Dragon Clan: I'm too lazy to talk to you, you're not worthy to listen!

Empty streets.

At this point, most ordinary people had disappeared, or more accurately, been evacuated. The seemingly empty alley was actually rife with undercurrents.

Ye Jingchen remained standing on the edge of the rooftop, carrying the Seven Deadly Sins sword case in one hand. He leaped down onto the street below the high-rise building, performing an aerial acrobatic act.

The exquisite dragon patterns on the Seven Deadly Sins sword case made this city, which had been repeatedly struck by lightning, pale in comparison.

It brought an even deeper catastrophe to this decaying night.

In the shadows, the first squad of Rimbaud's mixed-race guards gradually emerged.

They either took off their cowboy hats, revealing specially made blast-proof goggles.

Or they might lean against the alleyway, in small groups, gazing at the outnumbered Ye Jingchen and Li Wuyue.

Even though Ye Jingchen and Li Wuyue displayed such extraordinary skills, these Lambo hybrids were not particularly afraid.

The hearts of the people are united, and the mountains move.

Every hybrid in the first squad knew exactly how many hybrids were present.

How could thousands of mixed-race people be afraid of just two people?

A haughty voice echoed: "With so many of us, even if each of us just spat, we could drown those two intruders!"

Although Rimbaud may seem unremarkable and is always being attacked, this land has produced quite a few A-level hybrids, and even S-level hybrids, who have their own pride.

Of course, if someone were truly that proud, they certainly wouldn't use frequent blitz attacks.

Li Wuyue used the Word of Power: Eye of the Wind King, using a whirlwind to accentuate herself. Her gray-white bone armor looked incredibly sturdy. She gracefully descended from the rooftop, her descent appearing slightly more sophisticated than Ye Jingchen's.

Li Wuyue glanced at Ye Jingchen, "Don't you know the Word Spirit Sword Control? Why did you fly down like that?"

"I always felt that it wasn't quite right to just apply Newton's laws to the ground. Occasionally, I'd like to experience firsthand what it feels like to fall under the force of gravity," Ye Jingchen said casually, patting the Seven Deadly Sins sword case and surveying the Rimbaud half-bloods around him.

Newton: "..."

All the Lambo half-bloods looked at Ye Jingchen and Li Wuyue. They couldn't understand why these two dared to talk and laugh in front of an entire half-blood team.

They weren't afraid at all. A voice said, "Don't be afraid. There are so many of us. We can exhaust them to death. Even a thousand slices of bread would be enough to kill two of them!"

Ye Jingchen turned to look at Li Wuyue and snapped his fingers!

All the mixed-race individuals were instantly terrified, thinking that Ye Jingchen had unleashed some powerful attack.

Ye Jingchen jokingly said to Li Wuyue, "Logically speaking, if you open your eyes and glare at them, all the mixed-bloods should kneel down before you!"

“Not entirely, but most hybrids are like that,” Li Wuyue shook her head, raising her hand to look at the bone spurs on her gray arm armor. “For example, hybrids of the Black Supreme and White King bloodlines are largely immune to my pressure.”

A very small number of hybrids with exceptionally strong mental abilities are immune to my pressure.

The idea of ​​relying solely on intimidation is not as reliable as you might think.

Moreover, compared to methods like bloodline suppression, I much prefer the visceral, bone-crunching feel of real combat; it's more in line with the traditions of our dragon race.

Ye Jingchen pouted helplessly, "That's your freedom. How you fight is your business. How about we make a bet now?"

"Oh? What are we betting on?" Li Wuyue's interest was piqued, because as long as she bet, she would have a chance to beat Ye Jingchen. So far, since the first time she met Ye Jingchen, she had not won against him in any way.

Ye Jingchen put Pride back into the Seven Deadly Sins sword case, reached out and drew the Scottish broadsword Greed. He stared at the dragon-head spout on the hilt. Greed was an extreme devouring sword with a hollow blade. Once inserted into an enemy's body, it would frantically extract the enemy's blood, which would gush out from the dragon-head spout on the hilt!

Li Wuyue glanced at the Greed weapon in Ye Jingchen's hand. She had heard a little about the Seven Deadly Sins forged by Norton, the genius alchemy dragon king, but she certainly wouldn't tell Ye Jingchen which alchemical weapon would have a miraculous effect on her.

Li Wuyue raised her hand and moved her hands in a rhythmic motion. "Actually, for these hybrids' current mentality, using their original arrogance or jealousy should be much more effective."

