Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before Dragon Slaying

Chapter 1039 The Battle Between Time and Zero (Two in One, Please Subscribe!!!)

The bandaged man was obviously stimulated by the video on Pompeii's phone, and his emotions fluctuated violently.

"Odin... Odin... Odin..." The bandaged man kept repeating this name, his emotions changed from confusion to struggle, and then to hatred. His eyes were flashing with golden light, like a burning flame of revenge.

"Tsk tsk tsk." Pompey looked at the bandaged man's expression and condition with interest, just like an observer handing a piece of bloody meat to a wild beast, wondering whether it would feast on it or be angered by the smell of blood.

The man wrapped in bandages was finally angered. His hand flashed like a phantom and he slapped Pompeii's phone hard.

The phone flew far away and hit the corner of the wall heavily. With a "pop", the entire cover broke into pieces, and the motherboard popped out. After a flash of electric sparks, billowing black smoke came out.

“???” 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 ghost get along with another ghost? "I provoke him? Come on, I am just helping others, okay?" Pompey said a little aggrieved, "He wanted to find Odin, so I helped him find Odin. My phone was broken, and I didn't even think of doing anything, 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?"