Chapter 339 Don’t use your shallow knowledge to test our father-son relationship!
The negotiations broke down, or rather, there was no possibility of negotiations in the first place.
Cheng Shuangfan knew a little bit about the secrets of Solomon's Temple. He knew that they were artificially creating super hybrids, and that countless women had died tragically at the hands of their unborn children.
In the secret party, high-level hybrids who want to mate need to be analyzed by a professor of bloodline to confirm that the children they give birth to will not be pure-blooded dragons before they will agree to their union.
But it would be different in Solomon's Temple. These BYDs really don't take the mother's life seriously. In their eyes, women are purely tools for reproduction. If they break down, they will be thrown away and replaced with a new one.
Cheng Shuangfan really hated this kind of behavior that did not treat people as human beings. In addition, Zhao Xuzhen’s trip was to poach the most solid Oriental hybrids. How could he tolerate this?
The moment he blurted out "Go back to your kennel", a small scarlet dot appeared between Zhao Xuzhen's eyebrows. The hunting team told him with practical actions that they had already completed the "courtesy" process, and if he didn't get out, they would resort to force.
Zhao Xuzhen doesn't like to use violence. He prefers to use his power to overwhelm others. He likes to watch others struggle under the general trend and finally kneel down in front of him and beg for mercy. But this does not mean that he will not use force to solve problems.
He turned his sight slightly and looked towards a building in the dark night in the distance. The sniper was about four hundred meters away.
"You point a gun at me? You want to fight me?" Zhao Xuzhen's tone turned cold, his eyes gradually glowed golden, and his gaze refocused on Cheng Shuangfan.
"China is a society ruled by law, and guns are prohibited." Cheng Shuangfan played with the knife used to cut cigars, with a look of disdain on his face:
"You'll have a higher chance of success if you bring a dragon through customs than if you bring a gun."
Zhao Xuzhen's face froze. Although, they did not carry guns, so there was no possibility of a gunfight.
His golden pupils shone brighter and brighter, and they seemed to be spinning in a kaleidoscope-like pattern. His tone became more serious: "Do you think you have me in your hands?"
This is the signal to start fighting.
Cheng Shuangfan stood tall and fearless, but the movement of the knife in his hand stopped quietly, which was a signal to prepare for battle.
Inside the sea of black Mercedes-Benz cars, beauties of all shapes and sizes pushed open the doors and walked out, with pale golden light in their eyes.
The other bodyguards also lit up their golden pupils, with nothing in their hands. Some of them were chanting dragon words in a low voice, as if they were releasing some kind of spiritual words.
Cheng Shuangfan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly. Among the twenty hybrids, there were at least three high-level hybrids, and there was also Zhao Xuzhen, who had crossed the critical blood limit and was suspected to be a knight. This time, the Temple of Solomon really invested heavily.
but……
“Boom boom boom—”
The extremely oppressive atmosphere that could lead to a war at any time was covered by the roar of the car engine. Zhao Xuzhen paused and looked at the speeding black car with a frown.
"Squeak--" The car braked to a stop behind the jeep, and the tires rubbed against the ground with a teeth-grinding sound. The driver turned off the engine, pushed the door open and got out in one go.
The one who forcefully entered everyone's sight was a teenager wearing a classic black and white outfit. The casual outfit of a white shirt and black trousers was very suitable for him. Even though he was holding a knife in his hand, as long as you didn't look into his eyes, he still gave people the impression of a clear and cheerful male high school student.
But if you meet his eyes, you will find that this is not an ordinary tall boy, but a thug in a suit.
Chu Zihang carried Murasame and walked to Cheng Shuangfan's side, forming a solid barrier with him.
"I thought you couldn't make it." Cheng Shuangfan saw him coming and didn't turn around. He just smiled and greeted him. Although he was joking, he didn't dare to underestimate the artificial super hybrids of the Temple of Solomon.
"We took a detour." Chu Zihang just sent Xia Mi to Wan Boqian, otherwise he would have been able to catch up with the part where he was making harsh remarks just now.
"Is there no one left in Kassel Academy? They even sent students to block the way." Zhao Xuzhen sneered and blatantly made the mistake that all villains would make.
Cheng Shuangfan narrowed his eyes when he heard that, but was not fooled. He waved his right arm, and the cigar cutter instantly turned into an afterimage and stabbed directly at a bodyguard who was chanting dragon words in a low voice and was about to release the word spirit.
Zhao Xuzhen's side has more than twenty people. Even if they are just low- to medium-level mixed-bloods, as long as there is an appropriate spiritual word, it will be enough to cause them huge trouble. We must strike first.
Zhao Xuzhen caught the flight trajectory of the knife and tried to stop it with his hand, but the knife suddenly accelerated to a higher speed, even faster than a bullet. He had no time to stop it and could only watch it fly past him and crash into the crowd.
It was not known whether it was an illusion or the blade was reflecting the neon lights in the distance, but the knife drew a long bright white line in the air and stabbed directly at the bodyguard who was chanting in a low voice.
However, faced with such a swift and deadly attack, the bodyguard had no intention of dodging. Instead, he stared straight ahead, not knowing whether he was waiting for his teammates to rescue him or was prepared to sacrifice his life to end tonight's farce.
Just as he was about to utter the last word of Dragon Word, Zhao Xuzhen suddenly realized that something was wrong. The long bright white line was clearly the flashing indicator light on the cigar handle.
"Small--"
Before he could utter the warning, the small but sturdy cigar cutter exploded with a loud bang. A cloud of red smoke instantly spread from the plastic handle, dyeing the air within a three-meter radius scarlet.
"Your mother!" The cigar blade was unbalanced due to the explosion, and it spun and hit another bodyguard who was about to release the word spirit. Under the influence of Frigga's anesthetic, he only had time to spit out this Chinese curse before his eyes rolled back and he fainted on the ground.
His fall was like the first domino to fall. The bodyguards shrouded in red mist and the two wavy blonde beauties could not resist and fell asleep.
With just one knife, he killed five bodyguards and two "concubines".
"See, this is the correct way to use those crazy creatures in the equipment department." Cheng Shuangfan smiled without saying anything. He replaced the explosives built into the handle of the cigar cutter with Frigga anesthetic, with remarkable results.
With just this one move, he easily defeated many careless idiots.
The corners of Chu Zihang's mouth twitched slightly. It seemed that he still had a lot to learn.
And this action is the signal to officially start the war.
The moment the cigar cutter flew out, the sniper four hundred meters away pulled the trigger, and a Frigga bullet streaked across the dark night sky like a red comet and shot straight at Zhao Xuzhen's forehead.
At this distance, if Frigga's bullet hits the target with great force, an ordinary person might suffer a concussion, but a hybrid would at most be dazed but not suffer any brain damage.
Unfortunately, Zhao Xuzhen was not an ordinary half-blood. The moment Frigga's bullet was fired, a sense of crisis crept into his heart, prompting him to dodge.
"Bang!"
A cloud of red mist exploded on the hood of the car, and four bodyguards immediately stepped forward, using their bodies as shields to block Zhao Xuzhen.
The remaining bodyguards threw their arms around and rushed towards the unsportsmanlike Cheng Shuangfan and Chu Zihang who was holding a knife and ready to stab them. Charging together with them were the women brought by Zhao Xuzhen. Their pretty faces and hot bodies could not hide their ferocity at the moment.
Jiang Wanzhi sat in the car, watching all this expressionlessly. She didn't like either Solomon's Temple or the Secret Party. All she could do was to sit back and watch the show.
After Cheng Shuangfan shared his experience with Chu Zihang, he immediately pulled out two Uzis equipped with silencers from the car, and pulled the trigger amid the bodyguards' looks of "What the hell, this guy is playing a trick on me?"
“Da da da da da da—”
Frigga's bullets fired wildly, and several bodyguards who were in the front were turned into bloody people. Seeing that the torrent of bullets was about to hit Zhao Xuzhen's direction, a blonde, blue-eyed female mixed-race finally finished chanting and suddenly opened her hands.
The Spirit of Words: A Land without Dust!
The invisible territory expanded, and Frigga's bullets exploded instantly upon hitting the barrier composed of high-speed rotating air currents. The strong wind dyed the translucent barrier red, but could not hurt the people inside at all.
Cheng Shuangfan couldn't help but frown when he saw this.
Chu Zihang drew his sword, ready to try whether he could cut through the barrier that was rumored to be able to block everything.
However, at the moment they made a move, Zhao Xuzhen, who was in the Dustless Land, suddenly widened his eyes. His golden pupils suddenly emitted a blazing golden light. The invisible domain expanded in an instant, covering all the people and objects within a radius of 50 meters.
In an instant, Chu Zihang and Cheng Shuangfan's eyes dimmed and they froze in place like puppets with their strings cut.
“Crash——”
The wind blew up the fallen leaves, the depth of the night turned into the brightness of the day, the heavy demon sword turned into a light bamboo sword, and the vision was divided into pieces by the mask.
In front, a man wearing a full set of protective gear shouted loudly and swung his bamboo sword fiercely.
Chu Zihang subconsciously swung his sword to block, and while blocking the powerful blow, he thrust the bamboo sword in his hand forward and hit the metal mask accurately.
"Bang!"
With a dull thud, the kendo class leader, who was wearing the most comprehensive protective clothing in his training suit, fell to the ground. Chu Zihang subconsciously wanted to step forward to finish him off, but the applause that came from the side blocked his next move.
He turned his head and saw a group of spectators, tall and short, fat and thin, male and female, old and young, standing nearby. They were all wearing the same style of training clothes. They looked at him with eyes full of admiration and respect. When they applauded, they wished they could compress the air into an air cannon to make it louder.
He slowly stood up, the bamboo sword in his hand still maintaining an arc ready to be swung at any time, with some doubt in his eyes.
Wasn't he facing a very important battle just now?
Why……
He looked puzzled, and the feeling of disharmony in his mind grew stronger.
"Congratulations, Zihang." The tall man who had fallen to the ground got up, took off his mask, and revealed a familiar face:
"You have already mastered all my sword skills. There is nothing more I can teach you. You can now become my apprentice!"
This is the owner of the Musashi Kendo Training Center of the Children's Palace. Chu Zihang learned the basic kendo from him, and used it to defeat the little bully who spread rumors about him crazily. The other party was also the youngest karate black belt in the country.
But that was when he was in elementary school. He had only studied in the kendo hall for two years, and the kendo class had a total of 36 lessons. Apart from those 36 hours of swordsmanship, Chu Zihang practiced on his own the rest of the time, and occasionally practiced with his fellow disciples and the kendo class teacher.
His head began to ache slightly, and the gap between reality and memory made him frown. The veins in his hand holding the bamboo sword were throbbing, as if he would burst the bamboo handle at any time.
However, just as he was about to break free from the dream, a frivolous male voice suddenly appeared amidst the congratulations:
"As expected of my son, he's awesome!"
Chu Zihang turned his head suddenly upon hearing the voice, and saw the man who had to recall the memory every night to prevent himself from forgetting standing there on the other side, his face full of pride and pride, as if he couldn't wait to announce to the world that he was his own child.
What surprised Chu Zihang even more was that the man had his arm around a woman's waist. The woman had a graceful figure and a pretty face. Although his son was already eighteen or nineteen years old, her eyes were still as clear as a girl's. It was his mother, Su Xiaoyan.
How could they...
This was clearly the scene Chu Zihang had always dreamed of, but it gave him a strong sense of unreality.
He stared blankly at his parents who were proud of him, and there seemed to be a voice in his heart whispering to the devil that this was the reality, his father and mother were fine, and they were a happy family.
But, but... Chu Zihang gritted his teeth and looked at the man in a suit and tie, with a slicked-back hair, who was more decent and calm than he had ever seen before. His heart began to waver and his eyes gradually turned cold.
"Son, daddy will take you to a seafood dinner tonight. Just order whatever you want. Even if you want whale meat, I can get it for you!" The man smiled and walked forward, reaching out his hand to touch his head.
However, his hand had only stretched out halfway when Chu Zihang raised his hand and swung his knife to grab it, and he could not move forward an inch.
There was a hint of surprise in the man's eyes and he wanted to say something, but his figure quickly disintegrated and the surrounding scene suddenly darkened, turning back into the night view of the city.
The black-clad bodyguard who reached out to snatch Murasame away only felt his arm as if it was caught in a trap. The pain was so severe that it seemed as if all his bones were broken. He widened his eyes, but only saw the young man in front of him slowly raise his head, revealing a pair of golden eyes like a giant dragon.
"Bang!"
A loud noise startled Zhao Xuzhen, who was directing his men to control Cheng Shuangfan and others and eliminate the sniper in the distance.
He turned his head suddenly, his pupils shrank suddenly, and saw the bodyguard in black being thrown into the body of the Mercedes-Benz like a rag doll, and the metal door was deeply dented by the huge impact.
The young man holding a sword slowly stood up in the smoke and dust, the golden light in his eyes was colder than the sword's light.
A slender figure holding a telescope in the distance saw this, lowered his raised right hand, and continued to watch as if nothing had happened.
"He's obviously just a reckless man, but he woke up so quickly." He couldn't hide his surprise. After all, his ability was similar to that of the nightmare tapir. Both of them could invade other people's brains and weave a dream for them. In the dream, the identity, concept of time and space, and interpersonal relationships would become blurred, and all emotions were under his control.
Zhao Xuzhen had read Chu Zihang's information and knew that his parents were divorced, his mother remarried, and his father disappeared in a car accident (which, in his opinion, meant he was dead), so he specially wove a dream for him in which both parents were alive and the family was happy, in order to trap him.
This dream has flaws, but it doesn't matter. It only needs to trap them for half a minute or even ten seconds, and everything will be settled.
However, what the intelligence could not tell him was that the boy, who was no more than 20 years old, would recall every night all the details of what happened on that rainy night and every moment he spent with his father to make sure he would not forget him.
How could such a deep emotion be desecrated by Zhao Xuzhen's superficial warm scenes? !
If Zhao Xuzhen had more information, he could have used Xia Mi as the material for his dream or even the heroine, and he might have been able to contain her for a little longer. However, he touched upon a precious memory that Chu Zihang would never allow to be forgotten.
The dragon has a reverse scale, anyone who touches it will die.
The demon sword Murasame made a clear and clanging sound, and Chu Zihang's figure turned into an afterimage. Wherever he passed, people and horses fell to the ground. No matter whether it was the burly black-clad bodyguard or the mother with excellent bloodline that could inherit the bloodline, they could not survive a single round in his hands.
The terrifying force caused Zhao Xuzhen's subordinates to collapse at the touch of a button, and they didn't even have time to release their spiritual words, which fully demonstrated what blood suppression was.
At this moment, Zhao Xuzhen understood that the rumors that this young man single-handedly fought against the top leaders of the Kanto branch and wiped them out were not an exaggeration.
If the senior members of Solomon's Temple saw it, they would definitely be excited and would include Chu Zihang's DNA in their stamp collection list.
But now all the mother bodies have lost their combat effectiveness.
Susanna, the most capable secretary, was knocked unconscious by a blow on the back of a knife. She fell to the ground powerlessly and lost consciousness. The only ones who remained conscious on the scene were Chu Zihang and Zhao Xuzhen.
In the back, Cheng Shuangfan gritted his teeth and frowned, unable to break free from the dream. The taxi driver, Lao Zhang, had a happy look on his face, obviously immersed in a beautiful dream.
"You're pretty good." Zhao Xuzhen was still in his dream state. Even though he was alone, he didn't seem flustered. He even had the time to chat with Chu Zihang:
"But I'm curious. You finally get to see your deceased father again. Why don't you spend more time with him?"
Chu Zihang’s answer was a sharp flash of a knife.
Murasame cut through the night, with a sharp sound breaking through the air and went straight for Zhao Xuzhen's throat.
"Tsk, a reckless man is a reckless man, so rude." Zhao Xuzhen shook his head regretfully, but his right hand tore off the door of the Mercedes-Benz with a violence that was completely inconsistent with his elegant appearance.
The heavy metal door was as light as a feather in his hands, and he swung it towards Chu Zihang like a giant shield with a whistling sound.
Chu Zihang chopped down with his knife and rushed in both directions, but Murasame only cut half of the car door and could not move forward any further.
"Bang--!"
The huge impact force made Chu Zihang take several steps back, his palms felt numb, and the blade was shaking continuously.
Zhao Xuzhen's strength far exceeded his expectations. This was not the explosive power that an ordinary hybrid could possess. The other party gave him the feeling that was even close to Yuan Zhisheng, like a super hybrid.
"Your knife is very fast, but it's not enough." Zhao Xuzhen smiled, shook the half-split car door in his hand, and pulled off the window frame that was in the way. The metal hit the ground with a dull crisp sound.
Chu Zihang did not answer, but adjusted his breathing and held Murasame tightly. His golden eyes became brighter and the dragon blood in his body began to boil!
Second blood burst, start!
(End of this chapter)
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