Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

Immortality can give a person's body the strength of an alloy, but if it is performed by a dragon, it will cover more parts of the body.

This is a racial difference. After all, the word spirit exists for dragons.

The bodies of Beowulf's family, which have been transformed by dragon blood for generations, can make immortality no longer remain on the surface of muscles and skin, but can even allow it to enter the bones.

Even the internal organs can provide a certain degree of defense.

Therefore, the immortality displayed by Beowulf is more powerful than that of other immortality holders!

There is no need to worry about the recoil ability, nor do you need to worry about excessive force causing negative conditions such as bone fractures. You can use the tremendous force amplified by immortality without restraint.

Today, Beowulf is completely comparable to the next generation in strength.

Tearing a 10 cm thick steel door with bare hands is no problem!

In the center of the martial arts arena, Ye Fan frowned slightly under his visor.

Through the armor's bio-monitoring system, he could see that Beowulf's vital signs were soaring to an incredible level - his heart rate was over 300, his body temperature reached 60 degrees Celsius, and his muscle density was three times that of a normal S-rank hybrid.

Not bad… Ye Fan thought to himself.

"Now, boy..." Beowulf's voice grew hoarse and low, like two pieces of rusted metal rubbing together. "Let's begin round two."

Without any warning or accumulation of energy, a circle of snow waves suddenly exploded where Beowulf was originally standing, and he appeared in front of Ye Fan, his battle axe chopped down at a speed faster than the speed of sound!

"boom!"

This collision produced a shock wave visible to the naked eye, sweeping away all the snow within a radius of ten meters.

Ye Fan's feet sank half a foot deep into the stone slab, but he still took the blow steadily.

Ripples like water appeared on the surface of the golden armor, dispersing the terrifying impact force throughout the body.

"Nice armor." Beowulf grinned, and the dagger in his other hand stabbed at the gap in Ye Fan's visor like a venomous snake. "But there will always be weaknesses!"

"At least for you, no."

Ye Fan suddenly let go of the sword and crossed his arms to block the attack. The dagger pierced his arm armor, sending up a trail of sparks.

At the same time, a wave of energy emanated from his armor.

The energy wave radiated outward in a wave-like manner and hit Beowulf hard.

"What the hell—" Beowulf closed his eyes subconsciously, his movements a little slow.

Ye Fan seized the opportunity and hit the old man's chin with an uppercut.

Beowulf stumbled back amidst the clanging of metal, but quickly regained his composure. Even his dizziness was significantly reduced in his immortal state.

"You have a lot of tricks!" He spat out a mouthful of blood and pounced on him again.

For the next three minutes, the arena turned into a gladiatorial arena between two inhuman beings.

Beowulf is like a tireless war machine, and every blow he strikes carries the power to destroy mountains and break peaks.

The battle axe and dagger in his hands turned into a whirlwind of death, smashing the surrounding stone pillars and walls into pieces.

Ye Fan was like a reef in a storm, standing still despite the fierce wind and heavy rain.

The golden armor exhibits amazing performance - it can not only disperse the impact force, but also store and rebound some of the energy.

Several times Beowulf's attacks were returned intact, causing his own palms to crack.

"Impossible!" Beowulf gasps, retreating after a fierce exchange. "No armor can withstand such an attack!"

Ye Fan picked up the golden sword on the ground, and the patterns on the sword began to flow and glow.

"Yaojin isn't just any ordinary metal," he explained calmly. "It's a nanoscale gold extract with memory and self-healing abilities. More importantly..."

He suddenly accelerated, and the golden sword drew a perfect arc.

"It absorbs energy, concentrates it, and then bounces it back out!"

"Crack!" With a crisp sound, Beowulf's proud ancestral battle axe was cut in half.

Before he could react, Ye Fan's second sword had already struck, and the dagger broke with a sound.

Beowulf was stunned for a moment as he looked at the hilt of the weapon that was left in his hand.

These two weapons accompanied him in slaughtering countless Deadpools and even injured the next generation, but now they are easily destroyed like toys.

Chapter 238 I Want You to Become My Legion

"it's over."

Ye Fan's golden sword was pressed against the old man's throat. There was no joy of victory in his voice, only calm respect.

The arena fell into a deathly silence. Snowflakes fell between the two of them, and time seemed to stand still.

Finally, Beowulf sighed and slowly knelt on one knee. He took off his scarlet cloak and spread it on the snow in front of Ye Fan.

"Step on it." His voice was hoarse but firm. "This is the highest etiquette of House Beowulf. You have defeated me, and you are entitled to walk on my glory."

Ye Fan took off his mask and showed a serious expression: "This is not necessary-"

"Step on it!" Beowulf roared. "Unless you despise me and my family!"

Ye Fan was silent for a moment, finally raised his right foot and stepped lightly on the scarlet cloak.

At that moment, he seemed to hear the sighs of countless ancestral souls around the castle.

Beowulf smiled with satisfaction, stood up and patted Ye Fan on the shoulder, almost knocking him into the ground.

