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

He took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on the enemy ahead, sensing the rising battle atmosphere in the air.

"Everyone, get ready!" Chu Zihang ordered in a low voice, his tone as cold and decisive as steel.

Caesar gripped his two pistols tightly, held his breath, and awaited the signal for battle.

The enemy drew closer, their footsteps sounding particularly heavy in the silent night. Suddenly, a sharp horn blared in the distance, and the warriors of the Hermes family charged forward like arrows released from a bow.

Caesar's heart skipped a beat. The bullet was already loaded, and his finger lightly touched the trigger, ready to launch an attack at any moment.

"Fire!" Chu Zihang gave the order, and the battlefield was instantly ignited by fire and gunfire.

Caesar fired both pistols simultaneously, bullets flying like a whirlwind towards the enemy vanguard, each aimed precisely at a vital point. The Hermes warriors moved swiftly; despite the intense firepower, they did not retreat but continued their advance, their steps still steady.

"Their defenses are too strong!" Lu Mingfei's voice came from the flank, tinged with anxiety. "Our firepower can't suppress their attack!"

"Don't panic!" Chu Zihang calmly commanded, the blade in his hand flashing coldly in the night as he swiftly charged towards the enemy. "Maintain defensive formation and wait for them to fall into our trap!"

Caesar quickly retreated, adjusted his firing angle, and continued to suppress the enemy's advance. Each time he pulled the trigger, he did so with utmost calmness, striving to find a gap in the enemy's defenses.

But the Hermes warriors were clearly well-trained; their formation was incredibly tight and their coordination was flawless.

Whenever Caesar's bullet hit someone, the others immediately filled the gap and continued the advance without flinching.

"Damn it, they're too disciplined!" Caesar cursed inwardly, beads of sweat already forming on his forehead. He realized that against such an enemy, suppressive fire alone would clearly not be enough to achieve a decisive victory.

Suddenly, a Hermes warrior broke away from the ranks and charged toward Caesar's position with incredible speed.

Caesar's eyes narrowed, and he instantly turned his gun around. However, the opponent's speed exceeded his expectations, closing in instantly with the blade aimed directly at his chest.

"Damn it!" Caesar suddenly turned to the side, barely dodging the blade, but his opponent was clearly not going to let him off easily, and the blade followed closely behind.

Caesar retreated quickly, firing his gun continuously, but his opponent moved as nimbly as a ghost, skillfully dodging every bullet.

"Caesar, watch out!" Tian's voice came from afar. He quickly raised his gun, ready to support Caesar.

However, the opponent clearly realized Tian's intentions, instantly changed course, dodged Tian's firepower range, and pounced on Caesar again.

Caesar's eyes instantly turned calm; he knew that in this situation, any panic could be fatal.

He quickly adjusted his stance, avoiding the enemy's frontal attack while simultaneously searching for an opportunity to counterattack. The enemy's blade slashed towards his chest again, but Caesar suddenly kicked the ground, using the terrain to leap into the air and dodge the blow.

"Now!" Caesar adjusted his gun in mid-air and fired both guns simultaneously. The two bullets were incredibly accurate and struck the opponent's chest.

The enemy paused, the blade fell from the sky, and he crashed heavily to the ground, blood gushing from the wound in his chest, his life quickly fading away.

Caesar landed, quickly adjusted his breathing, and looking at the fallen enemy, he felt the tension in his heart finally relax a little.

But he knew this was just the beginning; the enemy had many more elite troops waiting for him.

"Well done, Caesar!" Tian rushed over quickly, a hint of approval in his eyes. "But we can't let our guard down; their leader hasn't shown up yet."

Caesar nodded, gripped his twin pistols tightly, and continued advancing. He could feel the immense pressure from the enemy, but his fighting spirit only grew stronger.

This wasn't just for the academy; it was also to prove himself. He had to win this battle.

The battle gradually intensified, with the enemy and the academy squad's firepower intertwined, and the entire battlefield filled with the sounds of fierce fighting.

