Know Yourself in the Dragon World

Chapter 258: A Face-to-Face

It was getting closer and closer, along with the sound of a knife.

But this passage is a dead end. The only way to leave is to go back, and if you go back you will inevitably run into it.

No, there is the sound of wind.

Caesar would not have heard it wrong, it was similar to the wind created by the flapping of wings.

The thing could fly, very fast, and it was coming towards them.

"Get out of the way!" Caesar pounced back and knocked Lu Mingfei and Finkel down.

Something hit the screen wall behind.

Chu Zihang half-knelt and looked back.

Just like the initial judgment, it’s the snake-like Deadpool, but it’s a little different.

The corpses we saw before did not have membrane wings.

This is an evolution, a sign of moving towards perfection. The Deadpool in front of us has gone a long way on the road to becoming a dragon.

However, its membrane wing was injured, and black blood was flowing down the corners, making it unable to maintain a good balance, which caused it to crash into the screen wall.

"Caesar, take them both to the elevator." Chu Zihang held Murasame horizontally in front of him.

The high temperature of Jun Yan made the blade burn hot.

"No matter how you put it, dealing with this kind of thing is not entirely the responsibility of the Eight Snake Clans." Chu Zihang rushed forward, wanting to take advantage of Deadpool's injury to quickly get rid of it.

"Be careful." Caesar placed a high-intensity flashlight on the ground to ensure that Chu Zihang's battlefield was illuminated.

Then he continued to cover Lu Mingfei and Finkel as they evacuated to the elevator.

I had not run far when I saw a figure approaching quickly in the dim light of the fire.

The knife dragged sparks on the ground and his breathing was extremely steady.

In this kind of scene, one can only feel that someone is chasing Killer.

Caesar was stunned, not quite understanding.

"Hey, have you seen that monster?" The man's appearance gradually became clear, a very old face filled with endless anger.

Uesugi Kotsu guarded the building when Minamoto no Chisei was not at Genji Heavy Industries.

Lu Mingfei understood what he heard and pointed to the back, shouting, "It flew over!"

"Go downstairs and deal with the remaining debris!" Uesugi Yue ordered.

He picked up the knife that was dragging on the ground and rushed to the back past the three people.

The storm was so sudden and violent that even Caesar couldn't react in time.

Time zero is a completely different concept from Principal Ange's. One is the spirit of words, and the other is pure speed.

There was no spiritual fluctuation, which meant... an old man relied on his physical strength to move so fast that even Caesar of A-level bloodline couldn't see clearly.

"Oh my god, this old man is in great shape..." Finkel exclaimed in a low voice.

"What did he just say?" Caesar asked Lu Mingfei.

"Let us go to the lower level to help. This is another person who treats us as his own." Lu Mingfei breathed a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, Uesugi Yue suddenly turned around and asked in fairly fluent Chinese: "Aren't you from the Sheqi Eight Clan?"

There is no need for the Eight Clans of Sheqi to talk to each other in Chinese, let alone say such words.

"Damn it, run!" Caesar kicked Finkel on the butt.

"Why are people speaking Chinese everywhere?" Finkel recalled the night he was dominated by Han Qiu.

Chu Zihang fought against the Deadpool alone, and under the light of the flashlight, he kept swinging his sword between light and darkness.

They were clearly attacking, but were being pushed back continuously.

As he stepped back inadvertently, he kicked the flashlight away.

His vision was lost in an instant, and relying on instinct, he swept forward.

Murasame cut through the darkness like a silver lightning with the force of thunder.

There is no point in using too many techniques to fight against such a monster.

Black blood splattered everywhere, and the shrill and strange screams were particularly harsh.

Deadpool's long tail swung in the darkness, giving Chu Zihang no time to react.

He flew backwards and hit the wall heavily.

Between the unknown intruder and Deadpool, Uesugi Yue chose the latter. He did not stop Caesar and the other two from escaping, but took over Chu Zihang's fight with a knife.

Caesar thought they were safe and turned back to help Chu Zihang leave.

Lu Mingfei and Finkel were almost reaching the elevator door.

"Beautiful, we should give this thing to the Eight Clans of Sheqi..." Caesar helped Chu Zihang up, and just as he was excited, he fell silent.

Just a moment, almost the time it takes to see each other.

The snake-like Deadpool that Chu Zihang was struggling to resist had his head chopped off by Uesugi Yue.

"This..." Caesar realized how ridiculous his luck was.

But he still couldn't understand why the power that could knock Chu Zihang away could not move the old man at all.

Caesar recognized Chu Zihang's bloodline, just as he recognized his own excellence.

No matter how excellent a hybrid is, its physical strength cannot be compared with that of a dragon, but the old man is fighting against the snake-like Deadpool, resolving the battle in the simplest and most brutal way.

"You should just leave." Chu Zihang said, "I'm fine."

"I can't leave you here." Caesar met Uesugi's unfriendly gaze, "I didn't expect that this old man could kill instantly something you couldn't solve."

"Who are you? The scum of the ghost group?" Uesugi Yue approached with a knife.

It wasn't a polite inquiry, but a threat.

Chu Zihang's blood burst out again. It seemed that after the accident in the capital, he could easily reach the third level of blood burst state.

"Senior Brother, Caesar!" Lu Mingfei shouted loudly at the elevator door.

"Go!" Caesar turned around and shouted.

The captain's will, a tone that cannot be disobeyed.

Not angry, but a little dissatisfied.

I'm dissatisfied with these two idiots and they're still not leaving. What are you waiting for?

Finkel decisively pressed the door closing button.

"Senior Brother and Caesar are still inside!" Lu Mingfei wanted to open the door.

Finkel grabbed his wrist and said, "You will only be a hindrance if you go. Be more rational!"

"This is abandoning teammates!" Lu Mingfei was anxious, but his strength was completely unable to break through Finkel's obstruction.

During the argument, neither of them realized that the elevator was not going up, but down...

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Murasame faced the sword.

The handle has a very noticeable patina, and it is a good knife that has stood the test of time.

Under the unilateral pressure, Chu Zihang was unable to support himself with both hands.

The blade dug into his collarbone.

Caesar seized the opportunity to get rid of Uesugi Yue while he was restrained by Chu Zihang.

He turned sideways and spun around Chu Zihang, and slashed at Sugi Yue's waist with his knife.

The withered arm was faster than Caesar's sword, and it slapped the chest.

The sternum and ribs shattered instantly, leaving a dent in the chest.

The blood spurting forwards and the body flying backwards created a sense of incongruity and yet a sense of tacit understanding.

"We are not the fierce ghosts..." Chu Zihang used all his strength to push away Uesugi Yue's knife.

Caesar lay on the ground, blood gushing out of his throat as he gasped.

Incomprehensible, totally beyond comprehension.

Before, he was knocked down by Han Qiu with a slap, but since the opponent was a dragon, it was reasonable.

Later, he was slapped by an old man, causing his bones to be broken and his internal organs to be damaged. Could this also be a dragon?

Caesar thought of what Lu Mingfei said. Well, it seems that there really are super hybrids that have crossed the critical blood limit. How can such an abstract existence exist?

"I'm Chu Zihang." Chu Zihang knew that if he didn't say something quickly, the old man's knife would fall again.

In the current situation, it would be better for him to be treated as a prisoner by the Sheqi Eight Families than to be mistakenly killed as an enemy.

"Chu Zihang? I think I heard Zhisheng say that." Uesugi Yue put down the knife he raised, "Those little guys sent by Angers?"

"Yes." Chu Zihang slowly stepped back.