Dragon Clan: Starting with the Azure Dragon Fruit

“Two men and one woman, just like the intelligence said. It seems it’s you.” Conrad withdrew his gaze and naturally confirmed the identities.

Miranda was caught off guard when she heard this and found herself taking the blame for Nono.

Thinking that the three of them had been monitored as soon as they set off, they felt a chill run down their spines and quickly shrank back behind Lin Yuan in fear.

Seeing her timid appearance, Conrad spread his hands, his tone full of confusion: "I've never really understood why the three of you came to ruin my plans? Those medicines weren't originally intended for you."

No one in the hall responded to him. Lin Yuan looked at him as if he were a corpse, while Chu Zihang remained expressionless.

Seeing that the other person remained silent, Conrad was not annoyed.

"But it doesn't matter, I can just kill you all and start over."

Upon hearing this, Miranda couldn't hold back any longer. She poked half her head out from behind Lin Yuan and shouted, her voice trembling with fear, "Don't do anything rash! We are students of Kassel College. If you dare to lay a finger on us, the Secret Service will not let your Sackler family off the hook!"

Conrad was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

There's an old Chinese saying that goes, "Even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake."

“The Secret Society is definitely a powerful dragon!” A dazzling golden light flashed in Conrad’s eyes, and the air in the hall became heavy as he lit up his golden eyes.

"But this is America, this is Chicago! No matter how strong the Secret Service is, it can't save your lives right now."

Chapter 54 Sword Qi

The ear-piercing sound of metal scraping against metal rang out from all directions.

Lin Yuan looked in the direction of the sound.

On the shelves on both sides, the boxes that were originally stacked up suddenly had their lids pop open on their own.

Inside, rows of sharpened throwing knives floated up, trembling slightly in mid-air.

As if controlled by invisible hands, the blades turned around in unison, pointing at the three people in the arena.

Miranda stared at the flying knives all around her, and the color drained from her face in an instant.

She stared at the murder weapons floating against gravity, recalling a particular lecture on the theory of words, in which she was suddenly lucid.

"Holy crap... It's the Word of Power: Sword Control! A high-risk Word of Power with serial number 82!"

Lin Yuan glanced at the sharp blade floating in mid-air and casually asked, "Sword Control? What's that for?"

"Kenju is a word spirit that can manipulate magnetic fields; all metal within his domain will become an extension of his body!" Miranda's voice trembled as she looked at the throwing knives around her.

"It's over...it's over! It's really over now. Junior, even if your Word of Power sequence is 10 levels higher than his, this is his home turf, he has plenty of ammunition. We've just barged into his armory empty-handed. Today, we're probably going to be sliced ​​into sashimi together."

After saying that, Miranda seemed to give up, covered her head and squatted down, trying to curl up into a ball behind Lin Yuan.

“Now you know fear? Too late!” Hearing the prey’s cries of agony, Conrad took a deep breath, his eyes filled with even more mockery.

But he soon noticed that the boy standing in front of him still had a calm expression on his face, showing no sign of panic.

The way he looked at Conrad, as if he were watching a circus clown, inexplicably irritated him.

"Still putting on airs even when death is imminent!"

He flicked his right index finger in mid-air, and the hovering throwing knife suddenly accelerated, heading straight for Lin Yuan's brow.

The throwing knife moves at extremely high speeds; the average person's dynamic vision is insufficient to even discern its trajectory.

However, to Chu Zihang's astonishment, Lin Yuan simply raised his hand and caught the flying knife that had been shot at him.

Conrad's expression froze instantly.

Lin Yuan glanced down at the trembling throwing knife at his fingertips, then slightly tightened his right hand, which was covered in Armament Haki, and crushed the blade into a lump of scrap metal before throwing it on the ground.

With a dull thud as metal hit the ground, Lin Yuan slowly raised his head and looked at Conrad, who was staring at him in astonishment.

"You speak Chinese quite well, but unfortunately, you've made a mistake from the very beginning."

