on both sides of him.

The head of the Howard family looked at Rogerson who was facing him. This two-meter-tall strong man gave him a strange feeling.

It seemed that the other party was not a hybrid, but a violent brown bear, and there was a faint smell of gunpowder all over its body.

"Excuse me, who is this gentleman?" asked the head of the Howard family.

Of course he knew Caesar, the young master of the Gattuso family, and he had also met Selina, the eldest daughter of the Beowulf family, several times.

They are all the upper class in the world of mixed races, and the change of power is accompanied by the change of interpersonal relationships.

We've met each other a few times at various gatherings.

The only thing he had no impression of was the man in front of him. This showed that he was probably a civilian half-blood, and it seemed that his bloodline was not strong, probably only around B grade.

Patriarch Howard looked at Rogerson.

"He is the captain of the 001st Heavenly Squad, a special forces unit directly under the Heavenly Court."

Ye Fan responded:

"Rogerson and his crew will be the main force in the future against the dragons—after undergoing appropriate transformation, of course."

Rogerson felt a surge of hostility coming from the direction of the Howard family head.

The look in the Howard family head's eyes reminded him of the arms dealers he had seen on the battlefield.

Rogerson remembered that the Howard family was a top arms trafficking family. They were damned arms dealers!

"I heard the Howard family made a fortune selling missiles to war zones?"

Rogerson deliberately turned his right arm, and the alloy joints made a clicking sound:

"One of my comrades was killed by one of your cluster bombs—the ones designed to look like candy to attract children."

There was a hint of provocation in his tone. Rogerson would not give any gift to this guy who had caused countless killings.

He became a mercenary more or less due to the instigation of these guys, otherwise he would have stayed in his hometown and gotten married and had children.

And this damn group of arms criminals, the weapons they produced made him lose his home forever...

The Howard family head's golden eyes suddenly contracted. "Business is like a battlefield. The weak will..."

He stopped talking halfway. In his opinion, it was an act of disrespect to quibble under Ye Fan's nose.

He raised his head and looked at Ye Fan with some uneasiness, but Ye Fan still maintained a decent smile.

But this smile is a little cold at this moment.

"That's enough."

Ye Fan's voice was very soft, but it caused the temperature of the entire space to drop sharply. "I didn't call you here to listen to a military debate."

"Yes, I understand, Mr. Ye!"

Rogerson hurriedly bowed his head towards Ye Fan, as if he was going to kneel down, but the ancient table and majestic chair stopped him.

Here, Ye Fan holds power and authority, and even if he wants to kneel down, he must get his permission.

"Remember to address your title in a place like this, Rogerson. From now on, call me Emperor of Heaven." Ye Fan said calmly.

"Yes, I understand, Lord Emperor of Heaven!" Rogerson said loudly.

Ye Fan nodded slightly in response.

Chapter 223 The Power of Prosthetics

The air froze for a few seconds.

Selina suddenly chuckled. "Interesting, a C-class cyborg versus an A-class pureblood. Heavenly Emperor, why don't you let them fight?"

She licked her sharp canine teeth. "It's a Beowulf tradition—conflicts must be resolved with blood."

"Also, I believe this is also an eternal tradition in the mixed-blood world."

Caesar raised an eyebrow. "I thought that was a medieval custom."

"In modern times, we call it 'real combat exercises,' Caesar. Nobleman's methods don't apply here."

Ye Fan stood up, his black windbreaker fluttering without wind:

"Since a conflict has arisen, it must be resolved. As the leader of the organization, I will naturally not allow it to escalate. If a conflict arises between the armed forces and the logistical forces of the Heavenly Court, it will be a major event."

"Then you two should have a fight. The way for men to decide the outcome is physical combat."

"A fight between a modified C-class hybrid and a relatively stable A-class hybrid is a fair one. It's a good opportunity for everyone to see the potential of their prosthetics."

Ye Fan waved his hand again, and the ancient long table was pulled back. Caesar Selina and he were still sitting upright on the majestic chairs, looking at everything in front of them.

The chairs of Rogerson and Howard had disappeared, and their bodies were floating in the air again.

The entire hall became wider.

Space began to twist and reorganize, and the bronze ground expanded into a circular arena with a diameter of 100 meters, with translucent energy barriers rising around it.

"Thank you, Lord Tiandi, for your permission."

The Howard family leader unbuttoned his suit, revealing the blue dragon scale tattoo on his forearm, and smiled cruelly: "I couldn't ask for more than this battle!"

But not just any cat or dog can jump around in front of him.

The only person he believes in is Ye Fan, and Rogerson, a guy with a similar status to him, is not worthy of his treatment now?

"I'm also eager for this opportunity. There aren't many opportunities to smack your ugly face into the ground! Praise the Emperor of Heaven!"

Rogerson grinned, and the Sian Westin on his back gave a hydraulic hiss. Beneath his carbon fiber skin, tiny liquid nitrogen tanks began pumping coolant into his muscles.

"The rules are simple."

Ye Fan's voice came from high above, "Until one side admits defeat or loses the ability to fight."

"start!"

The Howard family head took the initiative, forming complex hand seals with his hands and chanting intricate dragon patterns: "Word Spirit: Kingdom of Water!"

The water molecules in the air instantly condensed into countless water droplets, which accelerated to the speed of bullets within the Word Spirit Realm and shot towards Rogerson.

This is a deadly move that can turn a human body into a sieve.

But the expected blood and flesh flying everywhere did not occur.

Metal sparks flew when the water droplets hit Rogerson's body surface—the nano-ceramic layer implanted under the carbon fiber skin deflected all the attacks.

At the same time, a cloud of steam burst out from Rogerson's back, and Sian Westin started at full power!

"This is Time Zero! No, not the entire Time Zero, but a portion. It's very weak, like something a C-rank hybrid would perform."

"But that's impossible. How could a C-rank hybrid have a time spirit?"

Caesar's blue eyes widened slightly.

In his A-level hybrid vision, Rogerson's figure had become a blurry afterimage.

Now he can only use the sonar function of the Kamaitachi to sense everything happening on the battlefield. To him, sound is more real than vision.

The water shield hastily constructed by the Howard family head was shattered by a punch from the alloy fist.

At the critical moment, he twisted his body forcefully so that the fist that was supposed to hit his heart grazed his ribs.

Even so, the impact still caused him to slide more than ten meters away, and purple bruises were revealed where his suit was torn.

"Interesting." Selina's golden eyes shone startlingly. "The metal is imitating the skeletal structure of a dragon."

Ye Fan saw the performance of the two people, but he just smiled slightly and did not explain. He would explain in detail later.

On the ring, the head of the Howard family wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and suddenly tore open his shirt with a grin.

The dragon scale tattoo on his chest is actually real scales!

The A-level bloodline was fully released, and the moisture in the air began to condense into high-pressure water blades in his hands.

"Round two!"

He swung the two-meter-long water blade and chopped it down, leaving deep grooves on the ground.

Rogerson was unable to dodge and a large piece of bionic skin was cut off from his left shoulder, revealing the alloy skeleton underneath that was flashing with electric light.

"Word Spirit: Great Power!"

Rogerson's pupils contracted, and the tripled strength increase made his mechanical arm hum as it was overwhelmed.

He grabbed the water blade and pulled it hard, dragging the head of the Howard family in front of him and slamming his forehead into the other's nose.

The sound of bones cracking was accompanied by splattering blood. Patriarch Howard stumbled back, but suddenly smiled slyly: "You're breathing."

He snapped his fingers, and the water molecules in Rogerson's trachea suddenly rioted!

This is the Water Kingdom's hidden killer move - to cause internal damage by controlling the water in the enemy's body.

Rogerson fell to his knees, his artificial lung malfunctioning.

But the next second, the emergency valve on his neck opened automatically, directly cutting off the respiratory tract and switching to internal circulation oxygen supply.

"Surprise?" Rogerson's voice turned electronic, his chest opening to reveal a miniature oxygen tank. "Twenty percent of my organs are replaceable parts."

Before the head of the Howard family could recover from his shock, he was kicked in the knee by a sweeping kick.

This time he heard the sound of his own bones breaking - a C-rank hybrid should not have such terrifying power!

"That's enough."

Ye Fan's voice rang out.

The two warriors immediately stopped, as if restrained by an invisible force. The space returned to calm, and all the scars miraculously disappeared.

"Prosthetic technology can make C-class rival A-class." Ye Fan walked towards Rogerson, his fingers brushing over his exposed mechanical parts. "What if it's replaced with a carrier of S-class bloodline?"