Dragon Clan: Starting with the Azure Dragon Fruit

One of his little fans even snuck in during the trip.

As soon as this guy got on stage, he excitedly took out his phone and rushed forward to ask for a photo. After being granted the request...

He raised his hands in surrender at lightning speed, the whole action flowing smoothly, as if he was afraid that if he surrendered even half a second later, he would be thrown out.

Watching the boy leave the field satisfied, Lin Yuan felt somewhat annoyed.

I'm Chovy, fans, come on, you're not just a fangirl!

As he continued his unstoppable winning streak, the atmosphere in the square gradually shifted from the initial cheers and shouts that erupted whenever Lin Yuan won to a near-numb silence.

Everyone had already assumed that he should easily crush any S-class opponent.

On the big screen, Lin Yuan's name steadily climbed the ranking tree, moving steadily toward first place at the top.

At noon, the last match of the morning began.

S-class freshman Lin Yuan faces off against student council president Caesar Gattuso.

This was the focal point of the entire school.

Over the loudspeaker, Norma's calm voice announced: "The semi-finals have begun. Unrestricted combat rules are now unlocked, allowing the use of firearms."

Inside the spacious training ground, Caesar was already in position, dressed in a jet-black combat suit, holding a Desert Eagle in each hand.

This large-caliber pistol is extremely lethal at close range, capable of penetrating thick steel plates.

However, for safety reasons, the magazines were filled with Frieza bullets.

This is a special type of non-lethal alchemical ammunition.

Her name comes from Odin's wife in Norse mythology, who made all things swear to protect their son, so Frigga's bullets would not actually cause harm.

The moment the bullet hits the target, it will disintegrate and vaporize, exploding into a realistic pink mist of blood.

Its powerful anesthetic can render an enemy incapacitated in an instant.

With two crisp clicks, Caesar released the safety on both pistols, the dark muzzles pointing steadily at Lin Yuan ahead.

In this fighting arena that emphasizes close-quarters combat, facing an opponent who isn't even wearing protective gear and is only carrying a training bamboo sword, taking the initiative to pull out a firearm and suppress them with firepower would be considered an unfair victory by other mixed-race individuals who are proud of their status.

But Caesar showed no sign of unease.

He was always proud, but never blindly arrogant.

Having witnessed the entire Chicago incident firsthand, he understood better than any of the audience members how desperately vast the power gap was between himself and this S-class monster.

In the face of absolute violence, advocating a so-called fair fight is nothing but a foolish act of suicide. Maintaining distance and unleashing all firepower is the only reasonable tactic at present.

At the other end of the field, Lin Yuan was still wearing his loose-fitting sportswear, carrying a bamboo sword in one hand. When he saw Caesar looking over, he nodded politely as a greeting.

As for the two Desert Eagles in Caesar's hands, Lin Yuan didn't care at all.

Before the match began, the referee had explained the effects of Frigga's bullets, stating that they were simply tranquilizer darts with the speed of bullets.

Even if the gun were loaded with live bullets, with his current physical abilities and Observation Haki, he wouldn't have much trouble dealing with it.

The huge venue was extremely quiet at the moment, with only the low hum of the ventilation system.

Caesar stared at the figure opposite him, who was holding a sword in one hand, and broke the silence first.

"I never expected to run into you so soon." A burning fighting spirit ignited in Caesar's icy blue eyes.

"I thought our duel would stay in the finals."

Lin Yuan displayed remarkable patience in the face of this generous sponsor who had also provided additional funding for the Bugatti Veyron.

He casually twirled his sword, the tip pointing diagonally to the ground, and simply smiled in response to Caesar's grand opening remarks:

"How does Chairman Caesar prefer to fight?"

“I know very well that I probably can’t beat you.” Caesar said frankly, looking directly at Lin Yuan.

"So I just ask you to give it your all. I want to personally measure just how big the gap is between us."

Lin Yuan stopped, his bamboo sword lowered slightly: "As you wish."

The moment he finished speaking, Caesar pulled the trigger, and the two Desert Eagles roared in turn, spitting out dazzling tongues of fire from their muzzles.

