Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before slaying the dragon

“???” Pompey stared at his cell phone that was knocked away with wide eyes. He was completely stunned, with disbelief in his eyes.

He was just playing with fire because he was in the mood, but he didn't expect that the consequence would be the heroic "sacrifice" of his precious mobile phone.

It’s not that the price of a mobile phone is very expensive for the head of the Gattuso family, but the content of the phone... Those precious, top-secret secrets about various hybrid organizations, powerful weapons research and dragons are not what he cares about the most. What Pompey cares about most are the photos with those girlfriends and the chat records!

Once those records are gone, God knows how many dates he has yet to go on with beautiful girls. It is normal that Pompeii can't remember them all because he has so many girlfriends. The key is that if those girls come to him later, Pompeii, without the chat records, may not even be able to tell who is who. For example, he can't possibly chat with Anne in North America about the scenery in the Arctic that he and Kate saw, right?

If only the shell was broken, it wouldn't matter. Pompeii's technicians would recover the data in minutes, but the motherboard was burned...

“Fuck!” Even with Pompey’s great self-control, he couldn’t help but swear. He looked at his phone, which had been smashed to pieces and could not be fixed, and then looked at the culprit. “Brother, what hatred do you have with Odin? Why don’t you go and vent it on Odin himself? My phone is innocent! This is just a video of Odin. Do you know what a video is? You have no temper now that you destroyed the video. This is called impotent rage, you know that!”

Pompey was really furious. He knew that Odin's video would make this guy angry, but he didn't expect that this guy would vent his anger on his phone!

"It hurts, it really hurts! You said you wanted to find Odin, and I showed you all my treasured possessions, but you didn't thank me, and instead you turned your kindness into hatred!" Pompeii sighed and complained to the bandaged man, "I treat you as a brother, but you treat me as a punching bag. You said you can vent your anger on me, but do you feel a sense of accomplishment when you vent your anger on my phone? If your phone is broken and hurt by you, can it still make a sound for you to hear?"

But Pompey's complaints obviously didn't work, or in other words, the bandaged man couldn't listen to these words at all in his current state. He moved his eyes away from the shattered mobile phone and looked at the chattering Pompey, with a dangerous light flashing in his golden pupils.

"No, brother, are you really going to take it out on me? Isn't it enough that you broke my phone? I was just joking with you. I just said it, just for show. Do you understand? Do you take it seriously?" Pompey looked at the dangerous eyes of the bandaged man, shook his hand and stepped back, "I don't care about the phone, okay? I won't call the police to arrest you. Let's talk it over. People of culture shouldn't always think of violence when they have problems, okay?"

The bandaged man's remaining rationality seemed to have completely collapsed as Pompeii's phone was shattered. Pompeii retreated, approaching step by step, and the smell of blood on his body seemed to be stronger... Pompeii made a fatal mistake. Retreating in the sight of the bloodthirsty beast was undoubtedly telling the other party that you are just a prey to be slaughtered.

"I'm a man, and you're a man too. Stop looking at me with the eyes of a naked woman, okay? I'm not interested in men!" Pompey didn't forget to say a few bad words. He retreated step by step, muttering, "Do you really want to do this to me? Do you really want to do this to me? You will regret it 100%!"

Pompey only said this, but his expression did not reveal how scared he was. It was unclear whether he was forcing himself or relying on something. He clearly did not regard this dangerous man as a beast that would kill people, but more like a wild boar that was about to go crazy after being angered. He was the hunter, teasing the wild boar while luring him into the prepared trap.

The bandaged man watched Pompeii retreat in his sight. At a certain moment, he suddenly pounced on Pompeii, moving as fast as a battle-hardened cheetah, and the breath of death was overwhelming.

"Help! Someone is killing me! Is there anyone here to help?" Pompeii let out an alarming cry... It didn't sound like he was shouting out of fear, but more like a child playing hide-and-seek when he was a child, teasing the one trying to catch him by saying things like "Come and catch me" or "You can't catch me".

