Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

"This paper is cheap, too. It's free! I went straight to the school cafeteria and stole a few boxes. They couldn't possibly suspect me, the heir to the Caesar family's Tusso clan."

Having said this, Caesar laughed complacently.

"Well, you are worthy of being my student union president. You are indeed aware!" Ye Fan gave Caesar a thumbs up.

"Alright, alright, go ahead and do your work. If you feel bad for me, just give me some extra training in the future. I want long-term battles, the kind that last a full month."

Speaking of special meals, Caesar's eyes became eager.

Now training once a month can no longer satisfy him. His mental threshold is constantly getting higher and higher. It turns out that fighting for a week at a time is enough to make his spirit close to collapse.

But he had experienced such fighting more than thirty times, and fighting that lasted for a week did not even make him feel tired.

As the president of the student union, Ye Fan was happy to give him some more special lessons.

After experiencing a week-long fighting in Ye Fan's fantasy world for the first time, Caesar realized that fighting in that fantasy world could enhance his mental strength and speed up the digestion of dragon blood crystals.

So Caesar completely fell in love with this experience. Although dying again and again would make him close to collapse, he would still wish to die in the fight.

But the gains brought by this painful experience were also huge. In just one year, he successfully broke through to the S-level, and was considered a strong existence among the S-level.

Although Caesar now has a limit and cannot break through to the emperor level, as long as he gets Odin's heart blood, this will no longer be a problem.

So now all he had to do was to continue digesting the dragon blood crystals, first bringing himself to the peak of S-level, and then constantly honing his combat skills.

So that after he is promoted to the emperor level, he can naturally join the war in the room.

"No, you're really a masochist."

Ye Fan felt a chill as he looked at the golden-haired handsome man in front of him, whose blue eyes were sparkling with bright light.

As the creator of the illusion, he knew very well that if the illusion happened a few more times, it would be enough to force a person's spirit to collapse.

But not only did Caesar persevere, he even became a little perverted enough to feel joy in the process.

After a week of painful fighting, you return to the real world to refresh yourself and continue fighting.

This has been Caesar's daily routine for the entire year, but he still enjoys it and even becomes more courageous as he faces more setbacks!

"Haha, didn't you tell me? There will be two very interesting little guys coming next. As a senior, I don't want to be surpassed by them."

"And right now, I can't beat you, not only can't I beat Selina. This perpetual position of third place... is really disgusting!"

Caesar laughed, with a hint of unyielding spirit in his eyes.

This noble man has also successfully found another pleasure besides consumption.

Chapter 235 Beowulf Family

In Norway, the forests in late autumn are already covered with snow.

Ye Fan, Ange and Selina Beowulf stood in front of an ancient stone castle.

The cold wind was howling and snowflakes were falling. The whole castle seemed to be sleeping in the ice and snow, exuding a solemn atmosphere.

Selina was wearing a silver windbreaker, her silver hair fluttering in the wind, and her golden eyes looked particularly bright in the snowy scene.

She looked at Ye Fan, the corners of her mouth slightly raised: "Nervous?"

Ye Fan chuckled: "Why are you nervous?"

"My grandfather...is not easy to talk to." Selina whispered.

Ange interjected, "It's more than just hard to talk to him. That old guy is a living fossil."

Ye Fan smiled and didn't respond.

The castle gate slowly opened, and several servants in black uniforms stood on both sides, staring at them with cold eyes.

As we stepped into the hall, the fire in the fireplace roared, driving away the chill.

And on the high-backed chair at the end of the hall sat a tall figure - the contemporary head of Beowulf.

Beowulf is a inherited name, and only the head of the Beowulf family can be named with this surname.

The old man's body was covered with dense white scales, his golden eyes were bloodshot, and he exuded a suffocating sense of oppression.

If he were not the current head of the Beowulf family, the secret party would definitely arrest this hybrid with an obviously out-of-control bloodline at the first opportunity.

But his name contains the word Beowulf, and he is the head of the contemporary Beowulf family.

Even if he completely turned into a dragon, as long as he was still named Beowulf, and as long as the members of Beowulf's family had not surrounded and killed him, the secret party would never make a conclusion without authorization.

This is the reputation accumulated by the Beowulf family through generations of infighting.

"Ange." His deep voice sounded like metallic friction. "How dare you step into my castle?"

Ange spread his hands and smiled elegantly: "Old friend, don't be so formal."

Beowulf snorted coldly, and turned his gaze to Ye Fan, with a flash of contempt in his eyes: "Are you the alchemist who sells prosthetics?"

Ye Fan nodded slightly: "Mr. Beowulf, I have long heard of your great name."

"Hmph, fancy alchemical equipment is meaningless to our Beowulf family." Beowulf said coldly, "Our bodies are our strongest weapons."

