Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

Ye Fan stood on the ancient, snow-covered stone slabs, his black suit rustling in the wind. The sapphire pendant on his chest suddenly glowed, like a lighthouse in the deep sea.

"Since you wish to witness the power of alchemy..." Ye Fan's fingers gently stroked the pendant, "Then it will be as you wish."

Ye Fan spread his hands on both sides of his body, and the blue pendant on his chest emitted an unprecedented light.

This is the pendant Lu Wuze gave him, which contains all the techniques of the Alchemy Kingdom - Element Replacement.

In Lu Wuze's opinion, the most important thing about this pendant is definitely the technology contained in it.

But Ye Fan was such a frugal person that he immediately noticed that the material of the pendant was also quite good.

Gems are the crystallization of geological movements and contain a certain degree of natural energy. This is why dragons like gems and gold.

Some other metals, including gold and silver, are also the crystallization of geological movements and also contain a certain degree of natural energy. They can be regarded as a solid manifestation of the spirit of the fifth element in nature.

Therefore, this kind of good thing must be utilized. The more natural energy an item contains, the stronger its carrying capacity for alchemical inscriptions.

Ye Fan also made full use of it and transformed it into a portable space. Opening the Nibelungen would consume a lot of energy, but to open the portable space, one only needs to move with the mind.

And taking out a complete set of armor from his own pocket was really too bizarre.

This kind of picture has a stronger impact and is more conducive to his subsequent transaction.

As the pendant on his chest glowed, Ye Fan also said softly:

"Golden Armor, combine!"

Seven streams of golden light burst out from the pendant, as if an elf that had been imprisoned for thousands of years had finally gained freedom.

Six golden lights drew elegant arcs in the air and flew towards Ye Fan's head, torso and limbs respectively.

The last ray of golden light condensed in his hand, gradually stretched and deformed, and finally turned into a golden long sword. The sword was covered with tree root-like patterns, and it shone like liquid metal under the snow light.

Selina's silver hair fluttered in the wind, and her golden eyes shrank slightly in shock.

She had seen countless alchemical equipment, but never had she seen it dressed in such an...elegant and efficient way.

The moment the golden light touched Ye Fan's body, it spread out like mercury pouring on the ground, and in an instant formed a full-coverage golden armor.

The joints of the armor are made up of countless tiny scales, which make crisp metallic friction sounds when moving, as if they are breathing with life.

The shoulders of the armor are shaped like dragons, as if two giant dragons are about to roar out. There is a golden dragon with five claws on each side of the breastplate, holding the blue energy core in the center of the chest, exuding domineering aura!

The head of the armor is shaped like a Nordic dragon head, with sharp dragon horns extending from both sides. The visor can open and close automatically, closing during battle to reveal the cold light of the golden pupils.

The narrow goggles were dark red, and the lower jaw was covered with dense scales, which opened and closed slightly when breathing, as if inhaling and exhaling cold air like a living thing.

"Creating something out of thin air?" Ange twirled his beard, a thoughtful glint in his eyes. "No, it's more like some kind of space-folding technology..."

What a terrifying armor... Beowulf stared at Ye Fan at this moment.

Even if he was not proficient in alchemical creation, he could tell that this armor was not an ordinary product. It was neither a cold weapon or an ordinary alchemical product, nor the so-called high-tech that is popular nowadays.

But it's just for fun. No matter how good a weapon is, it depends on the ability of the user!

Beowulf's rough laughter interrupted Ange's thoughts. "What a gimmick!"

He brandished his ancestral battle axe, the blade gleaming coldly in the snow. "No matter how beautiful the armor is, it can't stop true power!"

Ye Fan moved his fingers wearing the golden gloves, and the scales at the joints rose and fell.

"Beauty is just a byproduct, Mr. Beowulf." His voice resonated metallically through his visor. "Function is what matters."

"Hmph!" Beowulf slammed his battle axe to the ground, sending snow flying. "Then let's see how long your 'function' can last!"

"How about starting on the count of three?" Beowulf said.

“You can start anytime.”

Ye Fan made a sword flower, and the golden sword left an afterimage in the air.

A sly glint flashed in Beowulf's golden eyes. "Okay! One—"

"Then...!"

As soon as the word "one" fell, this living fossil-like dragon slayer rushed out like a cannonball, and his battle axe, with a sharp scream that tore through the air, went straight for Ye Fan's neck!

There is no two, no three, only the purest killing instinct.

This is the battle wisdom passed down by the Beowulf family for thousands of years - there is no fairness on the battlefield.

"clang!"

The deafening sound of metal clashing echoed throughout the training grounds. Ye Fan stood still, not even moving, not even adopting a defensive stance.

A hint of indifference flashed in Beowulf's eyes, and then he moved his wife to the side to avoid hitting Ye Fan's head.

After all, he's just an ordinary imp, without much fighting skills...

