Dragons begin with courage

"That saves trouble."

Chu Zihang said calmly, his voice carrying through the distorted air of high temperature, so calm it was chilling.

Next, he took action.

It wasn't running, but rather a near-instantaneous movement! His figure blurred in place, and in the next instant, he appeared like a ghost directly in front of the dragon's head, which was still spewing poisonous breath, less than ten meters away from that hideous maw! Scorching air currents and foul-smelling poisonous mist rolled behind him.

He gripped the Murasame, now a blazing blade, with both hands, raising it high above his head in a simple and precise motion. There were no complicated opening stances, no roars of charging power, only absolute focus on channeling all his spirit and will into the next strike.

Then, simply, a vertical slash.

"cut."

As he uttered the syllable, an extremely refined, hair-thin, yet seemingly containing the sharpness of creation itself, thread shot out from Murasame's blade and silently extended forward!

Time seemed to stretch out and freeze at that moment.

The thin line silently sliced ​​through the surging, dark red venomous breath, like the sharpest blade of light cutting through water. Wherever it passed, the venom evaporated and the energy was annihilated!

The third-generation sub-dragon's eyes showed an emotion similar to "astonishment," which rapidly magnified in its vertical pupils. Then, with a casual yet unstoppable motion, it swept across the center of its massive head covered in thick bone armor.

With a single slash, the blade sliced ​​across the neck, piercing through the dragon's skin, which was harder than ordinary metal, and penetrating its entire massive neck.

The breath's momentum abruptly froze, and the third-generation creature's eyes were filled with disbelief and... a belated, dragon-specific fear? The next second—

"Swoosh—BOOM!!!!!!!!!"

The massive dragon head fell neatly along the straight streak of light, falling to the ground under the force of gravity! The cut was as smooth as a mirror, and one could even see the still-wriggling blood vessels and bone fragments inside.

The dragon's blood, as hot as magma, erupted from its neck like a volcano, spewing into the sky and turning into a bloody, scorching rain! The dragon's body, decapitated by a single blow, collapsed under the force of gravity, crashing to the ground and stirring up a cloud of smoke and dust mixed with blood mist!

A knife!

With a single strike, he instantly killed the third-generation sub-dragon known as "God" on the spot!

Between heaven and earth, only the rushing sound of dragon blood cascading down, the muffled thuds of flesh hitting the ground, and the figure standing amidst the blood rain and the gradually dissipating poisonous mist remained. Chu Zihang slowly sheathed the Village Rain, the sound of it clicking as it returned to its sheath. The Execution Department badge on Chu Zihang's shoulder reflected a cold gleam in the rain of blood.

Slaying dragons in the desert is nothing more than this.

The entire desert fell into absolute silence. Even the wind seemed to be stunned by this earth-shattering attack, falling silent. Leo's mouth gaped open in an "O" shape, Juliet's sniper scope was fixed motionless on the slain dragon corpse, and even Susie's hand gripping her sword tightened slightly, her eyes filled with undisguised shock. Lu Mingfei was even more agitated, almost forgetting to breathe. This was... the true strength of Chu Zihang, a Super A-level elite, the ace of the Execution Department, and the president of the "Lionheart Society"!!

"One cut."

"That's an exaggeration."

Normally, according to the mission level, a B-level mission would be carried out by one or two B-level missions leading several C-level missions.

Although the third-generation species are far inferior to the second-generation and first-generation species, they are still monstrous beings. It will take Susie and her companions quite a bit of effort to kill them.

Unfortunately, Chu Zihang ended up participating in the mission this time because of Lu Mingfei.

"No... impossible... my God... my... God." The leader, kneeling on the ground, was completely stunned, muttering to himself. His faith was utterly shattered in the face of this reality, which was even more exaggerated than mythology.

The being they revered as a god, the one who granted them superhuman strength, was actually killed by a young Asian man in his early twenties with a single blow; the god had no power to resist whatsoever.

The scalding dragon blood that gushed out like rain fell near him, and some drops even splashed directly onto his bare skin, which was already showing signs of scales!

"laugh--!!!"

Like cold water dripping into boiling oil, the dragon blood, rich in highly concentrated active energy and violent will, produced a terrifying chain reaction with the dragon blood in his body that was already deeply contaminated by the tumor and on the verge of collapse!

"Aaaaaaahh ...

The leader of the illegal immigrants let out a bloodcurdling scream, utterly inhuman and agonizing! His body began to swell, twist, and mutate uncontrollably! Large patches of his skin cracked and peeled away, revealing the frenzied proliferation of dark red flesh and pale bone spurs beneath; his head stretched and deformed, his jaw protruded, and fangs grew wildly; his spine bent backward, and the joints of his limbs cracked with a teeth-grinding sound, his hands and feet transforming into claws; an aura of death, more filthy, chaotic, and filled with the most primal devouring desires than all the previous "Chosen Ones" combined, erupted like a storm from his rapidly mutated body!

Norma's voice came through the earpiece: "Deadpool-like reaction detected, energy level initially estimated as D."

Deadpools are naturally far weaker than their kings. It's already a miracle that a third-generation Deadpool could produce a C-rank Deadpool. Most Deadpools are about two ranks lower.

In just two or three seconds, a crazed human was transformed into a hideous Deadpool, about three meters tall, with a twisted and grotesque form, driven only by destructive instincts! It completely lost all reason, with only one thought in its mind—revenge!

The crimson, chaotic compound eyes instantly locked onto the nearest living being—Lu Mingfei.

Seeing the strange humanoid creature, resembling an alien from a TV show, staring at him, Lu Mingfei instinctively wanted to run away and ran to Chu Zihang's side.

"Lu Mingfei, take care of him!"

Chu Zihang called out from not far away.

You can do it.

In an instant, Lu Mingfei felt a surge of excitement, as if he had suddenly heard cheers while running 1,500 meters, and his body was as if it had been injected with a power called 'encouragement'!

Lu Mingfei bent his knees slightly and assumed a fighting stance. Although Lu Mingfei had only studied cold weapons for one day and was only taught some basic movements and moves, it was enough!

All distracting thoughts were cleared away. In his field of vision, the trajectory of Deadpool's attack and the surrounding environment instantly transformed into a stream of cold data, flooding into his mind.

Lu Mingfei silently encouraged himself, saying, "Don't be afraid, Lu Mingfei, just treat it like playing StarCraft!"

"You're not that loser anymore! You're S-rank!"

Drawing the gun, raising the arm, aiming—the movements were so fast that only a smooth afterimage remained. The arm was as steady as a precision machine mounted on a rock, and breathing became absolutely still the instant the trigger was pulled.

Instead of shooting at the massive body, he locked his sights firmly on the junction of the twisted neck and the deformed head—a relatively fragile structural node that might have formed during the process of mutation!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"