Just as the bandaged man was about to tear Pompeii's throat, a dark shadow fell from the sky. Pompeii looked at the back of the dark shadow, and a light between mockery and success appeared in his eyes, which was fleeting.

The black figure seemed to appear out of thin air, and in an instant it was between Pompeii and the bandaged man... Of course, there was no such supernatural thing in this world. This was due to speed, some kind of extreme quick freezing, which repeatedly slowed down the flow of time in the entire world, creating the illusion of teleportation.

The black figure and the bandaged man's figure crossed each other, and white arcs of light flickered in the void. In just half a second, no one knew what happened. Only Pompeii looked at the two figures, his eyes rolling several times. Finally, the bandaged man retreated several steps, as if he was repelled. The black figure that suddenly appeared also landed beside Pompeii.

The man swung his arms, a sharp white light flashed a few times, and a series of blood spots splashed on the ground. He was holding a small knife for cutting fruit in his hand. The blade was not very sharp, but it was spotless. The blood spots on the ground were splashed from this knife.

This man was none other than Ange. Among Pompeii's old acquaintances, only Ange had such extreme speed... But it was all too coincidental. Pompeii shouted "Help" and Ange appeared at that moment to rescue him. It seemed as if all this had been calculated by Pompeii long ago.

"Old buddy, it's you again. I was almost scared to death, you know!" Pompey patted his chest and said seriously, "This guy is crazy. He wanted to kill me just now!"

"You were the one who provoked others first." Angé glanced at Pompeii and his eyes fell on the bandaged man again.

Ange's look was very complicated, with fear, regret, remembrance, and nostalgia... It was like a person who should have died long ago, seeing another person who should have died long ago, and he didn't know what kind of emotion he should use to face this "old friend".

How can a lonely ghost get along with another lonely ghost?

"I provoked him? Come on, I was just trying to help him, okay?" Pompey said a little aggrievedly, "He was the one looking for Odin, so I helped him find Odin. My phone was even broken, and I didn't even think of taking action, but he wanted to kill me first!"

Pompey pointed at the cell phone that was pieced together from the corpse in the distance. It was obvious that Angers slander had made him extremely resentful.

The bandaged man looked over here, with the figures of Ange and Pompeii reflected in his red-gold pupils. The gray-linen bandage on his arm had been torn, as it was cut open by Ange. Red blood slowly flowed out from the wound on his upper arm.

The wound was not deep, but it was impossible for a normal person not to feel pain, not to mention that the threat posed by Ange should be fatal. However, the bandaged man did not seem to care about it at all. His eyes flickered between Ange and Pompeii, like a hungry beast, thinking about which one to eat first.

"He's old after all. His strength and speed are not as good as when he was young. The knife he took out from the fruit shop is not smooth to use." Angers sighed softly, "If he was forty years younger, or if he used my folding knife just now, he should be able to at least cut the meridians of the muscles in his hand."

"Then why don't you use your folding knife?" Pompey asked curiously.

"Are you stupid? My folding knife is deadly to dragons and hybrids, don't you know that?" This time, Ange didn't even bother to glance at Pompey. "I can still distinguish between enemies and friends. Our 'old friend' is just 'crazy', not 'dead', so we won't really kill him."

The tip of Ange's folding knife is made of the Philosopher's Stone, so it can kill even enemies at the Dragon King level. The Philosopher's Stone is the only weapon that can restrain dragons. As long as it touches the dragon's blood, it will produce a deadly poison. Although it has not been actually tried, researchers from the Equipment Department analyzed that as long as the tip of Ange's folding knife pierces the dragon's internal organs, even the Dragon King will die on the spot!

"Oh, then just use a fruit knife." Pompey nodded and said, "If it's you, a fruit knife should be enough, right?"

"Not enough?" Unexpectedly, Angé shook his head.

"Not enough?" Pompey raised his eyebrows. "Aren't you the strongest dragon slayer? Holding a knife in your hand, you challenge a half-blood who is unarmed and seriously injured. Isn't that a dimensionality reduction attack?"

