Dragon Raja 2; Chapter 179: Jörmungandr (4)

Dragon Raja 2

Nono needed some time to get measured and choose the jade, so Caesar took the opportunity to check the earth veins… This location was the site of the infamous Wang Gongchang Explosion. Caesar had actually discovered the jewelry workshop while locating the ruins of Wang Gongchang.

He walked down the stairs, holding a Book of Changes in one hand and the compass in the other, drawing attention from everyone around.

But there was something even more eye-catching—a round of applause came from the first floor. Caesar looked down to see a group of foreigners in imperial robes entering the wedding shopping center, followed by a red bridal sedan chair. The leader looked up and saw Caesar on the second floor, taking off his round sunglasses and waving. “Hey! Caesar! You’re here too!”

Caesar really wanted to cover his face and say he didn’t know him.

It was a group of thirty or forty foreigners, each dressed in a bright yellow imperial robe, wearing old Beijing cloth shoes, with round sunglasses on their heads. They all walked in a stately manner, beaming with joy. Anyone who knew would understand they were part of a mixed-blood Beijing tourist group. Anyone who didn’t might assume it was some promotional event for the shopping center. The leader was Tang Sen, a hybrid in the construction business in the Chicago area. Though they were from different factions, Caesar knew him. Some of the Gattuso family’s branches had dealings with Tang Sen’s company.

“Hey! Tang Sen! How are you!” Caesar had no choice but to open his arms to embrace the emperor rushing up to the second floor. “You look fantastic in the dragon robes!”

“Oh! We bought them as a group! Very cheap!” Tang Sen adjusted his headpiece. “One of our friends is interested in the tour guide girl. Very romantic! We’re here today to pick out Chinese-style wedding dresses. Are you here to pick one too?”

Caesar felt embarrassed admitting he had the same goal as these guys, so he just smiled. He suddenly froze—the compass needle, which had been trembling slightly, began spinning rapidly. The earth’s magnetic field, or something else, had suddenly changed—it was as if they were standing over a magnetic vortex.

“Oh! What is this?” Tang Sen looked curiously at the object in Caesar’s hand, making a joke. “Is it happy to see us, spinning so fast?”

“No,” Caesar said with a grave expression. “Its purpose seems to be something other than measuring the density of fools…”

Suddenly, a breeze blew through the tunnel, carrying with it a faint sense of scorching heat.

The dragon let out a deep roar, spreading its black wings and pushing itself up on its forelegs. It stood up, its golden pupils contracting sharply. Even someone as slow as Lu Mingfei could sense the sudden hostility radiating from the dragon.

This was the kind of aura a true dragon should possess—ancient and majestic.

“Bro, don’t just transform for no reason… I’ve been sitting here quietly this whole time,” Lu Mingfei said, trembling and taking steps backward.

The dragon’s massive wings swept across the platform, pushing all its treasured junk behind it. It then carefully picked up the television with its wing claw and placed it behind itself as well. The dragon’s neck coiled back, like a snake preparing to strike, staring ahead.

From the tunnel came the sound of metal scraping—something was approaching, accompanied by an orange glow.

Two glowing objects flew out of the tunnel—they were flares, standard issue from Cassell College, used for illuminating dark spaces. A single one was enough to light up a place as large as an opera house, but here it wasn’t enough, illuminating only the area near the tunnel exit. A cast-iron inspection cart slid out of the tunnel, driven by a young man pressing down on a lever, shirtless.

Chu Zihang!

Lu Mingfei was so moved that he was nearly brought to tears, like a refugee stranded overseas suddenly seeing a ship flying the red flag of China appear on the horizon. But how could a ship compare to the sight of his stoic senior brother? Look at the folds in those tight jeans, the sweat-drenched back, and the muscles in those arms—moving rhythmically as they worked the lever—so beautifully defined! It was like a scene from a painting of a young maiden drawing water. But what the heck, senior brother, have you lost it? Sure, you’ve always been like Shiryu from Saint Seiya, stripping down at every opportunity, but what good is showing off muscles in front of a dragon? Even if your biceps were bigger than Schwarzenegger’s, they wouldn’t be enough for a dragon’s lunch! You should’ve just sneaked in quietly to save me—what’s with this pose… Lu Mingfei’s inner voice was brimming with complaints.

The inspection cart ran over the flares, but Chu Zihang’s silhouette didn’t blur; instead, it became even clearer. By now, it was easy to see the transparent barrier enveloping the inspection cart, glowing with a dark red light. The tracks under the cart turned a brilliant red-gold, like steel freshly spat out of a rolling mill, nearing its melting point!

The domain of “King’s Blaze” was here. Chu Zihang brought this high-risk field with him, turning both himself and the inspection cart into a bomb sliding along the rails!

Lu Mingfei let out a shriek, and leaped off the platform. Anyone with half a brain knew better than to stand in the way of a hero about to engage in a face-off. Staying would only get in the way, like trying to help a Super Saiyan in the middle of a planet-destroying ki blast—what could you possibly do except get killed? It was better to understand your own limits!

Chu Zihang’s speed on the lever increased steadily, like a human steam engine running at full capacity. The inspection cart suddenly accelerated, and the glowing domain turned from dark red to blood red, growing brighter until it shone like the sun.

Chu Zihang was reaching his limit. “King’s Blaze” was actually black when fully controlled—a pure black flame that hid both light and heat, only becoming blazing when unleashed. Now, the light and heat restrained by the domain struggled to break free. The heavy cast-iron inspection cart began melting from the edges, with golden metal flakes scattering across the ground.

This was a bomb filled with Yanling energy, ready to explode at any moment.

Lu Mingfei lunged behind a stone pillar, hearing a long, grating scream, like a steel saw scraping against stone. The dragon was screaming. It shook its wings, stirring a fierce wind that filled the space with dust and debris.

The dragon couldn’t escape! It was imprisoned here! Lu Mingfei suddenly understood. The dragon’s lower half was fused to the rock wall—Chu Zihang had seized on its weakness. The dragon couldn’t dodge; it had to endure the hit. But could it withstand a bomb packed with “King’s Blaze”? Getting hit by that was like having a napalm bomb explode right in your face.

Chu Zihang suddenly let go of the lever, flipping backwards. The inspection cart sped toward the dragon at over 100 kilometers per hour. As Chu Zihang let go, the steel began to burn, with the cart glowing in a brilliant golden hue. The end of the track was blocked by a large concrete barrier, and the inspection cart slammed into the barrier, flipping up into the air—a perfect angle, a perfect arc—hurtling toward the dragon’s head.

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