Ye Jingchen smiled faintly, "It's nothing, I just wanted to see how the boiling dragon blood would shoot out from the dragon head spout on the sword guard. It should be quite a sight."

"Let's have a contest to see who can capture more Rimbaud hybrids. The ones on the left are mine, and the ones on the right are yours." After saying this, Ye Jingchen turned to look at the Rimbaud hybrids opposite him and beckoned to the puzzled guys with his finger!

On the Rimbaud half-blood side, concrete debris crunched under the rubber soles of their combat boots.

The orange-haired captain touched the back of his neck, where the arrogant sword had lightly grazed him; the wound was about three or four centimeters long.

He removed his riot goggles, revealing a gruesome scar on his left eye—a medal he had earned ten years ago when he killed a servant in a hunt in Kiev.

He looked across at the building, at a dark bedroom, and made a tactical hand gesture; there was a communications officer from the first squad inside.

The liaison officer quickly understood the orange-haired captain's meaning and sent a voice message to the Rimbaud half-bloods: "We have no way out. This is our last chance."

The brigade instructed us not to act rashly.

The captain's instructions to us were to play freely.

Brothers and sisters, this may very well be our last battle. Unleash your talents to the fullest, fight however you want, and let the dragon's blood boil!

Now, please remove your Bluetooth headset, discard your communicator, and defend Rimbaud's glory!

After finishing his sentence, the liaison officer immediately took off his headset and rushed downstairs!

He was also going to charge towards Ye Jingchen. He was also a member of Rambo's mixed-blood guard team, even if he was just a mere C-level mixed-blood.

Ye Jingchen walked over slowly, and suddenly!

Before him, twelve Rambo half-blood soldiers rushed out, immediately spreading out in a fan shape, their alchemical rifles simultaneously locking onto the temples of the two men.

"What's the stake?" Li Wuyue moved her knuckles, and gray mist seeped from the gaps in her nails.

She noticed a reflection on the roof at the three o'clock position; it was the objective lens of a Barrett sniper rifle.

Ye Jingchen used the tip of his sword to lift the well cover; the cast iron disc, in mid-air, was casually spun and cut into a shield by the greedy, sharp blade.

I'll bet a piece of bread on it.

Before he finished speaking, twelve Philosopher's Stone bullets were fired simultaneously, exploding into brilliant bluish-purple sparks on the manhole cover.

The moment Li Wuyue pushed off the ground and charged forward, the roar of the Barrett teared through the air.

She tilted her head to dodge the armor-piercing bullet, and a hole the size of a washbasin exploded in the concrete wall behind her.

The Eye of the Wind King stirred up rubble to form a barrier, but the three alchemical grenades rolled to his feet before the barrier could close.

"Close your eyes!" Ye Jingchen swung out the Greedy Sword.

The instant the sword pierced the grenade, he dragged Li Wuyue into the bakery.

The blinding light engulfed the street, and bulletproof glass shop windows shattered into bullets in the shockwave.

Li Wuyue shook the flour off her head and saw Ye Jingchen using the Greedy Sword to pry open her bone armor. "What are you doing?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Jingchen used the tip of his Greedy Sword to pull out an alchemical bomb the size of a button, with 0.3 seconds left on the countdown.

Ye Jingchen threw the bomb out the window with his backhand.

Amidst the roar of the air blast that overturned the armored vehicle, he whispered in Li Wuyue's ear: "A bit of a setback, but it's nothing serious. Okay, enough joking around, the competition begins!"

The two rolled out of the cover at the same time.

Li Wuyue's bone claws plowed through the asphalt road, and she grabbed a drainpipe and smashed it at the machine gunner behind the concrete pillar. She was covered in gray-white bone armor and was not afraid of the machine guns that spewed out tongues of fire. The machine guns could not even leave a faint mark on her bone armor.

Ye Jingchen used the momentum to leap onto the awning. The crisp sound of the Greedy Sword slicing through the bulletproof shield was mixed with a gurgling sound like a water pump sucking as it pierced the body of the half-Rambo in front of him.

Never before in history has there been such a swift sword, nor such a pure will, so resolute as to pierce an empire.

He wielded his sword with ease, cutting melons and vegetables as if he were in an empty field.

Although Ye Jingchen did not activate his Dragon Bone Form or his Word of Immortality, he relied solely on the strength of his physical body to render these firearms completely ineffective.

The Rimbaud hybrid, living in the abyss of blood and darkness, howled and struggled.

At this moment, Ye Jingchen was to them a ruthless hybrid killing machine, reaping their dragon blood without the slightest pity.

