Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

"The time acceleration ability he just used came from the prosthetic spine he replaced, which I named Sian Westin. Just as Caesar said, I imprinted a portion of Time Zero's power into it."

"There's also the Obsidian series' carbon fiber skin and the Obsidian series' alloy skeleton. All of these are military-grade versions, allowing a hybrid to gradually approach dragon perfection."

"Let's discuss this. What do you think of the abilities of these prosthetics?"

"It's great from a functional point of view, but..." Caesar stroked the hunting knife thoughtfully:

"I won't voluntarily replace a healthy limb. But if I were to become disabled while fighting to protect my honor..." He looked at Rogerson. "The Gattuso family doesn't reject pragmatism."

Selina shook her head. "Beowulf's flesh and blood itself is a weapon."

She showed her right hand, suddenly transformed into a dragon, its scales gleaming coldly in the starlight. "Thousands of years of breeding have brought me closer to perfection than any metal. With your help, I don't need to strive for dragon perfection. I'm already incredibly close to one."

After swallowing nearly 30 dragon blood crystals, Selina's bloodline has reached the top level in the S-level.

Combined with the Beowulf family's extraordinary adaptability to dragon blood, she has developed the bloodline refining technology into dragonization technology.

She doesn't have to worry about becoming Deadpool at all, because Ye Fan... can come to her side at any time.

Ye Fan laughed:

"That's why Heaven needs diversity." He looked up at the crowd. "Remember today's battle. When the Dragon King awakens, we will need an army."

"He needs to be not only disciplined but also powerful, so the hybrids must be comparable to true pureblood dragons. Your bloodlines are high, so you don't need to worry about that, but those C- and D-rank hybrids need this technique."

Rogerson knelt on the ground, with his head lowered, listening to Ye Fan's preaching.

The head of the Howard family also knelt on one knee, and the arrogance in his eyes turned into awe.

The starry sky began to fade, and Ye Fan's figure gradually became blurred:

"That's all for today. We'll discuss other things next time we gather."

Chapter 224 Rekindling Hope

In Henkel's private study, a crystal chandelier casts warm yellow light on the oak wine cabinet.

Finkel leaned back in the leather sofa, shaking the Bordeaux red wine in his hand. The deep red liquid left sticky tear marks on the wall of the glass.

"1982 Latour?" He smacked his lips. "You sure know how to enjoy yourself, old man."

Henkel, who was sitting opposite, took off his cowboy hat, revealing his forehead covered with age spots.

The North American hybrid leader drummed his knuckles on the walnut tabletop, his golden eyes flickering in the shadows. "Rather than that, I'd rather know your current strength."

Finkel stretched lazily, and the dark golden lines on his collarbone were revealed at the collar of his windbreaker - that was the reinforcement matrix that Ye Fan had engraved for him using alchemy.

He deliberately drawled out his words: "Maybe I can wrestle with the Emperor of Japan?"

"Emperor?" Han Gao frowned, cigar smoke swirling in the air.

"A super hybrid among the descendants of the White King." Finkel suddenly sat up straight, shaking the red wine violently in the glass. "An existence beyond S-rank."

Hankow's pupils constricted slightly. He set down his cigar, his leather gloves rustling against the tabletop. "Prove it to me."

Finger grinned, revealing the cold gleam of his canine teeth. He unbuttoned his windbreaker, revealing his muscular upper body.

As the breathing rhythm changes, ancient bronze lines appear on the surface of the skin, as if lava is flowing in the blood vessels.

"Yan Ling·Throne."

The air suddenly became thick.

Han Gao felt an invisible pressure enveloping his chest, and the bookcase glass exploded due to the high-frequency vibration.

Fingle's muscle fibers were twisted tight like steel wires, and his vertebrae protruded into dragon-like bone spurs.

The most terrifying thing is his pupils - a cross star appears in the depths of his golden pupils, which is a sign of extremely pure bloodline.

Han Gao felt a breath, a heavy breath, and Finkel standing there was like an ancient and heavy throne!

"As long as I have enough mental energy, it can infinitely enhance my physical body, and it can also improve my reflexes, resistance to dirt, vision, and other aspects of my body."

"There's no longer the worry of excessive force causing fractures and internal organ damage like when using the bronze throne."

Finkel's voice resonated with metal. "But it can only last three minutes now." He pointed to the dark gold lines on his chest. "Once this matrix is ​​fully integrated, it will be permanently solidified."

Han Gao looked at his right hand that was shaking unconsciously - that was the instinctive reaction when facing the top predator.

The cigar had already fallen onto the carpet, burning a black hole in it.

He could feel the terrifying oppressive force coming from Finger. He was of true S-class bloodline, and his bloodline strength was even higher than the original Finger.

Even Finkel's great-grandfather was not as good as him in bloodline, but now he could feel that the great-grandson of his mortal enemy had surpassed him in bloodline.

Even the Word Spirit has undergone a second evolution.

"Is this the Emperor? Although he hasn't completely become what you call the Emperor, he's already terrifying enough. It's definitely not a power comparable to that of an S-rank."

Hankow's hands trembled a little, but he quickly regained his composure and resumed smoking his cigar.

"I've also read the White King's documents. He was a Dragon King who controlled the spirit of the fifth element. If you are his descendant, you may indeed surpass the Black King's bloodline in spirit."

"Then it's not impossible that some very few individuals can master stronger bloodlines, but how did you do it? Was it with the help of Ye Fan?"

Han Gao raised his head and looked at Finkel seriously. Every half-blood would be extremely interested in something that could enhance strength.

