Dragon Clan: Starting with the Azure Dragon Fruit

The contestants battled it out inside the venue, while students watched the live broadcast on a large screen.

Lin Yuan walked slowly along the tree-lined path leading to the venue.

Fingel, standing to the side, held up half a hot dog, the teeth marks clearly visible. His other hand was busy swiping his phone, checking the latest odds.

As soon as the two turned past the fountain at the intersection, a cacophony of noise hit them.

The cheers and whistles for the popular players mingled together in the crowd, and the entire square was packed to capacity.

However, when Lin Yuan appeared at the end of the tree-lined path and stepped into the outer perimeter of the square.

The students who were gathered together and talking loudly stopped what they were doing, and the crowd spontaneously moved aside, automatically making way for him in the crowded space.

Countless gazes, filled with awe, curiosity, and fervor, converged on him.

As a newly minted S-class killer with a terrifying track record in Chicago, he rightfully enjoyed the highest level of attention from everyone present.

Lin Yuan remained calm in the face of these gazes. He glanced around at the crowd in the square, raised an eyebrow, and turned his head to look at Fingel, who was swallowing the last bite of his hot dog.

"Kassel College has so few people? It feels like there aren't even as many people as a regular high school in China."

Fingel swallowed the bread in his mouth, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and pointed to the list on the big screen to explain.

"Most of the free day activities are attended by freshmen and sophomores. The juniors and seniors are mostly busy with internships or fieldwork around the world and don't participate much in these kinds of on-campus activities."

Lin Yuan nodded. That was normal. If older students also joined in, the younger freshmen would probably have no chance in this kind of competition that tests practical skills.

At that moment, the sweet electronic voice of the artificial intelligence "Norma" was methodically announcing the competition rules over the loudspeaker.

On the large screen, hundreds of names were displayed as a stream of dark blue data, scrolling rapidly and being paired up in a fair and random manner.

No one knows whether their opponent is an equally matched classmate or a monster capable of causing psychological trauma.

Soon, Lin Yuan was assigned an opponent, and following the signs, he opened the door to Fighting Hall No. 3.

The wooden floor exudes a faint scent of pine, and several rows of wooden weapon racks stand against the wall.

Lin Yuan walked to the center of the field and stood still, quietly waiting for his opponent.

At the same time, the main screen outside the venue instantly switched to focus on the interior of Fighting Hall No. 3.

All the freshmen's attention was drawn to this, and everyone stared intently at the screen, secretly wondering who was so unlucky as to run into this S-class demon king in their very first match.

A moment later, the sliding door was opened again.

A burly man wearing brightly colored floral shorts and flip-flops walked in.

The square outside the venue immediately erupted in chaos.

"Who is this guy? Why is he dressed like this to compete in the ring?" Several freshmen who had just enrolled looked on in astonishment.

A senior student immediately covered his face and explained, "Who else could it be? It's Fingel, the legendary figure of our academy, the genius who went from A-level to E-level all the way down. How did he end up in S-level?"

Inside the fighting gym, Lin Yuan looked at his roommate who swaggered in, equally surprised.

He always thought that this guy got up early this morning just to show him the way and get a free breakfast in the cafeteria. Who would have thought that he was also here to participate in the competition?

Fingel chuckled twice, looking at Lin Yuan's surprised expression: "Surprised? Unexpected? Junior brother, this was assigned by the system, it's purely fate."

Lin Yuan looked the other person up and down, noticing their Hawaiian beach vacation-style attire, and suddenly realized what they had been talking about in the square: "Didn't you just say outside that third- and fourth-year students generally don't participate in these kinds of activities?"

Fingel wasn't embarrassed at all; instead, he proudly puffed out his chest: "I'm a seventh-grader! Of course, I'm not a junior or senior!"

This impeccable logic left Lin Yuan speechless. He pointed at the pair of flip-flops and said, "Fine, you're the senior one, but what's the point of this outfit?"

"It's all about participation!" Fingel chuckled, taking a half-step closer with a cheeky grin.

"Boss Caesar has spoken. As long as you participate in the freedom today, you can all go to the student council for a banquet tonight. Boston lobster and king crab are all you can eat. I came here specifically for that seafood feast."