"Although 'Time Zero' is usually very effective in single combat, it cannot restrain all hybrids." Ange sighed and opened the collar of his lining. "If the opponent's Word Spirit is also 'Time Zero', it will be a game of speed. Life and death will only happen in a moment."

Pompey looked at Ange's chest, and saw a fist-sized red mark where he lifted up his clothes... There was no doubt that this was the injury he had just suffered.

A few seconds ago, in the brief moment when Ange and the bandaged man fought, Ange cut the man's arm, but the man also left a deep fist mark on Ange's chest... Ange felt his heart trembling.

It has been a long time since he had this feeling of being on the verge of life and death. In the past, Ange had only felt the blood heating up when facing dragons of extremely high bloodlines. Going back further, it was that old bastard Henkel who left marks on his body with his Wheel of Dawn... That was many years ago. After so many years, there was actually a human who could hurt Hilbert Jean Ange, the strongest dragon slayer in the world.

If there were other people from Kassel Academy here, they would be terrified after hearing what Ange said, because as everyone knows, Ange is the only owner of "Time Zero" in the world. All users of "Time Zero" in history are undoubtedly honorary pioneers of dragon slaying. This rare word spirit with extremely strong assassination ability, if it is not facing dragons, but turns to the human side, I am afraid that few people can withstand its power, right?

Who could imagine facing an Ange without being killed? Even the super hybrid Uesugi Yue was defeated.

And this bandaged man, who is also the owner of "Time Zero", actually has the ability to hurt Ange... If this matter were to spread to the world of mixed-bloods, it would definitely cause a bloody storm.

However, Pompeii, one of the parties involved, looked calm and composed. He even asked Ange curiously, "Which is stronger, your 'Time Zero' or his?"

"It's hard to say." Ange frowned slightly. "I haven't fought a serious human for many years. If I hadn't gone to Japan a few days ago and sparred with Ahe, I don't even know if I can keep up with half the speed of my youth. Moreover, he has almost no consciousness of his own now, and his actions are driven by instinct. I don't know if this is his true strength."

"Can't you tell from the fight just now?" Pompey asked persistently, as if he had to get an answer.

"Just now, I was not as good as him in terms of speed alone." Angers admitted generously.

"Tsk, why don't you just say he's more awesome than you?" Pompey rolled his eyes. "But it's still pretty scary that there are people in this world who are faster than Hilbert Jean Ange."

"I told you, I'm old. Although they call me the strongest dragon slayer, there are certainly a few monsters in this world that are stronger than me." Ange said slowly, "But what I said is that I'm not as fast as him, but fighting is not just about speed. In fact, the ultimate Aga released by 'Setsuna' is also a little faster than I am now. But if it's a fight to the death, I will definitely not be the one to die."

"I understand, I understand. Because you are too old, although the years have deprived you of your physical abilities, they have also accumulated for you a wealth of combat experience, right?" Pompey said, imitating Ange's tone.

"You understand me very well." Ange smiled and stared at the bandaged man. "Then you should also understand what I am going to say next, right?"

Chapter 1040: A Long-awaited Fierce Battle

"I understand, I understand. You want me to get out of here, right?" Pompey nodded with self-awareness. "I'll get out of here. I promise to get out of here and not disturb you masters from fighting!"

"Wait a minute." When Pompey turned around and was about to leave, Ange suddenly called him, "Didn't you just say that you were going on a date with so-and-so?"

"You mean Catherine?" Pompey didn't turn around. He smiled and shrugged and said, "I stood her up."

"Oh?" Ange's eyebrows jumped, "Why?"

"I just mentioned Gulveig in front of Caesar. I thought about it and realized that it was a sin to date a new beautiful girl while remembering my ex-wife." Pompey sighed and said, "Even a bastard like me can't tell my child that I love his dead mother and then turn around to touch another woman's thigh and bite her lips, right? Although Catherine is indeed an overly sexy woman."

Ange was silent for a long time, and finally turned around, with his back to Pompey, and said: "You'd better get out of here quickly, it's really disgusting."