Several deep red bullets covered all the possible spots where Lin Yuan could dodge.

But with the help of Observation Haki, his body twisted and folded at an incredible angle, and the high-speed spinning Frigga bullet grazed past his body, creating a gust of air.

Even after the magazine was emptied, not a single pink speck of dust appeared on Lin Yuan's tracksuit.

"Cazzo!"

Caesar couldn't hold back and blurted out a vulgar Italian curse.

Although I never expected to win with firearms, this is just too outrageous!

In the residual images on his retina, Lin Yuan was just like Neo awakening in "The Matrix," calmly and unhurriedly watching all the bullet comments flash by in slow motion at close range.

Fortunately, the shock only lasted for a moment. Seeing that the shooting was ineffective, Caesar decisively discarded his two pistols and drew his bamboo sword from his waist.

A gentle breeze blew in from the dome ventilation fan, and a leaf, which seemed to have come from nowhere, fell from a great height.

The moment the blade touched the floor, Caesar moved.

His figure transformed into a streak of light, the bamboo sword whistling sharply as it slashed straight at Lin Yuan.

This sword strike was incredibly beautiful; its trajectory resembled a gentle breeze sweeping across a lake or petals falling from a branch.

In Lin Yuan's world, however, this attack was as slow as a still frame.

In the instant the petals shattered and ripples spread, Lin Yuan faced the white light and swung his bamboo sword.

"Click".

The bamboo sword snapped in two with a snap.

Caesar was sent flying backwards through the air, barely managing to dissipate the force of his fall.

All of this happened too fast.

Few outside the arena could see the full extent of that fleeting exchange, but Caesar, as one of the parties involved, personally experienced the terror of Lin Yuan.

The moment the two swords clashed, he felt as if he had crashed into a mountain.

That force was like the sky collapsing; his speed, swordsmanship, and power, which he was so proud of, were all laughable in the face of this sword.

Caesar clutched his chest, which felt tight, looked at the broken hilt of the sword that had slipped from his hand, then at Lin Yuan, who stood there with his bamboo sword intact, and shook his head with a wry smile.

At the last moment, Lin Yuan clearly restrained his strength; otherwise, not only would the bamboo sword have broken, but several of his ribs would have been broken as well.

After a brief silence, thunderous applause erupted in the square.

The world of mixed-race people has always worshipped violence. Lin Yuan crushed the student council president with an absolute crushing force, which completely established his terrifying S-class status.

After the semi-finals concluded, an announcement came over the loudspeaker that there would be a one-hour lunch break.

After a brief flash of the giant electronic screen in the center of the square, the final match list appeared: Lin Yuan VS Chu Zihang.

The one-hour lunch break flew by.

The final battle will take place in the afternoon.

The rules remain unrestricted, even allowing the use of alchemical weapons.

Chu Zihang stood in the center of the field before Lin Yuan, untied the long black strip on his back, and drew the divine sword "Muramasa".

The gleaming blade was exposed to the air, and the surrounding moisture seemed to condense instantly, giving the blade a chilling, watery sheen.

It is said that a living spirit dwells within this legendary sword, capable of discerning its owner's heartbeat and even sensing their killing intent.

At the edge of the field, Lin Yuan casually pulled out a standard bamboo sword from the weapon rack.

The referee, glancing at Chu Zihang's alchemical knife that gleamed with a chilling, watery light, couldn't help but speak up, suggesting that Lin Yuan could apply to the equipment department for an alchemical weapon.

In the morning, Lin Yuan's miracle of dodging bullets with his bare body was indeed shocking, but to use an ordinary bamboo sword to fight against an alchemical blade that could cut through iron like mud was far too reckless, and a slight mistake could result in serious injury.

Lin Yuan simply twirled his sword, indicating that the bamboo sword was sufficient. The referee thought for a moment and ultimately did not continue to persuade him.

From a distance of more than ten meters, Lin Yuan stared at Chu Zihang across from him.

After spending time together, he could sense Chu Zihang's inherent stubbornness. His actions were always like he was rushing to his own funeral, and even the way he held the knife exuded a deathly aura of self-destruction.

