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In the dragon race, the status of the next generation is equivalent to that of a prince, and those with the highest status are called kings.
The third generation can be considered a count-level rank.
"Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousand, hundred thousand, millions... thirty-seven million five hundred thousand!"
Cao Han was a little dazzled by the long string of "0"s above the evolution value required for the next evolution. He counted it several times, not believing it, and it was still the same frightening number.
Calculated using 100,000 evolution points for a second-generation species...
If he wanted to evolve further, wouldn't he have to slaughter 375 second-generation species?!
They're really treating the next generation of dragons like they're nothing, making it impossible for Cao Han to find so many targets to kill.
Given the nature of this system, nine times out of ten, killing one of the four supreme dragon kings would only grant one million evolution points.
In other words, the idea of evolving to the point of destroying a planet with a single punch is probably just a dream.
"Fortunately, our current strength should be enough."
In Cao Han's opinion, if it happened again, Lancelot wouldn't even have a chance to use Gungnir before being cut down.
As for whether it's possible to defeat a Dragon King-level opponent.
He wasn't really sure until he actually faced a Dragon King-level opponent.
In the world of dragons, the strength of the Dragon King has always been a mystery, belonging to the category of unknown strength, becoming stronger when facing stronger opponents.
Of course, the fact that evolution is out of reach does not mean that there are no ways to improve one's strength.
With enough effort, there's still a good chance to advance the bloodline to the level of a next-generation species, which would increase strength by another 30%.
"System, how can I fight with all my might without restraint?"
[The host's strength will gradually recover as they diligently kill targets that devour their life essence.]
understood!
I completely understand!
The so-called "life source" may simply be another name for evolution value.
Cao Han looked at the one million evolution points he owed the system and muttered to himself, "As long as it's not high-intensity for a long time, there's no risk... The remaining rotten fish and shrimp from Nibelungen shouldn't require full effort, and it can even make up for the lost evolution points!"
It may take a long time to determine the winner, but the decision of life and death can be made in an instant.
Not to mention that Cao Han's evolution this time also granted him the superior Word of Power "Time Zero".
What can you do in 1 second?
Most people probably only have enough time to blink once.
Cao Han's answer was: I can cut through the entire Nibelungen-Avalon in one second!
With the support of a powerful soul, the first release of Zero allowed the Word Spirit rank to successfully enter the "microsecond" level.
1 second = 1000000 microseconds!
The world seems to have entered a state of stagnation.
At this moment, Cao Han could feel the real existence of time with perfect clarity. The world was not completely still; it was just that for a moment, it was infinitely stretched in his senses, so he could not feel the passage of time.
No one noticed or discovered the ghostly figure until it entered the hall where dragons and hybrids were gathered.
Cao Han looked at these dragons and hybrids, who are still arguing about them, as if he were looking at walking evolutionary points.
Release the Word of Power - Time Zero. The flow of time within the entire domain centered on him begins to slow down, with each second being stretched infinitely.
Time passed second by second.
Cao Han strolled leisurely through the entire Hall of Heroes, arriving in the hall where a group of pure-blooded dragons and hybrids were gathered, without anyone noticing or recognizing him.
The two second-generation Knights of the Round Table who had narrowly escaped death and returned here showed the utter terror on their faces.
"You mean Lord Lancelot... is dead?!"
"How is the thief?"
"He's doomed to die from being pierced by Odin's weapon, Gungnir!?"
"Hahaha, good riddance!"
"..."
First came the news of Lancelot's death, and then, before his death, he threw out Gungnir, left by Odin, to take the murderer down with him.
The series of sudden news reports were incredibly shocking.
Since pure-blooded dragons can regenerate from their cocoons, they weren't too worried about Lancelot's safety. Instead, they were overjoyed that the perpetrators had been brought to justice.
In this way, they won't have to live in constant fear.
Amidst the arrogant laughter of these people, Cao Han, standing in the center, deactivated the Time Zero effect, revealing his true form. A slight smile played on his lips as he calmly said:
"Then I'm afraid you'll all be disappointed!"
Not only am I alive, I'm thriving!
Chapter 14 Nibelungs Change Their Surname to Cao
"This guy's Word of Power is 'Momentary Moment,' run!!!"
The warriors in Valhalla were indeed the "elite" that Odin had gathered from all over the world over the years; their burning golden eyes dyed the surroundings golden.
Thoughts are faster than actions.
A hybrid being lurked within the group secretly released the Word of Power, attempting to control Cao Han's mind and write his thoughts into his opponent's mind.