The spirits of their ancestors, who were of mixed-race descent, could never have imagined that they had so recklessly invaded China, disregarding the mixed-race treaty, stormed into Beiping, and committed arson, murder, looting, and rape.

Now, their own descendants have been attacked and humiliated by a young man from the Dragon Kingdom who stormed into their home.

Look up and see, who can escape the wrath of Heaven? Good and evil will be rewarded in the end; the cycle of Heaven is real. Good people don't necessarily get good rewards, but evil people must be punished by other evil people.

I have always held those who say things like, "Don't drag the next generation into the grudges of the previous generation," attempting to smooth out your edges and turn you into a castrated, docile sheep. The person who says such things is undoubtedly a former aggressor, protecting their own interests and hoping you will forget your hatred and not take it out on them. If they themselves harbored such grudges, their actions would certainly have been a hundred times more intense than yours.

Only hatred can become the most powerful driving force, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. What can revenge bring? It brings unparalleled pleasure.

The Chinese people's obsession with eradicating evil completely is ingrained in their bones and genes. They can live a lifetime of guilt, but they cannot live a lifetime of fear.

The black trench coat fluttered like a battle flag amidst the boiling, splashing dragon blood!

Greed pierced the enemy's chest time and time again, and dragon blood gushed from the sword's guard.

Ye Jingchen remained standing ramrod straight, without taking a single step back, the scalding dragon blood flowing down the hilt of his sword and onto his hand.

This slightly viscous texture will quickly turn into a hard shell like a chocolate shell if blown even slightly by the wind.

The orange-haired captain watched the rapidly decreasing green dots on the tactical tablet, his Adam's apple bobbing laboredly. He pressed the encrypted communicator:

&34; Group C releases Beta Deadpool! Repeat, release Beta Deadpool! &34;

The manhole cover suddenly exploded.

Six humanoid creatures draped in straitjackets crawled out of the cave, their alchemical collars gleaming with a dangerous red light.

Li Wuyue smelled a familiar stench of decay. The genetic sequences of these Dead Servants were actually of the same origin as her bloodline. It was no longer surprising that hybrids were researching the Dragon King's DNA to create monsters.

"A brilliant counterattack." Ye Jingchen severed the enemy's claws, black blood gushing out in a fan shape from the bloodletting groove of the Greed Sword. "Cultivated with the Dragon King's blood sample, it's almost catching up with the Zhou family's."

Li Wuyue ripped away the attacking Death Servant, sticky scales remaining between her fingers.

She finally saw the brand on the back of the monsters' necks: an inverted cross with a totem of sky and wind nested in the center.

My brother's mockery seemed to echo in my ears: You are ultimately my possession.

"Focus!" Ye Jingchen used the hilt of his sword to deflect the bone spur that was aimed at Li Wuyue's back.

The two stood back to back in the middle of the pile of corpses, the sound of the Greedy Sword sucking blood and the scraping of bone armor creating a symphony of slaughter.

The orange-haired captain pressed the detonator with trembling hands, "Let's all die together!"

All the Deadpool collars lit up simultaneously, their spines exploding like firecrackers, their rotting blood and bone fragments turning into a rain of poisoned arrows.

The moment Li Wuyue opened the Eye of the Wind King, Ye Jingchen had already used the Seven Deadly Sins Sword Box as a tower shield.

The hissing sound of acid corroding metal is enough to make your teeth ache.

When the poisonous fog dissipated, the streets were left with only puddles of boiling blood.

Ye Jingchen flicked the debris off the shield and found Li Wuyue staring blankly at her palm, where a piece of Deadpool scale armor with an inverted cross pattern was embedded.

34; A draw. 34; He kicked away the captain's helmet that had rolled to his feet, 34; Watch me pull it out. 34;

The scales that had sunk into the palm of his hand were casually pulled out.

The roar of helicopter rotor blades could be heard in the twilight.

Li Wuyue looked up and saw a figure wearing a crow mask flash past the cabin door.

She suddenly grabbed Ye Jingchen's wrist: "Those dead minions just now...they're not simple."

"It was a gift from your brother." Ye Jingchen wiped the bloodstains from the Greedy Sword. "But using a clone as a gift is certainly in line with his stingy nature."

As the streetlights came on one by one, the surviving hybrids began to collect the remains of their companions.

Li Wuyue noticed a young team member staring blankly at the corpse; half of the man's Munich University student ID was sticking out from under his combat uniform.

Ye Jingchen: "You know what you should do."

“I understand.” She nodded and strolled over, her dragon claws easily piercing his chest and crushing the beating hybrid’s heart.

Heart Sasa Geiyo...