Drawing your sword with this kind of awareness may be pure in intent to kill, but it will narrow your path.

Lin Yuan originally planned to finish the battle quickly, but after seeing Chu Zihang's gaze, he changed his mind.

He wanted to use this battle to give his cold-faced but warm-hearted friend some pointers on pure swordsmanship.

The match began with the referee's whistle.

Chu Zihang was well aware of how terrifying the man in front of him was, so he naturally had no intention of testing him.

The golden pupils in his eyes burned fiercely like torches in an instant.

He pressed his hands firmly against the hilt of the knife, and his entire body transformed into a bolt of black lightning, launching a sudden attack.

Lin Yuan held the bamboo sword in one hand, choosing not to use Armament Haki to reinforce the blade, and instead avoided a direct confrontation with Murasame.

The bamboo sword drew a tricky arc in mid-air, cutting into the blind spot of Murasame's slash like a butcher dissecting an ox.

He then suddenly pressed down on the sword, gripping the spine of the blade, and used minimal force to redirect Chu Zihang's power to one side.

Murasame's knife tip cut into the floor.

Chu Zihang's eyes shone brightly with golden light, and he suddenly exerted force on his wrist, attempting to raise the blade to attack again.

Unfortunately, it's impossible.

The bamboo sword rested on the spine of Murasame's blade, like an unshakeable mountain.

No matter how Chu Zihang stirred the boiling dragon blood, Murasame was firmly pinned to the spot and unable to move.

Lin Yuan gazed calmly at those stubborn golden eyes through the crisscrossing swords.

"Young man, your sword is too heavy."

Chu Zihang's pupils contracted sharply. He twisted his wrist and used the rebound force of the bent blade to draw his sword and change his move.

The flash of the blade instantly transformed into a storm, with Murasame's sharp blades weaving into an impenetrable net in mid-air, each strike aimed directly at a vital point.

Lin Yuan's feet were firmly planted on the ground. With just a flick of his wrist, the bamboo sword became a blur in front of him, always managing to dodge Murasame's sharpness and suppress the violent blade at the last second.

"What's heavy isn't the sword, but the obsessions of yesterday that you carry, and the fear of tomorrow's life and death." Lin Yuan's voice pierced through the continuous whooshing sounds and clearly reached Chu Zihang's ears.

Chu Zihang roared, his dragon blood surging faster as his emotions stirred.

The image of that rain-soaked night on the overpass resurfaced in my mind, and the suffocating despair transformed into a fighting spirit.

He abandoned defense, abandoning all techniques and focusing solely on unleashing each strike with all his might.

Lin Yuan's feet moved in a zigzag motion, and his wooden sword, piercing through the blade's light, gently struck Chu Zihang's side, interrupting his combo.

"You always look back at past nightmares, and then look up at those unknown and powerful enemies."

The bamboo sword slashed upwards, striking Murasame's blade precisely, forcing Chu Zihang back half a step.

This concession ignited the molten lava in Chu Zihang's eyes.

He gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands, channeling all his energy and strength into a single strike, and with an indomitable, death-defying spirit, he slashed down from the air once more!

Faced with this fatal blow, Lin Yuan's eyes finally turned serious.

He suddenly thrust the bamboo sword in his hand upwards.

Pure skill and ultimate power are perfectly blended in this moment.

"Clang!"

Amidst the violent clash, Murasame's slashing trajectory was deflected by a tremendous force.

Chu Zihang's defenses were wide open, his body riddled with weaknesses.

The bamboo sword plunged straight in, finally hovering steadily an inch in front of his throat.

The wind from the sword ruffled Chu Zihang's bangs, revealing his golden eyes, which were like lava.

Lin Yuan stared at him: "The only thing you forgot to ask yourself is, what are you wielding your sword for?"

"A sword can cut through external things, but if the person wielding the sword is caught up in the past and confused." Lin Yuan lowered the bamboo sword in his hand.

"Then you will never be able to break free of the shackles on your body."

The venue was silent, both inside and out.