"The powerful dragon you're talking about isn't the Secret Service... it's me!"

The moment the words fell.

Dark golden lava flowed in Lin Yuan's eyes, those eyes were ancient and majestic, with wind and thunder surging in their depths.

In an instant, Conrad felt a sharp pain deep in his brain.

His once-proud golden eyes dimmed instantly, as faint as a candle flame that might be extinguished at any moment in a storm.

Not only that, but the dragon blood in his body seemed to have encountered a natural enemy, and his body trembled uncontrollably, making it very difficult to breathe.

Conrad bit his tongue hard, relying on the pain to barely keep his legs from kneeling.

He hadn't experienced this suffocating sense of oppression for many years.

In my memory, the last time I felt this kind of abyss-like fear was many years ago, when the entire Sackler family went all out to hunt down a newly revived third-generation species.

Conrad couldn't understand how the third generation could be such an ancient and noble being, a tyrant with the blood of the Dragon King flowing through his veins.

How could this young man from the East possess such terrifying pressure as that of a pure-blooded ancient dragon?

Fear overwhelmed his reason, and Conrad roared hysterically like a wild beast driven to the brink of despair.

"Die! Die!!!"

With his roar, the magnetic field of the entire hall surged.

In mid-air, the long-awaited throwing knives suddenly burst forth, shooting in from all directions and weaving a dense web of death.

Lin Yuan calmly watched the sweeping tide of metal.

The shrill whistling sounds that filled the air failed to stir the slightest ripple in his eyes.

It was very late at night, and Chu Zihang and Miranda hadn't rested all day.

He now only wants to end this battle with the purest violence.

Lin Yuan took a sudden step forward, and the ground beneath his feet shattered into a spiderweb-like pit.

Dark Armament Haki surged from his palm, turning the unsheathed Tang sword a deep, inky black.

Thanks to the physical boost brought about by the resurgence of the Azure Dragon Fruit, when the longsword pierced through the air, the combination of extreme speed and pure power seemed to break through some kind of constraint!

The violent black sword energy detached from the blade, transforming into a crescent moon that swept out against the steel storm.

Wherever the black light passed, the metal storm that Conrad had unleashed shattered into countless flying iron filings.

The black crescent moon continued its relentless advance, piercing straight through the eye of the storm and striking Conrad squarely through his body before disappearing into the supporting pillar behind him.

Conrad opened his mouth, then lowered his head in a daze, disbelief churning in his eyes, but he could no longer utter a complete sentence.

"boom!"

After a deafening explosion, the factory fell silent again, with only the hissing of the searchlights remaining.

Conrad's body, along with the supporting pillar behind him, was neatly sliced ​​in two, and foul-smelling blood spurted out.

Miranda was crouching on the ground, covering her head and closing her eyes, awaiting her fate of being sliced ​​into sashimi.

But after waiting for two seconds, the expected pain did not come.

She couldn't help but peek through her fingers and open one eye, just in time to witness the moment the sword energy swept across.

Upon seeing the scrap metal scattered on the ground ahead, and the corpse that had been split in two along with the supporting pillar, she froze on the spot.

Meanwhile, a storm was brewing in the depths of Chu Zihang's usually calm eyes.

In a daze, his thoughts inevitably returned to that night on the overpass where the rain was pouring down.

His biological father, Chu Tianjiao, was a top-tier swordsman who wielded the divine sword "Muramasa" and could fight his way in and out of a group of Dead Servants seven times. This was already the limit of what he knew about swordsmanship.

Even his own father could never unleash a tangible sword aura.

This completely violates the laws of physics; it's simply unbelievable.

"You...you just...that was sword energy?" Miranda stammered, pointing at the slash mark.

"Isn't this something you only see in fantasy novels? Lord Niu is turning in his grave!!!"

Lin Yuan deftly sheathed his sword.

"I'm just strong. The airflow I create is compressed into a line, which looks like sword energy."