"Okay, I'll get out of here right now. You fight first and I'll hide for a while." Pompey even used the Beijing accent that he had learned from somewhere.

The handsome but talkative and mean man finally slipped away. Ange's eyes were always on the bandaged man. The bandaged man looked at Pompey's receding back with a strange light flashing in his eyes. Only when Pompey could no longer be seen did his golden pupils look at Ange.

"This is the first time I've seen someone who dares to focus on other people while fighting with me." Angers said calmly, "Has he lost consciousness? Has he also lost the instinct to sense danger?"

But it was obviously impossible for the bandaged man to communicate with Ange, and his ability to sense danger might not have really disappeared. He watched Pompeii go away, perhaps because in his opinion, Pompeii might be a more threatening existence than Ange.

Perhaps no one in this world has ever seen a duel between two "Time Zeros", because it is difficult to produce two "Time Zeros" in an era. It is too rare for two people to have a rare word spirit like "Time Zero" at the same time and to be mortal enemies... But this scene actually happened, in this remote corner of the city. This is a decisive battle between the world's extreme speeds, and it may be more exciting and intense than the duel between Ange and Inuyama Ka's "Time Zero" and "Setsuna".

In Anjou's hand, the small fruit knife he brought from the fruit shop drew a white arc of light in the air. He was a master with a knife. No matter whether it was a Japanese katana, a wakizashi or a dagger-style knife, Anjou used them to perfection... A fruit knife of more than ten centimeters, combined with extreme speed, was enough to easily cut through the body tissue of a hybrid. Although it was not as convenient to use as the folding knife he carried with him, it was better than nothing.

As for the man wrapped in bandages, he had no weapons on his body, and one could even see a steady stream of blood staining his bandages red... He already had injuries on his body, so this battle was unfair from the start.

Angers' advantage seems too obvious.

But the strongest dragon slayer in the world did not dare to take it lightly. Ange's expression was serious and solemn. The confrontation with the bandaged man looked like a lion and a tiger staring at each other... This was indeed a tiger-like enemy. He was definitely strong enough. Even though he had lost most of his consciousness, the wound he had just left on Ange's chest was still aching.

At a certain moment, the figures of Ange and the bandaged man disappeared at the same time. Of course, they did not really disappear out of thin air, but moved at a speed that was difficult for the human eye to capture. There was no trace of people, only black shadows and white arcs of light flickering in the void.

Red blood formed lines and splashed in the air.

This is definitely a pinnacle battle that can represent the top among the hybrids, but it is a pity that it is destined to never be known by the world.

……

At the edge of the police cordoned off area, on the rooftop of a tall building, looking down from a certain angle on the rooftop, one could just see the location of Ange and the bandaged man.

A hot girl stood on the edge of the roof, looking down silently in the direction where Ange and the bandaged man were fighting. Behind her, the door to the rooftop was suddenly pushed open.

The girl in pajamas came to the rooftop panting. She supported herself on her knees and gasped for breath. It looked like she had climbed up the stairs instead of taking the elevator.

"Finally, we're here." The hot girl on the edge of the rooftop glanced back, her eyes returning to the fight between Ange and the bandaged man. "Now is the right time. You can come and catch the exciting part."

"Wait a minute, I'm so tired... so tired!" The girl in pajamas couldn't speak clearly, "Let me rest for a while!"

“Potato chips, I’m not saying anything bad about you, but your physique is too poor.” The hot girl shook her head and said, “I advise you to train your endurance and do some long-distance running. Otherwise, if a zombie crisis breaks out in the future, you will definitely be the first one to be bitten to death.”

"This is the 30th floor. The elevator is under maintenance. I climbed up the stairs. What normal girl can climb 30 floors in one breath? Except for evil female ninjas like you. Do you think anyone can swing up like you using steel claws and ropes? I'm not Spider-Man." Su Enxi took several deep breaths and finally managed to say a complete sentence. "As for the zombie crisis... humph, it makes me so hungry, who knows who will bite whom!"