Caesar and Chu Zihang fought side by side, their every move precise and their teamwork seamless, constantly suppressing the enemy's advance.

But at that moment, a low horn sounded from the darkness in the distance, as if it were a harbinger of death.

Caesar's heart tightened suddenly. He turned his head and saw a tall figure slowly walking out from the enemy camp, clad in black armor.

As the deep sound of the horn echoed, Caesar's gaze was fixed on the tall figure emerging from the darkness.

The man was clad in black armor, like a ghost in the night, his blade gleaming with a deadly cold light in the dim moonlight. His steps were steady and silent, carrying an indescribable sense of oppression. With each step, the ground seemed to tremble slightly, and a thick aura of death filled the air.

"He's here." Tian's voice came in a low voice through the communicator, tinged with an unusual solemnity and vigilance. Golden eyes flashed with a cold light, locked onto the dark figure. "This is their leader. He's very strong, far surpassing the previous warriors. We must be careful."

Caesar's heart raced instantly. He gripped his twin pistols tightly, feeling the tension in the air gradually build up.

He knew that the enemy before him was no ordinary warrior, but a true ace sent by the Hermes family. Every movement he made was incredibly steady, as if he were approaching the prey's death step by step.

Chu Zihang stood beside Caesar, his eyes revealing a calm decisiveness. "Don't panic. He is a formidable enemy, but we have faced even more powerful enemies before."

He spoke in a low voice, the blade trembling slightly, as if ready to strike at any moment. Caesar sensed a strength in Chu Zihang's voice; although the enemy was powerful, the team's tacit understanding and determination would not be easily broken.

"Be careful of his Word of Power." Tian's warning pierced the air like a cold blade. "According to our intelligence, he has mastered a powerful domain-type Word of Power that can suppress the actions of everyone around him. Once inside his range, it will be difficult for anyone to move freely."

Upon hearing this information, Caesar felt an even greater sense of urgency. He realized that he could no longer rely on brute force to resolve battles as before, but had to carefully plan and coordinate.

The enemy leader finally reached the front, stood in the center of the battlefield, and stopped.

His face was expressionless, his cold gaze sweeping over the academy squad's formation as if selecting his next prey. The air seemed to freeze, and Caesar's breathing became rapid. He had never felt the breath of death so clearly, as if the slightest mistake would mean certain death.

"You cannot stop me." The enemy leader finally spoke, his voice low and cold, carrying an indescribable intimidating power. His words of power had already begun to permeate the air, and Caesar felt an invisible pressure squeezing in from all directions, making his movements sluggish.

"Now!" Chu Zihang gave the order, instantly charging forward with his blade, his speed so fast it seemed to slice through the oppressive atmosphere of the air. The blade was aimed directly at the leader's throat, gleaming coldly, as sharp as a whirlwind.

Caesar followed closely behind, his twin pistols tracing elegant arcs in the air as he swiftly aimed at the enemy's vitals and pulled the trigger.

Bullets shot toward the enemy like meteors, carrying a strong suppressive force, attempting to block the opponent's movements.

However, the enemy's reaction was faster than they had imagined.

Just as Chu Zihang's blade was about to touch his neck, the enemy's figure suddenly disappeared, gliding through the night like a black shadow, instantly avoiding the combined attack of Caesar and Chu Zihang.

"He's moving too fast!" Caesar was startled and quickly adjusted his gun, trying to lock onto the enemy's position again.

But the dark figure moved across the battlefield like a ghost, each strike swift and precise, as if toying with its prey.

"Be careful, his Word of Power is being activated." Tian's voice was urgent. "The domain is expanding, watch your movements!"

Caesar felt the air around him growing heavier, his legs feeling as if bound by an invisible force, slowing him down. The enemy's domain of incantation was expanding, and everything within its range was beginning to slow and become heavy.

"I can't let his domain control me!" Chu Zihang shouted, forcefully suppressing the effects of his sluggish movements, and swung his sword with all his might, trying to get closer to the enemy again.