This explanation is full of loopholes, and he himself is too lazy to polish it.

"Just because it's strong? Do you think I've never studied physics?!" Miranda was practically going crazy.

Lin Yuan shrugged indifferently, too lazy to explain the basics of the Grand Line to these two ignorant guys.

On the other side, as Conrad breathed his last, the Azure Dragon Fruit reawakened.

This time, the energy is far greater than the previous two combined.

As expected of a powerful figure with a Word of Power Sequence of 82, the dragon blood in his body was extremely pure, and the boundless life force surged into Lin Yuan's limbs and bones through the air, frantically nourishing his muscles and bones.

More valuable than improvement in ability is a change in mindset.

The last time Lin Yuan absorbed Amei's energy in Chinatown, he felt only repression and irritability.

But this time, looking at Conrad lying on the ground, head and body separated, he felt no guilt whatsoever.

They even took a deep breath of the bloody air, seemingly enjoying it.

Quietly savor the exhilarating feeling of the power within your body steadily increasing.

Chapter 55 The One (4K Two-in-One)

Early in the morning, the hills on the outskirts of Illinois were still shrouded in a thin layer of pale blue mist.

The first rays of morning sunlight swept across the ivy-covered stone wall and shone into the huge stained-glass window of the principal's office at Kassel College, illuminating the dark red velvet tablecloth.

It also added a golden edge to the mottled giant oil painting on the wall.

In the painting, a knight fully armored is urging his warhorse to plunge a broken lance into the throat of a black dragon.

An old man sat at a long table by the window.

He was wearing a sharp, custom-made suit, with a red rose tucked into his breast pocket, and his silver-white hair was neatly combed.

The monocle with gold wire on his nose made him look like an elegant aristocrat from the Victorian era.

More than a century has left its mark on his face, but his back remains as straight as a newly quenched steel knife.

Beneath this elegantly aged exterior lies no trace of deathly weariness; rather, it resembles a young lion poised to tear its enemy's throat apart.

The old man was Hilbert Jean Angers, the principal of the Kassel College.

The table in front of him was piled high with food.

On a bone china plate, golden-brown, runny Eggs Benedict sit atop a pasta dish, next to thinly sliced, rich Iberian ham.

The steaming freshly baked croissants exude a rich aroma, with a small bowl of foie gras pâté nestled beside a thin, crispy slice of bread.

Several types of unidentifiable cheeses were arranged in a circle, garnished with neatly cut seasonal fruits, and next to them sat a pot of freshly brewed dark roasted hand-drip coffee.

Angers didn't rush to use his knife and fork. He held a steaming cup of Ceylon tea in one hand and several fax papers in the other, engrossed in reading them.

A few days ago, Lin Yuan was in the buffet hall of a five-star hotel in Chicago, looking at the long row of buffet tables, and thought to himself that capitalism really knows how to enjoy life.

But if he were to sit at this table right now, he would probably regretfully change his tune, saying that compared to the old man in front of him, those nouveau riche in five-star hotels simply don't understand what true enjoyment is.

This is just the daily routine of the leader of the Secret Service.

After reading the report, Angers raised his hand, unfolded a snow-white napkin, and placed it on his lap.

I picked up my knife and fork, ready to take my first bite.

"Boom, boom, boom."

Early in the morning, there was a knock on the oak door of the principal's office.

"Please come in." The door was immediately pushed open.

With heavy breathing, Professor Schneider maneuvered an electric wheelchair into his office.

His ever-present black trench coat was casually draped over his shoulders, and a half-person-high oxygen cylinder was fixed to the back of his wheelchair, with a transparent tube connected to a black half-face mask on his face.

That usually cold and hard face now showed a rare hint of anger.

Following him in was Professor Guderian, who was hunching his shoulders.

The old man looked like a quail that had done something wrong, his eyes darting around the office, but he didn't dare to look directly at Professor Schneider's back.