Starting from the Dragon Tribe! - Chapter 93

Starting From the Dragon Tribe

Chapter 93: Kazama Ruri

The evening breeze rustled the man’s robes. He was wearing a kabuki garb, his flowing sleeves rippling. The cloud designs on them seemed to be rising and flowing.

The whole street was quiet. Under the scattered neon lights shining on the two sides of the street, the man’s shadow was stretched out, the silent atmosphere devoid of noise.

He held a sakura-red katana, a serious expression on his feminine face.

This was the path one had to take from the Tokyo Peninsula Hotel to Ganryuu Institute, and the Dragon Lord, or rather, Kazama Ruri, had come here to block the way.

It wasn’t at the behest of Osho. He had never been one to obey, and tonight, he did not follow the plan at all.

He had no interest in slaughtering the hybrids of the Yamata no Orochi. As for Osho’s little pets, he looked upon them in contempt.

So he didn’t go to Ganryuu Institute. He just stood in the middle of the road, dressed like an actor, his clothes womanly. If there were passersby there, they might have thought it was a beautiful woman waiting for her lover to arrive.

But, Kazama Ruri wasn’t waiting for a lover—he was waiting for an opponent.

A pair of piercing golden puppies lit up in the darkness, a shapeless majesty spread like a shadow, engulfing the entire street.

His blood began to boil, his strength increasing exponentially, and he started to dragonify.

He was never presumptuous, but he never underestimated his opponents either.

That teenager had trampled a fully formed 3rd generation species under his feet before. He had to be on guard.

If necessary, he could become even stronger, but he didn’t know if the visitor could handle such elegance.

The seconds inched by, and Kazama Ruri’s gaze was fixated upon the dimness in the distance.

There was no such thing as all-powerful majesty, but what approached in the distance was like a raging black tsunami, like an ancient beast charging through the streets!

The teenager in the black trench coat charged forward like a cannonball, the asphalt beneath his feet cracking. Anything that stood in his way was about to be destroyed.

And Kazama Ruri was standing in the middle of the street.

Kazama Ruri’s concentration peaked. He considered whether or not to activate the power of all the evolutionary drugs he had taken over the years, but in the next moment, he dodged, and in a thousandth of a second, he met the boy’s pure-gold eyes.

There was no dignity of a bloodline, no sense of majesty, just pure bloodlust, intended to kill a god. It was the ultimate violence!

In that moment, Ruri gave up the idea of striking. He saw that the teenager’s hand had been gripped on the hilt. With such a huge gap in speed and power in that moment, it was too late to strengthen, not even use his Kotodama. If he moved, he… would die.

The teenager brushed past him. He actually caught a glimpse of a trace of regret in the teenager’s eyes.

Kazama Ruri sheathed his sword, which had been unsheathed half an inch, dumbfounded.

“What an interesting teenager,” He gave up on the idea of drawing blood. It just wasn’t realistic. Even if he activated all the medicinal and drug power stored over the years to continue dragonizing, he might not be able to become strong enough to keep up with the teenager. Once the battle began, life and death would become difficult to predict.

He still had things to be done—he still had people to kill.

Lu Chen wasn’t his enemy—rather, this gave him some ideas.

He mockingly smiled at the direction of Ganryuu Institute and said, “Will you die this time?”

He had let the monster over there.

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“FUCK!” Even with Caesar’s upbringing, he couldn’t help but curse. He had just chopped off the head of a serpentine Death Servitor. Not every servitor’s bones could withstand the chopping of the alchemic knife, and their bloodlines before their transformation into Death Servitors varied in quality.

The two fought as they retreated. Caesar looked at Chu Zihang’s eyes and started.

In the third time that Chu Zihang used Royal Blaze, not only did it not falter, but it was even more powerful. Murasame’s dance cut through the air, capable of cutting metal and shattering rock.

Caesar had long heard of Lionheart Society’s secret technique, but didn’t think it would be so “handy.”

So handy that he now felt like a burden!

This was unacceptable for the prideful Caesar.

He had run out of mercury core bullets. The college only allotted enough bullets to target individual Death Servitors or dragonkin. Today was supposed to be an infiltration mission. Who would’ve expected they’d run into a Death Servitor army!

Only by virtue of Dictator was he able to fight on par with the Death Servitors. Physically speaking, Caesar had to admit that most of the servitors were stronger than him.

If not for Chu Zihang in the vanguard covering for him, he was afraid that he would’ve become a late night snack for the servitors by now!

But Chu Zihang wasn’t a real god of war. Royal Blaze took a great physical toll on him, coupled with this extended period of fighting, and the lack of oxygen in the air, he was starting to falter, his body full of wounds.

Caesar wasn’t in much better condition. There was a large cut across his waist. If it weren’t for his combat attire, he suspected that he would’ve said goodbye to his sex life.*

TL Note: The original text makes a pun between fortune and sex, because the two sound the same in Chinese.

Chu Zihang chopped another Death Servitor and could not help but rasp. Even in such extreme circumstances, he still had the route they took clearly in his head.

Now that they lured the Death Servitors away, they would probably be able to circle back to the exit to break through. That was the road of life.

“Brother Lu couldn’t have died in his sleep or be busy fucking, right,” Caesar spat as he cleared the road with the Desert Eagle in his hand, firing regular bullets. Taking into account the speed of that monster, he should already be here.

Chu Zihang said nothing, but stopped dead in his tracks.

The corner in front of them appeared a serpentine Death Servitor. Compared to the others, it could be described as a behemoth, standing at a height of nearly three meters, its thick snake tail swishing across the ground, belly bulging, its mouth currently chewing something. From what protruded out, one could see that it was the arm of another Death Servitor.

Its golden eyes remained piercing even in this field of fire, staring intently at its two prey.

With a glance, it was obvious to Chu Zihang that this guy was definitely more difficult than the objective of his first mission, Albert.

Should he try the Third Degree Blood Rage?

Would he still be able to turn back?

Just as Chu Zihang hesitated and Caesar was about to fire, the entire computer room started trembling.

At once, both enemies and comrades, including the servitors still deep in the computer room, turned to look in the direction where the loud noise occurred.

Boom—Boom—Boom—!

It was like a giant demolition hammer hitting the wall, but the direction where it was coming from was opposite the underground parking lot. It was impossible to bring such a large machine there, and the wall was three meters of thick reinforced concrete.

All the Death Servitors dared not move and look at the source of the sound. They instinctively felt that… something terrible was coming from over there.

Each blow was like a knock to the heart. The servitors moved uneasily.

Boom—!

The loud noise finally stopped, then, they heard the crunching sound of metal being twisting. It was numbing.

In the next instant, the servers were broken through by a cannonball-like object and tipped over, but before they fully fell, a figure had appeared in the air behind the giant serpentine Death Servitor.

The young man switched to an upright position in midair, his hair tousled by the wind. His pure-gold eyes were full of cold killing intent, his muscles bulged under his clothes, the sword in his hand red like fire.

The sword rose, a head fell.

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