Dragon Raja 2; Chapter 50: Sword Devil with Flaming Rage (11)

Dragon Raja 2

The Lionheart Society—its original meaning was “the society that unleashes the lion’s heart.”

Chu Zihang took a step on the glass curtain wall with an impossible move for any human, using the friction to stop his fall momentarily. He discarded the scabbard, and Murasame pierced the glass. The force of his fall left a smooth cut on the glass!

With a single-handed push, Chu Zihang leaped back into the 21st floor. The guards facing his sudden return didn’t panic at all. It was as if this feat of defying gravity wasn’t worth any surprise. They tightened their grips on their electric batons; some even pulled out chains from their waists. Chu Zihang looked around, his eyes unfocused—he wasn’t even really looking at these eager guards. In his eyes, they were nothing more than ants.

If a god looked down at the world, would he focus on every passerby? Just as a child squats by a tree, poking at an anthill with a stick without really focusing on any individual ant.

When you have the power to effortlessly turn a creature into ash, you no longer pay attention to its existence.

His sunglasses had fallen during his descent, and a blinding golden glow emerged from his eyes amidst the mist. The guards began retreating; the majesty of those golden eyes was fighting against the Yanling that controlled them. It was an overbearing gaze from on high, as though an invisible hand gripped their hearts, ready to crush them if they defied.

Suddenly, the dreamlike singing grew louder, cutting through the air like a blade, and the domain expanded instantly. The guards’ skin began oozing blood; their physical capabilities had been enhanced to the extreme, their blood pressure so high that capillaries ruptured. The power of the Yanling overwhelmed the golden eyes’ authority, extinguishing the guards’ fear. They lunged again, electric batons raised high, threads of static electricity weaving between them.

A complete assault, coming from all directions without a single gap.

“Yanling: King’s Blaze” activated.

Immense heat erupted in the confined space, and the temperature rose to nearly 80 degrees Celsius in mere milliseconds. The sudden heat dispelled the mist. Within a spherical area with Chu Zihang at the center, the air became perfectly clear, while beyond the boundary, the mist still hung thick. The guards fell around Chu Zihang—none of the batons even touched his body. The sudden temperature spike made their bodies unable to react, causing their core temperatures to exceed forty degrees instantly, shutting down their brains.

Ahead, the mist resounded with the metallic clink of a gun being cocked. One of the guards had picked up an illegal imitation “Type 54” and aimed it at Chu Zihang’s head. Chu Zihang’s eye twitched slightly, and in an instant, he appeared before the guard, gripping his wrist. With a silent effort, two wrist bones snapped simultaneously. Chu Zihang tossed the unconscious guard aside, his own hand now transformed completely, with bones protruding and fine, iron-blue scales covering the back. Sharp talons extended over his fingernails. Several guards wielding chains attempted to sweep his legs, trying to break his shins. Chu Zihang didn’t dodge, letting the chains wrap around his shins. The guards pulled from either side, trying to bring Chu Zihang down, but he bent down and grabbed all the chains, pulling the guards back toward him. At this point, the guards’ muscles were bulging, and they exerted a force comparable to bulls, but Chu Zihang slowly dragged the maddened bulls back.

Suddenly, the chains became searingly hot. The guards screamed and let go, but their palms were burned and stuck to the chains. The chains, heated by “King’s Blaze,” began to glow a faint red. Chu Zihang swung the chains like fiery serpents, striking the guards’ backs, leaving blackened marks, accompanied by the faint sound of bones breaking.

A few seconds earlier, the area had been filled with people. Now, everyone lay on the ground, the air thick with the stench of burning flesh and the faint tang of blood. The mist was everywhere—white and dense, obscuring the end of the corridor.

The “King’s Servant” domain that had enveloped the guards suddenly shattered. All of them seemed to wake from a dream, their bodies unable to withstand the injuries inflicted. Some cried out in agony; others fainted from the pain.

Chu Zihang dragged the red-hot chains as he walked among the wounded, like a flaming demon emerging from the gates of hell.

The guards scrambled backward in terror. Chu Zihang maintained an absolute combat stance, but all those who could face him had already fallen. What else was there for him to attack?

If he swung the chains again, it would be nothing but slaughter!

Chu Zihang walked past them, the chains making a grating sound as they scraped against the floor. His eyes showed no trace of the groaning men around him. He moved slowly along the steam-filled corridor, still in a fully offensive stance. The guards stared at him, bewildered, unsure if this young man had lost his mind. There was only an empty door in front of him, and there was no one left behind it.

With a hissing sound, a cold curtain of water descended—the fire safety system had activated, detecting the high temperature caused by King’s Blaze.

In the empty corridor, bodies lay scattered. Thick mist hung in the air, and water fell from above… Chu Zihang wiped his face, the sensation akin to standing alone in the rain.

He continued forward step by step. The red “Exit” sign at the end of the corridor flashed, and there was a banging sound from behind the door. Someone seemed to be pounding on it frantically, desperate to get out. At some point, the knocking had become deafening. Chu Zihang kicked the door open, and an even thicker burst of white steam erupted. Under the harsh white light, the shadows of figures stood there, familiar yet forever unrecognizable, their faces blank and expressionless, whispering softly. It was just like the welcome ceremony from six years ago.

The guards couldn’t see this, but it was vividly real to him. The 21st floor was full of people in his eyes. They slowly emerged from the mist, moving toward Chu Zihang, their faces devoid of expression.

Chu Zihang removed his earpiece and crushed it underfoot, severing his connection to the rest of the team.

What followed would truly be nothing but slaughter. That man had once told him that there was no need to show these things any mercy, for they didn’t even count as living beings.

“Abort the mission! Withdraw personnel!” Manstein shouted into the microphone. “The police are almost here! No one can be left for them! Where’s Chu Zihang? Where is he?”

On the projection of the Earth, a red dot in East Asia blinked rapidly, alarms filling the central control room. The operation there had slid into a chaotic state. Manstein didn’t understand what was happening—his meticulously planned operation had been completely thrown off by a ghost-like driverless truck. They had lost contact with Chu Zihang, and nobody knew what was happening on the 21st floor. But the terrifying sound of shattering glass before communication was cut off was chilling.

“Continue the operation.” Schneider suddenly reached out and grabbed the microphone, stopping Manstein from saying anything more. “I know where Chu Zihang is.”

Schneider brought up a login page on the screen, entered his password, and a cross-sectional view of Rund Group Tower appeared, with a flashing red dot on the 21st floor.

“That’s Chu Zihang,” Schneider said quietly. “He’s fine; he’s still on the 21st floor.”

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