"Boss Caesar? You're still in the student council?"

“That’s right!” Fingel patted his belly, his face full of pride.

"When I joined the student council, Caesar hadn't even enrolled yet. In terms of seniority, I'm older than him!"

Just as Lin Yuan was still processing the outrageous resume of this seventh-year senior, the referee standing at the edge of the arena, seeing both sides in position, loudly announced the rules of the ring:

"This match is mixed martial arts! If one side falls out of bounds, voluntarily surrenders, or loses consciousness, they are declared the loser!" The referee raised the red flag in his hand and glanced at the two fighters.

"Are you ready?"

After receiving confirmation, the red flag was waved down forcefully.

"Game start!"

Lin Yuan put aside his distracting thoughts and focused his gaze.

He was quite satisfied with this randomly matched duel, after all, he had a roommate who liked to "play dumb," and it would be a lie to say he wasn't curious about his skills.

Now that we've met in the ring, let's take this opportunity to increase the intensity of our sparring and find out Fingel's true strength.

However, he had only taken half a step forward, and hadn't even had time to raise his hand.

"Ouch!!!"

Suddenly, Fingel on the other side let out a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered.

The 1.9-meter-tall German man clutched his chest with both hands and flew backward more than two meters through the air.

He slammed his fist on the floor with a thud, clutching his chest and rolling around in agony, his features contorted in pain.

"Such powerful internal energy! S-rank is indeed terrifying!" Fingel lay on the ground groaning, one hand weakly raised.

"My internal organs are shattered! I surrender! Junior brother, you were truly ruthless..."

He added halfway through his grumbling, "Remember not to fight me for the lobster tonight, I need to nourish myself."

Outside the venue, the students who had been hoping to witness an S-class battle were instead covered in disbelief as they watched Fingel's exaggerated and clumsy acting on the big screen. They simply couldn't bear to watch this embarrassing scene.

Lin Yuan: (?_?)

He was now certain that he had been playing dumb for too long, and Fingel had become completely comfortable with being the real pig.

When faced with such a shameless person who would do anything to get a free lobster meal, he couldn't say much and could only accept this absurd start to the year.

The schedule for the free day was very tight.

Apart from a one-hour lunch break, Norma will immediately arrange the next match as soon as both players have finished their previous battle and have rested for more than 30 minutes.

Half an hour later, Lin Yuan pushed open the glass door of the No. 2 Comprehensive Kendo Hall.

Standing in the center of the field was a blond, blue-eyed European boy.

He was dressed in a crisp white training uniform, his back ramrod straight, his features deep-set, and a perfectly gentle smile playing on his lips.

It was Lancelot, whom I had just met at the welcome lunch yesterday.

Upon seeing Lin Yuan enter, he took a half step back, placed his right hand on his chest, and bowed slightly, displaying an air of a knight who had traveled from the Middle Ages.

Although he knew that what stood before him was an almost invincible S-class monster, there was no trace of cowardice or fear in his deep blue eyes, only the openness and resilience of a classic knight.

Lin Yuan nodded in response and walked to the weapon rack at the edge of the field to select a weapon.

But they found Lancelot still standing there empty-handed, showing no intention of choosing a weapon.

"Why don't you choose a weapon?" Lin Yuan pointed to the weapon rack.

Lancelot shook his head, raised his hands, and assumed a fighting stance: "My hands are my best weapons."

Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow: "Aren't you called Lancelot? Knights don't die unarmed, so how come you died empty-handed?"

Lancelot: (￣□￣；)

That face, as elegant as a Greek sculpture, failed to manage its expression.

Lancelot usually surfs the internet, but he never expected that this fierce S-class character was actually a fan of anime and manga.

“Those are just fictional settings in literary works.” Lancelot carefully chose his words, his tone helpless.

"Besides, my swordsmanship is not as superb as my ancestor's. Having heard about your achievements in Chicago, I think using two hands to fight might be more advantageous."

"Ancestor? You really are a descendant of Lancelot, but Lancelot was a Knight of the Round Table from England. You seem to be French, right?"