Ye Fan did not refute, but just looked at Selina with a smile.

Selina took a step forward and said firmly, "Grandpa, Ye Fan is the guest I brought."

Beowulf glanced between his granddaughter and Ye Fan, and finally sneered: "Okay, since you are here, then tell me, what do you want to do?"

Ye Fan did not answer in a hurry, but took out an ancient parchment scroll from his arms and slowly unfolded it.

"Mr. Beowulf, I am very interested in the legend of your family."

The scroll depicts an ancient picture - a warrior in golden armor, holding a sword, slaying a giant dragon.

Beowulf's pupils constricted slightly.

"The legendary Beowulf, with his mortal body, slew the howling giant and obtained the golden armor. He eventually defeated the golden dragon and obtained the golden sword again."

"He became the strongest man of his time and founded the Beowulf family."

Ye Fan's voice was calm and powerful, "Your ancestor is a true dragon-slaying hero."

Beowulf was silent for a moment, then sneered: "I don't need you to tell me the history of your family."

Ye Fan put away the scroll and looked directly at him: "I just want to say that the power of the Beowulf family is worthy of respect. But times are changing. Alchemy is not blasphemy, but an extension of another power."

Beowulf stood up, his towering figure casting a shadow. "Fine words. If you truly wish to prove the worth of your alchemy, speak with strength."

Ye Fan smiled: "That's exactly what I meant."

He slowly raised his hand and pointed to the arena deep in the castle: "Mr. Beowulf, how about we have a fight?"

"It just so happens that you are also S-rank, and I am also S-rank. In terms of bloodline, a fight between the two of us is fair."

"If you win, I'll leave immediately and never mention the prosthetic again. If I win..."

"What do you want?" Beowulf narrowed his eyes.

"I just hope you can listen carefully to my proposal."

Beowulf was silent for a moment, then he grinned, revealing his sharp white teeth. "Alright! Then let me see how good you, this so-called 'S-rank', are!"

"By the way, can I wear my own equipment in this fight?" Ye Fan suddenly asked.

"Of course, you can use anything. Whether it's a gun or a cannon, you can use it."

Beowulf waved his hand indifferently and began to stand up and stretch his body.

As he moved, a hint of heat seemed to appear in the air.

Selina looked at her grandfather, then looked at Ye Fan. She held Ye Fan's hand and shook her head at him.

If it was a fight between the enemy and us, he believed that Ye Fan could subdue his grandfather. After all, Ye Fan was an emperor. Selena didn't know it now, but Ye Fan's bloodline had reached the first generation level.

But now that she is being treated fairly on the surface, Selina doesn't think there is any chance that Ye Fan will get away with it.

Because Ye Fan is fighting against the modern Beowulf, the name Beowulf means glory and represents the ultimate military power.

This glory carries so much that it has extended into a set of fighting methods that are completely different from the current era.

Ye Fan patted the back of her hand and smiled back: "Don't worry, I'll be fine. The old man won't be in any trouble either. At most, I'll break a few of his ribs."

The air suddenly became quiet.

Ye Fan did not deliberately lower his voice when speaking, so Beowulf's hearing could of course hear it clearly.

Ange laughed. As expected of his son. This was his way of speaking!

"Boy, you are very confident."

A low voice was heard, and Beowulf's golden eyes had completely lit up. There was a hint of rich blood brewing in the golden pupils.

"I'm very curious about your next reaction. I will use all my strength and will not show you any mercy!"

"That's what I've been wanting. I'm looking forward to it, Mr. Beowulf." Ye Fan smiled back.

Inside the martial arts arena, the wind was biting cold.

Beowulf holds a battle axe and a long sword, and wears heavy armor. He looks like a god of war.

Ye Fan was still wearing the black suit, and the sapphire pendant on his chest sparkled in the snow.

"Where's your equipment?" Beowulf sneered. "Didn't you say you were going to use an alchemical prosthetic?"

"You hate alchemical prosthetics the most, so how could I possibly use them in front of you? I also use equipment, but this equipment is very convenient to wear, so I didn't prepare it in advance."

No preparation in advance... The words fell into Beowulf's ears, making him even more angry.

He looked at Ye Fan, and a bright light surged in his golden eyes.

Is this kid looking down on him? Although his bloodline is strong, without awareness, he cannot become a true dragon slayer.

It's time to teach him a lesson. Today, let him understand the meaning of fighting. Ange's teaching method will only destroy this beautiful jade... Beowulf's aura became restrained again.

Of course he wouldn't be angry about such things, he would just be angry at the lack of fighting spirit.

As an elder, he will let Ye Fan know today what...real fighting is!

Chapter 236 Golden Armor

The cold wind of late autumn in Norway, carrying snowflakes, swirled around the training grounds of Beowulf's castle.