"It was my junior who helped me, but you'd better not think about it. Young people in North America can think about it. As long as they join the organization of my junior, they can enjoy the same treatment as me if they make contributions."

Finkel sat down again, savoring the red wine and talking leisurely.

His face was full of pride and pride. This was the confidence of a backbone of the Heavenly Court.

"Is that so? That's great. A stable and powerful bloodline is truly terrifying. In that case, your junior brother's bloodline must be even stronger than yours."

Han Gao became interested, and his old face actually glowed with some vitality.

"Of course, my junior brother's bloodline is so strong that old guys like you can't even imagine it." Finkel said with confidence.

He was not worried at all about revealing Ye Fan's trump card. After all, Ye Fan had told them that it was important to show strength appropriately, and they were destined to stand at the top of the mixed-blood society.

"Did he use the same method as you?" Han Gao asked anxiously, with his hands on the table.

"How is it possible? How could such a skill be worthy of my junior brother? He is born with royal blood!" Finkel's eyes seemed to gleam with pride. "I tell you, his bloodline is so high that I can't even imagine it!"

"It's actually congenital. How is it possible that such an individual could be born from natural conception?!" Han Gao's pupils trembled, and he sat in the chair, lost in thought.

The air was silent for a moment.

Han Gao spoke again: "Does your junior fellow apprentice have a girlfriend now?"

His voice was a little anxious but also more rational.

Finger didn't take it seriously, just chatting casually: "Oh, come on, he's such a handsome guy, but he still doesn't even have a girlfriend. He complains about being single all day long. It's unbelievable."

"That guy doesn't even try to seduce women. What a waste of his handsome face."

Han Gao nodded in agreement with Finkel's words.

"Oh, I see. That's how it is. That's great!" Han Gao said, his voice excited, his old face flushed a little.

"Hey, wait, no way!" Finger seemed to react, "Old man, you don't want to introduce a girlfriend to my junior brother or act as a matchmaker, do you?"

"Of course, such a strong bloodline should produce some offspring, and we in North America must have a share!" Han Gao rolled his eyes at Finkel, as if wondering why the other party would ask such an idiotic question?

"No, you treated my junior brother as a stud and even sire offspring from him!" Finkel slammed the table excitedly.

"Haha, if I remember correctly, he's the descendant of Flamel. Flamel was a famous stud in the mixed-blood world back then. Which young woman hadn't been seduced by him? Maybe you even have some of his blood in you."

Han Gao said with disdain.

"Hey, don't talk nonsense." Finger waved his hand and then said solemnly, "Actually, for the sake of my junior brother's happiness, I don't mind you forcing beautiful women on him. After all, he is a man too!"

"But I am the next person in charge of North America, so I have to remind you of one thing."

"If you don't want those voluptuous creatures to be beaten to a pulp, then just give them up. After all, the Beowulf family's military strength is not something we in North America can compete with."

Chapter 225: Steal a man?

"Beowulf!?" Han Gao was shocked. What does this have to do with Beowulf's family?

"Ah, don't you know?" Finger scratched his head in distress. "My junior brother's secretary, the president of the Lionheart Society, is Selina Beowulf, the eldest daughter of the Beowulf family. She has the same bloodline as me! And her combat power may be even higher."

"Is that really the case..." Han Gao covered his face with his hands in distress.

Damn, how could a woman from the Beowulf family be staying with Ye Fan? That family purely worships the strong. The eldest daughter, Selina Beowulf, is also pretty good-looking, and she actually looks somewhat compatible with Ye Fan.

Now that she is my personal secretary and we are both in charge of the management, it is possible that we will develop feelings for each other.

No matter how brave or gangster-like Han Gao is, he would not dare to do such a beastly thing as snatching food from the mouth of Beowulf's dragon.

"Alright then, I'll think of another way." The old man took a deep breath. "From now on, the North American Mixed-Blood Association will be in your hands. Remember to think of a solution as well."

"No, I won't betray my junior brother's happiness. But I will find a way to govern North America well, if you really believe me." Finkel waved his hands hurriedly.

Ye Fan wanted to beat him, and he really wanted to beat him to death, because he couldn't be killed. As long as he had a breath left, he could use his life to heal him.

His throne cannot withstand the opponent's fist.

"Well, I believe in your ability." Han Gao nodded.

Finkel responded with a smile: "My physical strength is indeed much stronger than before."

However, Han Gao shook his head slightly, looked at Finkel with a gentle but firm gaze, and said with a rare stiff smile:

"Fingal, I'm not referring to the physical aspect. You've improved a lot compared to before. Have you gotten over that incident? That's amazing. You're not only a qualified man now, but you'll also become a qualified leader."

As he spoke, he took a special look at Finkel's thick beard.

Even though he's still slovenly like a beggar...

After hearing this, Fingel's smile gradually faded. He slowly shook his head and said:

"Han Gao, I've never gotten over it. I hate myself all the time, both in the past and now."

"But you no longer drink, and I can sense your surging strength and vitality. Why is that?" Han Gao was a little puzzled.

Finger straightened his windbreaker, his eyes became firm and fiery, and he said:

"That's because I have a goal, a goal worthy of my all and unwavering determination. This isn't just simple revenge, but something that can give me a new lease on life, an absolute new lease on life. It will allow me to make up for my past regrets and kill the part of myself I hate with my own hands!"

After saying this, he walked out resolutely with a vigorous momentum.

Inside his collar, the receiver made of gold transmitted EVA's slightly worried voice: