Transmigrating into a dragon clan experimental subject, is that even possible?

Chu Zihang's eyes turned cold, and the Dragon Cutter was instantly drawn. His figure transformed into a blur, rushing towards McCallum in an instant, his blade flashing like lightning. However, McCallum merely snorted coldly, raising his hand and waving it, a gust of wind forming a shield that blocked Chu Zihang's blade strike.

“Not bad swordsmanship.” McCallum’s voice carried a hint of disdain. “Unfortunately, your strength is still insufficient.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the storm in his hand suddenly pressed down on Chu Zihang. Chu Zihang gritted his teeth, the Dragon Slash and the wind blade clashing repeatedly, stirring up waves of violent shockwaves. His feet dragged two deep tracks in the ground, but he did not retreat even half a step.

Tian and Lu Mingfei quickly joined the battle, their rune guns and short swords simultaneously attacking McCallum's flanks. However, the wind blades seemed to possess a life of their own, instantly blocking their attacks.

“Foolish mortals.” McCallen sneered, raised his hand and clenched it, and a huge pillar of wind rose from the ground, instantly blowing Tian and Lu Mingfei away.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Caesar launched a surprise attack from behind, his rune sword transforming into a blue lightning bolt aimed straight at McCullen's back. However, McCullen seemed to have anticipated this; his figure vanished from the spot and reappeared beside Caesar the next moment, sending him flying several meters away with a single hand.

“Your struggles are futile.” McCallum’s voice was deep and imposing. “In the realm of the Wind King, you are nothing but prey to be slaughtered by me.”

Chu Zihang steadied himself, the blue-green light on the Dragon Cutter shimmering slightly. His gaze was fixed on McCallen, and he said in a low voice, "Xia Mi's power... let me see just how much you can withstand."

McCallen's gaze sharpened slightly, as if he had sensed the unusual power within Chu Zihang. He snorted coldly, and the storm in his hand suddenly tightened, transforming into an extremely sharp wind blade that shot straight at Chu Zihang.

Chu Zihang did not retreat. He held the Dragon Cutter horizontally in front of him, and the blade clashed fiercely with the wind blade. The blue-green light suddenly surged, instantly forcing the wind blade back.

"You can actually use the power of the Dragon King?" McCallum's voice revealed a hint of surprise, but it was quickly replaced by a sneer. "However, this power is nothing but a small trick to me."

"We'll see if we try," Chu Zihang said in a low voice, gripping the Dragon Cleaver tightly, and charged towards McCarren once again, ushering in this true life-or-death duel.

Chu Zihang shot towards McCallum like an arrow, the blue-green light on his Dragon Cleaver growing ever brighter. With each strike, violent ripples spread through the air, as if the entire space was under immense pressure. McCallum, however, remained calm. He raised his hand and unleashed a wind blade, easily deflecting Chu Zihang's attack. Simultaneously, he shifted his stance slightly, his figure becoming a blur, moving with ease through the storm.

"Your swordsmanship is indeed formidable, but not enough to threaten me," McClane said coldly, his voice like rolling thunder, carrying an invincible pressure. "The essence of wind is formless and intangible. How could you, a mere mortal, possibly touch its origin?"

Chu Zihang did not respond. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, and the frequency of his Dragon Slash increased, the blade light weaving into a net, forcing McCallum to confront him head-on. Each collision was accompanied by a deafening roar, and the shockwaves from the ground spread out like waves.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Caesar launched an attack from the flank, the blue light of his rune sword flashing like lightning towards McCullen's waist. However, McCullen merely waved his hand, a whirlwind deflecting Caesar's attack, and then swung a column of wind in return, striking Caesar directly in the chest.

"Damn it!" Caesar grunted, staggering back several steps after being hit by the wind pillar, but he quickly regained his footing and charged forward again with gritted teeth.

On the other side, Tian used his rune gun to restrain McCullen, firing continuous beams of energy precisely at his feet and flanks, attempting to limit his movement. However, those beams were completely absorbed by an invisible wind barrier before they could reach McCullen.

“A boring trick.” McCallum’s tone was tinged with contempt. He suddenly swung his hand down, and a huge wind blade descended from the sky, covering the entire direction of the sky.

Tian's pupils contracted slightly as he swiftly rolled to dodge the wind blades, but the terrifying shockwave still made him feel a tightness in his chest. He took a breath, barely managing to steady himself, but his gaze became even more serious.

Lu Mingfei watched the battle from the rear, his hand gripping the dagger drenched in cold sweat. He knew he couldn't participate in such a fight, but he also understood that if he didn't do something, the situation would only worsen.

"I can't just stand here!" Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth, his gaze fixed on the churning storm beneath McCallum's feet, trying to find any opportunity to break through.

Just then, Chu Zihang launched another fierce attack. His figure was like a lone blade in a raging storm, relentlessly pressing towards McCallum. The blue-green light seemed to merge with him, the power left behind by Xia Mi, and also an inescapable responsibility.

McClane's gaze sharpened slightly; he had clearly sensed a change in Chu Zihang's offensive. This change wasn't due to an absolute increase in power, but rather a profound fusion—the aura of the Dragon King was gradually merging with Chu Zihang's sword intent.

"The Dragon King's will has merged with yours so smoothly..." McCallen's voice was low, tinged with undisguised surprise. "It seems that Jormungandr's choice was indeed unexpected."

Chu Zihang did not respond. His sword stance suddenly changed, and a dazzling blue-green light burst forth, as if transforming into a giant cyan dragon that charged straight at McCallum's chest.

McCallen finally took the attack seriously. He raised his hands, and the surrounding storm suddenly condensed into a massive wind wall, attempting to block Chu Zihang's offensive. However, the emerald green blade light pierced through the wind wall without any hindrance, heading straight for McCallen.

"How is this possible!" McCallen roared, his figure suddenly retreating, but the blade light still followed closely, pressing on relentlessly.

“Even storms eventually come to an end.” Chu Zihang shouted, and the light of the Dragon Cutter became even more dazzling. His figure transformed into a gust of wind, instantly closing in on McCallum, concentrating all his power into this one strike.

The blade flashed, and the storm abruptly ceased. McCarran's figure was engulfed by the blade's light, the gale dispersed, and the entire altar fell into a deathly silence.

A moment later, the blue-green light gradually dissipated, and Chu Zihang slowly sheathed his sword. His breathing was slightly rapid, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. However, his gaze remained cold, fixed on the spot where McCarren had fallen.

When the smoke cleared, McCallen knelt on the ground, a deep crack appearing in his silver armor. He raised his head, looking at Chu Zihang with a complex expression, his tone tinged with mockery yet also with a hint of approval: "Jormungandr's power is indeed formidable... but don't think that means victory."

McClane's body gradually dissolved into countless gusts of wind, dissipating into the air. His voice echoed around the altar: "The wind never truly disappears; one day, you will feel my presence again..."

As McCarran vanished, the storm subsided, and the altar returned to silence. Chu Zihang stood there, his gaze cold and resolute. He gripped the Dragon Cutter tightly, his voice low and firm: "Next time, I will make you disappear completely."

The group slowly walked forward. Caesar patted Chu Zihang on the shoulder and smiled, "Not bad, you finally took down a big shot."

"It's not over yet." Chu Zihang glanced at the Dragon Cutter, whose blue-green blade light was gradually dimming, and his tone revealed an undeniable determination. "There are even stronger enemies waiting for us."

Lu Mingfei sat down on the ground, panting, and said, "Next time... could you please not push yourself so hard?"

Tian put away his rune gun and sighed, "Fighting to the death is our only option. The dragons won't give us a chance to breathe."

The sky gradually cleared, and sunlight pierced through the thick clouds, bathing everyone in its glow. The battle was over, but everyone knew this was merely the calm before a much larger storm.

Sunlight streamed through the ruins, but the oppressive atmosphere lingered. An unsettling stillness hung in the air, as if brewing a new storm. Chu Zihang gripped the Dragon Cutter, standing on the edge of the high ground, his gaze sweeping across the endless wilderness. His expression was stern, but a hint of weariness and deep thought lingered in his eyes.

Caesar leaned against a boulder, his rune sword planted in the ground. He squinted at Chu Zihang, his tone carrying his usual flippancy: "Hey, Chu Zihang, don't be so serious. We just defeated a Dragon King, isn't that something to celebrate?"

Chu Zihang didn't turn around. He just said in a low voice, "McCarlan's disappearance doesn't mean it's over. His words have reminded us that the storm could come back at any time."

“We’ve seen storms before; they’re not insurmountable.” Caesar shrugged, but his tone lacked some of its usual ease. “But are you alright? That power just now… you overdid it, didn’t you?”

"I'm fine." Chu Zihang gripped the Dragon Cutter tightly, his voice low. "Xia Mi's power isn't mine; it was just lent to me. If I can't fully control it, I'll only be devoured by it in the end."