"That's true. After all, there is nothing scarier than foodies in this world. When they are starving, they will eat anything, whether it's zombies or their own brains." Jiude Mai nodded in agreement. She suddenly showed an excited expression, as if she saw something worth being happy about. "Yes, that's the way it should be. The battle between the strongest hybrids must be exciting when every blow is bloody!"

"Long legs, you look like a pervert." Su Enxi squeezed next to Jiude Mai, "I want to see it, I want to see it, what's going on now?"

For ordinary people, the speed of Ange and the bandaged man has exceeded the limit of vision. Moreover, Jiude Mai and Su Enxi are now at a height of 30 floors. Watching the fight between the two from such a long distance is as difficult as counting a few ants in an ant nest while hanging on a tree.

Although she certainly can't keep up with the speed of Pompeii and the bandaged man, she can predict their movements, action trajectories, and even their next move clearly in the first time.

"Long Legs, do you think they are faster than you?" Su Enxi suddenly asked Jiude Mai.

"Nonsense, my Word Spirit isn't Time Zero." Jude Mai rolled her eyes. "Although I've trained in speed, I don't rely on it. I rely on stealth and surprise attacks. Combined with my Word Spirit, Dark Illumination, it's more useful than Time Zero in some ways."

"Okay, okay, long legs, you're the best, okay?" Su Enxi replied perfunctorily, somewhat flatteringly. She brought the topic back to the topic, "But why is 'Time Zero' not as fast as I imagined?"

"This is not the complete state of 'Time Zero'. The two of them have probably only slowed down time by ten to twenty times. Their speed is already far beyond that of ordinary people. You have to know that Angers is already over 130 years old. With his current physical fitness, he can win most of the medals in the world championships without using the Word Spirit." Jiude Mai explained to Su Enxi, "As far as I know, in Angers' 'Time Zero' field, the flow of time can be slowed down by up to fifty times."

"Doesn't that mean that one second of someone else's time is equivalent to fifty of his? The 'bullet time' in the movies? It's really perverted. No wonder he is called the strongest dragon slayer in the world." Su Enxi smacked her lips and asked curiously, "What about the other guy?"

"The other guy... I don't know his limit either. After all, I haven't really fought him." Jiude Mai shook her head, but her next sentence was unexpected, "Maybe, his limit is higher than Ange's."

"Is he even more powerful than Ange?" Su Enxi's eyes widened. "This guy is like the Flash!"

"This is the conclusion I came to based on my observations just now. If he and Ange release 'Time Zero' at nearly the same speed at the same time, their domains will merge into one. At this time, what they are competing for is not the power of the Word Spirit, but the limit of their own body speed." Jiude Mai took a deep breath, "It shouldn't be my illusion. This guy's basic speed is faster than Ange. Of course, there should be age factors. He is much younger than Ange. I don't know how strong Ange was at his peak when he was young."

"Then wouldn't it be enough for Ange to release 'Time Zero' to a higher multiple?" Su Enxi asked subconsciously.

Jiude Mai looked at Su Enxi and shook her head slowly: "Potato chips, how could a top accountant like you fall into such a low-level misunderstanding?"

"Did I say something wrong?" Su Enxi was a little confused.

"Suppose the basic speed of an ordinary person is set to '1', Angers' basic speed is 20, and the other guy's basic speed is 30." Jiude Mai gave an example, "Then in the 'Time Zero' field of fifty times and forty times respectively, what would their respective superimposed speeds be?"

"It's one hundred and one hundred and twenty..." This was a very simple calculation problem for Su Enxi, but when she answered this question, she also suddenly realized it.

“Maybe Ange’s basic speed is not that different from that guy’s, but as long as his basic speed is above 25, he still has the speed advantage even if the multiples of ‘Time Zero’ are different.” Jiude Mai whispered, “And for Ange, maintaining a higher multiple of ‘Time Zero’ requires more physical strength. This is also easy to understand. It’s like two people running at full speed, and one of them is carrying a heavier backpack than the other, then he is likely to be the one who is crushed first!”