Lancelot wasn't annoyed and patiently explained, "Our ancestor left Britain in his later years and returned to his fiefdom in France to spend the rest of his life. So our family has always been rooted in France. Besides, the EU is now integrated, and there's no longer such a clear distinction between England and France."

Lin Yuan gave a vague "oh," and since his opponent insisted on going empty-handed, he respected his choice.

He walked to the center of the field, stood firmly with his feet apart, and without any starting stance, simply let his hands hang casually at his sides, indicating that the other party could start at any time.

As soon as the start of the match was announced, Lancelot, who had been gentle and refined just a moment ago, suddenly became fierce.

He pushed off with his feet, quickly closing the distance to Lin Yuan, then twisted his waist and unleashed a fierce military-style Krav Maga straight punch straight towards Lin Yuan's chest.

Extremely fast speed and perfect force exertion; this is definitely muscle memory formed through countless hours of training.

Lin Yuan stood still, neither dodging nor avoiding.

Just as the fist was about to touch his chest, the blood flow in his body changed rapidly, and his muscles instantly twisted together tightly.

Sixth move: Iron block.

"boom!"

The dull thud echoed in the empty fighting arena.

Lancelot's face turned pale.

He felt as if his punch had not landed on flesh and blood, but rather struck a steel plate.

The enormous reaction force rolled back along his finger bones, and he endured the excruciating pain, quickly withdrawing his fist and stepping back.

After creating distance again, a layer of cold sweat had formed on his forehead. Looking down, he saw that the back of his right hand was visibly swollen and red, and several of his fingers were almost broken.

On the other hand, Lin Yuan maintained his initial casual demeanor, clearly showing no intention of pressing his advantage.

With just one strike, Lancelot realized that the difference in strength between the two was as vast as an insurmountable chasm.

Lancelot put his right hand behind his back, flicked it imperceptibly, the fighting spirit in his eyes faded, and he returned to his gentle and refined demeanor.

"I lost." He lowered his head calmly, his tone relaxed.

"The strength of an S-rank is truly despair-inducing. If we keep fighting like this, I won't be able to hold my pen during tomorrow's Magic Mechanics class."

Lin Yuan dispelled the "iron block" on his body, glanced at Lancelot, and nodded in deep agreement.

"A wise choice." Lin Yuan smiled and casually accepted the other person's joke.

"Your power generation technique is actually perfect. If you faced an opponent with a slightly more normal defense, you would be the final winner."

At the same time, after a brief silence, a commotion of gasps and gasps arose in the square in front of the big screen.

Lancelot, an A-level freshman from France, has always been at the top of his class in practical classes.

But when he punched the S-rank character just now, not only did it fail to break through the opponent's defenses, it was as if he had attacked the anti-armor, and he couldn't withstand it first.

This kind of physical strength, which completely defies common sense, is simply outrageous.

Even if someone were to step forward now and accuse Lin Yuan of being a pure-blooded dragon in human skin, everyone present would probably believe it without a doubt.

Just then, someone in the crowd shouted, "Quick! Go find Fingel to raise the bet!"

"It doesn't matter how low the odds are now! This isn't betting, it's practically picking up free money!"

The students in the square seemed to wake from a dream, turning their heads in a flurry, trying to find Fingel, the farmer, in the crowd.

But even before Lancelot conceded defeat, the Minister of Information had already slipped away.

As his roommate, he knew better than anyone what kind of monster Lin Yuan was.

If this kind of game, with no suspense whatsoever, really allowed the entire school to come and "get free money," even with the odds being placed at the lowest possible level, the sheer size of the one-sided pool of funds would be enough to leave the bookmaker with nothing but his underwear.

A few hundred meters away on the tree-lined path, Fingel was running wildly in flip-flops.

As he ran, he shouted at the top of his lungs without turning his head:

"The betting market is closed! Stop betting! Stop all betting!"

"Don't run! You swindler! Give me back my chance to make money!" A group of elite mixed-race people with bloodshot eyes chased after him, waving banknotes.

Chapter 70 The Victor Lin Yuan

The subsequent battles in the morning progressed extremely quickly.

Lin Yuan's opponents have changed wave after wave.

Whether it was the Russian strongman who had practiced Muay Thai or the sophomore who was proficient in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, they were all easily sent out of bounds in the first round of the fight.