"Hey, you're too unsportsmanlike! It's fine for us elders to resort to such shady tactics, but you have the nerve to do it to the younger generation!"

Angers roared outside the court, looking dissatisfied.

"Hmph, I've already said that this is a war battle. I won't pursue dignity like you!" Bellow snorted coldly.

But then he was stunned...the feeling of chopping was wrong!

His axe blade hit Ye Fan's shoulder armor, splashing a cluster of sparks, but did not leave even a scratch on the golden armor.

Instead, a noticeable notch appeared on the axe blade.

"Your weapon seems to be quite old." Ye Fan's voice was filled with laughter. "Do you need me to help you repair it?"

Before Beowulf could react, Ye Fan's golden boots had already kicked him hard in the abdomen.

The kick was lightning fast, but the force was controlled just right - just enough to lift the bear-like old man's feet off the ground without causing fatal damage.

At the moment when Beowulf's body was suspended in the air, Ye Fan's left hand stretched out like a poisonous snake, passed through the gap in the armor, and accurately grasped the old man's vital point.

"Secret technique—" Ye Fan's voice suddenly became brisk, "Monkey stealing peaches!"

This is not a move from orthodox martial arts, but a dirty tactic used by street thugs in fights.

But when Ye Fan used it, he showed a certain frightening professionalism.

In the normal people's minds, the monkey stealing peaches means punching the crotch, the most vulnerable part of the human body, in the lower three parts.

But in fact this method is wrong.

Because there is a stick in front of the two meatballs, and the stick is almost made of tough muscles, which can play a good buffering role.

And even if he is experienced and can hit Maru with one punch, at most he will only cause Maru to suffer a serious blow.

The momentary pain is indeed intense, but it does not last long.

A real monkey stealing peaches should use its hands to form claws, hold the two peaches, and then pinch them hard in its palms and squeeze them hard!

It is best to react in an instant, take advantage of the reaction force of the enemy flying backwards, pull outward in the opposite direction, and cause secondary damage.

The pain is more intense and lasts longer than that caused by hitting with a fist.

At this moment, this is what Ye Fan did. He only used the strength of an S-level, but even if it was just the strength of an ordinary person, holding the egg and pinching it hard would be enough to cause an S-level person extreme pain.

Not to mention the S-class's hydraulic-like wrist strength.

Ye Fan's five fingers clenched precisely, and the hydraulic-like grip was fully applied to the two fragile organs.

"Ugh—!"

Beowulf let out a scream that was not like a human voice, and his whole body curled up like a shrimp and fell heavily to the snow.

His face turned purple, and his hands instinctively covered his crotch, even the weapon flew out of his hand.

Selina, watching the fight, gasped and instinctively squeezed her legs together. Angé covered his face, his shoulders shaking—he couldn't help but laugh.

"You...you..." Beowulf knelt on the ground, his forehead pressed against the cold snow. Every word he said felt like torture. "Shameless...little bastard..."

Ye Fan gracefully took two steps back, his golden sword pointed diagonally at the ground. "There's no such thing as fairness on the battlefield. You taught me that." He mimicked the old man's tone during his earlier attack.

Chapter 237 Monkey Steals Peach

Beowulf suddenly grew quiet.

It hurts, it hurts too much!

The unimaginable pain hit the brain like a tide, causing a man to lose his most basic ability to think.

But it only took 0.5 seconds.

Beowulf's hands quickly grasped his axe and sword, and he jumped onto the stage.

He took a deep breath, removed his hands from the injured area, and grasped the axe handle and sword hilt again.

When he raised his head, the blood color in his golden eyes had become so thick that it could not be dissolved.

Beowulf temporarily dismissed the pain in his crotch.

This is an ability only top fighters have, temporarily blocking all negative states in the body, including emotions and physical body, so that one can return to the battle and make the best judgment.

"I take that back."

He stood up slowly, his voice as low as thunder coming from underground:

"You're not a newbie who doesn't know how to fight... You're just as much of a villain as your principal, maybe even worse!"

"You did a great job, very well! You are definitely the best one I have ever seen among the new generation!" Beowulf praised loudly.

Ye Fan bowed slightly: "Thank you for the compliment."

"But then..."

Beowulf's muscles began to swell unnaturally, and a bronze sheen emerged from beneath his white scales.

"I will show you the true power of House Beowulf!"

"Word Spirit: Immortality!"

With this roar, Beowulf's body underwent a horrible change.

The white scales covering the entire body suddenly thickened, and the edges became as sharp as knives.

His muscle fibers tightened like steel wire, his bones cracking with a teeth-grinding sound. His height had unexpectedly increased by twenty centimeters, and his entire body resembled a small fortress.

"Damn..." Ange put away his smile, "The old man is serious."

Selina nervously grasped Ange's arm. "Grandpa's immortality is different from others! He can let the power of the Word Spirit penetrate his internal organs and bones!"