"Then according to what you said, Angers is bound to lose this battle, right?" Su Enxi said.

"Not necessarily." Jude Mai shook her head and said, "Fighting is not just about speed, there are also factors such as momentum, terrain and experience. In fact, Inuyama He in his peak state can burst out with a speed that exceeds Ange in an instant, but he will never be able to kill Ange, because he does not have Ange's unparalleled momentum or rich combat experience. There are many factors that determine the victory or defeat of a battle. When your speed exceeds that of the opponent, if you lose to the opponent in momentum and judgment, there is no way to reverse your defeat for a long time."

"You really are like a grandson!" Su Enxi exclaimed.

"What do you mean?" Jiude Mai looked a little unhappy.

"I'm talking about the Sun Tzu who wrote 'The Art of War.'" Su Enxi explained, "I said you're like a combat philosopher. I'm complimenting you."

"No need." Jiude Mai said unkindly, "I only care about one thing now."

"Who will win between Ange and that guy?" Su Enxi asked.

"No, I'm wondering who will interrupt this battle in the end." Jiude Mai lowered her voice and said, "I can't just watch them decide the winner, because that means they will also decide their life and death. I don't know if Lu Mingfei and the others can catch up before that. If they can't, I'll have to take the lead, but I really don't want to be exposed in front of Angers right now."

"I didn't expect you were willing to do this." Su Enxi looked at Jiude Mai's profile. She felt that this girl who exuded coolness seemed to have changed a lot.

"I brought the man back, and the accident happened at our hands. If I don't take full responsibility for this matter, Lu Mingfei will fight me for his precious brother." Jiude Mai said slowly, "It's not a big deal. I will be exposed sooner or later. As long as you and Sanwuhao hide in the dark, one of us three girls will be responsible for doing the dirty, tiring and physical work."

"Long legs...you've worked so hard for so long." Su Enxi was moved by the sincerity of Jiude Mai's words.

"Don't give me that. If you really think I'm tired, then you can exercise your physical strength." Jiude Mai said with a little disdain, "Don't rely on me to carry you up a slope next time. You're not light, and you act like you're carrying a pig every time."

"Damn it, you bitch, go to hell, die, die, die!" Su Enxi was furious.

……

The realm of "time zero" was temporarily exposed, and Angers breathing became a little rapid, sounding like he had just completed several sets of continuous anaerobic exercises.

The battle with the bandaged man was indeed very exhausting, not only physically but also mentally. Angers hadn't experienced such an all-out battle for some time, and his suit was already riddled with holes.

Naturally, there were many scars on my body, including bruises, cuts, and even places invisible to the naked eye. Some parts of my internal organs were also bleeding... It was a feeling I hadn't felt in a long time.

Chapter 1041 Ange's Killing Move

It has been a long, long time since I felt my life hanging by a thread, especially when fighting humans.

The body must be tense all the time. If you relax for a moment, you will have countless wounds on your body. Some are only superficial, but some are fatal. You never know when you might be killed. This double stimulation of the body and mind is really exciting. Angé even recalled the days when he first joined the Lionheart Society and fought together with his teacher and close friends.

There were wounds of varying sizes on Ange's arms and chest. Some were bruises with dark red blood in the middle, and some were bloodstains that looked like scratches or scrapes. Even his neck and eyes were bleeding, and the lenses of his eyes were half broken... The last time he appeared in such an embarrassed posture was probably in a seaside park in Japan, but at that time he was facing thousands of corpses, and this time he was facing humans, and he was alone.

"I'm really getting old. I'm out of breath after this kind of exercise." Angé coughed up blood. He wiped the corners of his mouth, took off his broken glasses, and tore off his torn suit and tie. "If I were younger, this amount of exercise would only be enough to warm me up."

Opposite Ange, the bandaged man was not unharmed either. There were many wounds under his bandages, including dense knife wounds and straight bloodstains. Some only cut the skin under the bandage, while others were almost deep enough to see the bone. All the bandages on his body were stained red with blood. He looked like a scary bloody man, and the smell of blood on his body was several times stronger.