"Good boy! Although your methods are dirty, you are indeed quite capable!" He laughed, seemingly completely forgetting the pain in his crotch. "Now, tell me what kind of bullshit proposal you have!"

Selina came running over, her eyes gleaming with pride.

Ange stood in the distance, holding up a bottle of champagne that he had gotten from somewhere, and saluted Ye Fan from afar.

The wind and snow gradually subsided, and a ray of sunlight penetrated the clouds, shining on the three people in the center of the martial arts field.

The alternation of the old and new eras seems so natural and inevitable at this moment.

Ye Fan took off his visor and revealed a meaningful smile.

He reached out and pressed lightly on a certain part of the breastplate. The golden armor immediately began to flow like a living thing, and in the blink of an eye, it retracted into the pendant.

"I've always believed," Ye Fan's voice was particularly clear in the wind and snow, "that the Beowulf family's evolutionary method was the most perfect when technology was not yet developed."

Beowulf narrowed his eyes, his thick fingers unconsciously stroking the cross-section of the broken axe.

"Continuously use bloodline refining technology to enhance the human body's tolerance to dragon blood."

Ye Fan slowly walked towards the broken stone pillars at the edge of the field, his fingertips brushing over the lines that were cracked by the aftermath of the battle:

"Passed down from generation to generation, one will eventually reach a realm never before seen, becoming a true dragon."

Selina's arm around her grandfather suddenly tightened. The old man felt the trembling from his granddaughter's fingertips and couldn't help but glance at Ye Fan.

Beowulf narrowed his eyes and looked at Ye Fan. The young man in front of him really recounted the development path of their Beowulf family over the past thousands of years.

But this is not a big deal. Basically, the upper class people in the half-blood world know about the development of their Beowulf family.

There is nothing to worry about, and it is not a core secret. In fact, any family can use this method.

In the past, there were also families like them who continuously improved their bloodline refining technology, but after thousands of years, only Beowulf has made it this far.

"But it would take too long and the cost would be too high."

Ye Fan suddenly turned around, his black suit rustling in the wind:

"I know you don't like prosthetics, and I will never allow technological creations to affect your bloodline, which has been continuously optimized for thousands of years."

"Every member of your Beowulf family was born for war. In my eyes, your bodies are constantly striving for the ultimate in the art of war!"

Layer upon layer of spiritual fluctuations spread out.

The first-generation nightmare tapir is not something that a hybrid species that has barely reached the threshold of the second-generation species through bloodline refining technology can resist.

After hearing Ye Fan's words, Beowulf felt much happier.

He snorted coldly: "So?"

"So I would like to recommend this set of Shining Gold Armor."

Ye Fan took out a golden chip from his pocket and gently threw it into the air.

The chip drew an arc in the sunlight and suddenly unfolded into a holographic projection, showing a complex molecular structure.

"Yaojin is a gold extract that has been reorganized at the nanoscale." Ye Fan's finger slid across the hologram, and the molecular structure rotated and magnified. "Each nanostructure has a micro-alchemical matrix with memory and self-repair capabilities."

"At the same time, as long as the user forms a bond with its core, they can use their mental power to freely manipulate this armor."

A wisp of golden willow flew out from Ye Fan's sapphire brooch. It was exactly the part of the golden armor just now, but at this moment it looked like a golden stream of water.

The golden water swirled around Ye Fan, sometimes condensing into a sword, sometimes turning into arm armor.

"Although mental power can be manipulated and transformed into fluids to perform various actions, most people's use of mental power is still too crude."

Yaojin swirled in Ye Fan's hand as flexibly as flowing water:

"I can swing it as if it were my own arm, but most people would have to expend a lot of mental energy just to lift it with their minds."

"So, I've also set up specific modes within the micro-matrix, such as the eighteen weapon styles and various armor styles. With just a thought, it will automatically transform into the corresponding mode to assist in combat."

Beowulf leaned in to observe, his golden eyes reflecting the shimmering golden water. Suddenly, he reached out to touch the glittering golden water and asked gruffly, "How many dragon attacks can this thing withstand?"

Under Ye Fan's control, the golden fluid wrapped around Beowulf's hand.

Beowulf frowned and felt it carefully. It was colder than water, and the feeling of passing through his fingers was like putting his hand into a stream.

It's hard to imagine that such a material would have such strong defense and hardness.

"Theoretically, the First Generation can withstand three to five full-strength attacks. Of course, this is limited to physical strength."

Ye Fan snapped his fingers, and the projection switched to a simulated battle scene:

"The key lies in the kinetic energy absorption system – it distributes the impact throughout the body and releases a counter-pulse when a critical mass is reached."

"By repeating this cycle, the incoming attacks can be bounced back and the armor can withstand new attacks. This increases combat endurance and prevents damage to the armor."

In the picture, a warrior wearing golden armor was knocked away by a giant dragon, but he adjusted his posture in mid-air. The surface of the armor showed ripples of light, and then a sudden attack pierced the dragon's wing.

"Flamboyant!"

Beowulf said this, but his eyes were fixed on the movable structure of the armor joints in the picture. "How can it be so ideal in actual combat?"