The Word of Power: Senluo was activated, but its effect was negated.
Trying to deal with Cao Han on a psychological level is just a bad idea; this guy is out of his mind and has chosen the wrong target.
It's like a small boat on a boundless ocean; even a tiny wave can cause the boat to be destroyed and everyone on board to perish.
After letting out a scream, it collapsed on the spot, lifeless. Its gruesome death, with blood flowing from its five orifices, filled the scene with a sense of shared grief and camaraderie.
The situation is now quite clear.
From beginning to end, there was only one path facing these pure-blooded dragons and hybrids: either Cao Han would die, or they would perish!
Running away from the Word of Power: Momentary Realm?
Don't be ridiculous!
The desperate situation of death aroused the bloodthirsty ferocity within the dragon race's bloodline.
The mixed-race person closest to Cao Han gripped the katana at his waist and unleashed the pinnacle of his swordsmanship, Iaijutsu.
Iaido is a term for a type of martial art, and in China it is also known as the art of drawing a sword, which emphasizes speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness.
Unfortunately, the mixed-race man's plan to live a comfortable life completely fell through.
What seemed like a lightning-fast strike to him was like a snail's crawl to Cao Han, who leisurely drew his black sword from its sheath and swung it across his neck.
His once fine head was now rolled around like a gourd.
[Defeat the next-generation species Dagnet, evolution value +100000]
[A target that can be consumed has been detected. Consume it?]
Unable to retaliate, unable to capture!
In an instant, another remnant of the Knights of the Round Table and a half-blood died.
The Hall of Heroes' millennia-old pride was utterly meaningless in the face of absolute speed, crushed and trampled upon.
"Time is limited. If you die sooner, you might be able to catch up with Lancelot and have company on the road to the underworld."
Cao Han's pair of crimson-gold pupils carried a cold and deadly killing intent, as well as a barely perceptible hint of boredom hidden deep within them.
We've had our fun; it's time to end this farce.
The grand feast known as "Slaughter" began at this moment...
An assassin who walks through time, each swing of his blade can take the life of a pure-blooded dragon or a hybrid.
He had lost count of how many times he had swung his sword. Towards the end, he was completely numb and just kept repeating the motion of swinging his sword.
If even Lancelot, the strongest being in all of Avalon, couldn't withstand the attack, what could the remaining Karami possibly use to block it?
The moment the last target was defeated, Cao Han couldn't help but shout at the top of his lungs, "Everyone stand up!!!"
"I hereby declare that from this moment forward, the Nibelungs will be surnamed Cao!!!"
On this day, the land of the dead, which was gray and white all year round, took on a different color—a blood-red hue.
Odin, who was still stirring up trouble around the world under various guises, could never have imagined...
Everyone was perfectly fine, and their house was burgled?!
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July 3, 2004, Shilan Middle School.
"City Meteorological Bureau: Typhoon 'Dandelion' (No. 0407) has made landfall. A red rainstorm warning signal is in effect, with strong winds of level 10 and heavy rain. Citizens are advised to avoid going out as much as possible and pay attention to traffic safety."
The howling wind, mixed with raindrops, stung people's faces. Chu Zihang glanced at the text message notification on his phone, then put it back in his pocket, staring blankly at the vast expanse of white rain.
As the top of the "List of Those Who Deserve to Be Killed," Chu Zihang is so powerful that any girl willing to drive him home would line up and circle the teaching building three times just to have a chance to get close to him.
"Chu Zihang... It's really hard to get a taxi during a typhoon. Since it's on my way, how about I give you a ride..."
Another girl with a high ponytail, still looking youthful and beautiful despite wearing the Shilan Middle School uniform, took the initiative to approach Chu Zihang.
Her shy little face was as alluring as a red apple. She lowered her eyes, not daring to look directly at the person in front of her, and her voice grew softer and softer, like the buzzing of a mosquito.
"Thank you for your kindness, but it's alright. Someone will be picking me up soon," Chu Zihang politely declined.
"Oh... I'll be going now."
The girl's voice revealed a deep sense of disappointment. Then, escorted by a driver who opened a huge black umbrella, she walked towards a brown Porsche Cayenne with "frog-eye" headlights not far away.
Most of the students at Shilan Middle School are from wealthy or influential families, and those who can afford it have already left.
Chu Zihang had already spotted the younger student who was also hiding under the eaves to avoid the rain. He was squatting on the ground with his head covered by the hood of his hoodie, so his face was not visible.
Neither of them had any intention of communicating.