Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before Dragon Slaying

Chapter 1043 The Power of Pompeii (Two in One, please subscribe!!!)

After the sound of metal friction, light red dust exploded in the air.

This dust is colorless and odorless, but it is quite restraining for hybrids. It is an alchemical chemical called Frigga. When a certain amount is inhaled, it will produce a special reaction with the dragon blood in the hybrid's body, causing fainting or even hallucinations.

Of course, Jude Mai couldn't be so naive as to think that only three throwing knives could cause any obstacles or troubles to the bandaged man who could defeat Ange head-on. As an equally experienced ninja, this was Jude Mai's temporary strategy. Of course, to achieve this effect, superb techniques and skills were also required.

One of the throwing knives carried compressed Frigga dust and a small amount of gunpowder, which was what Jude Mai had always prepared on him. The first throwing knife he threw was indeed a crude sleight of hand, but it didn't matter. The plan was rough, but as long as it delayed for a moment, it was enough. For the remaining two throwing knives, Jude Mai used extremely precise force and timing to control a speed difference. The throwing knife carrying Frigga dust and gunpowder was shot out first, and the last throwing knife was shot out with a slightly greater force to ensure that the two could collide with each other in mid-air close to the bandaged man.

This is probably a precise operation that very few people in the world can accomplish. Perhaps Sakura who possesses the "Yin-Ryu" can do it, but Shude Mai does not have the "Yin-Ryu". She relies entirely on training again and again, thousands of times, until she can fully master the power, timing, speed of the knife and the difference in quality of the two flying knives, and she will not stop until she has trained herself to be as precise as a machine.

Mai Jude is perfect all over, but the only thing she is not satisfied with is her hands. Although her fingers are slender and long, her fingertips and joints are covered with thick calluses. This is the proof of her hard training and the mark of her survival. Even the most advanced skin care products and laser surgery in the world cannot erase them.

Jiude Mai's hand reached into her waist, and when she was about to pull out a few more throwing knives, she glanced at the bandaged man not far away, a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and her movements suddenly stopped.

In the diffuse red dust, the bandaged man's candle-like golden pupils were staring at Jiude Mai who was several hundred meters away. Suddenly, he turned his head sharply as if he sensed something.

In the smoke of dust, there seemed to be a figure moving back and forth not far from her. In fact, with the bandaged man's beast-like intuition, he should have noticed it long ago, but Frigga's dust did more or less paralyze some of his senses.

A few seconds later, the smoke and dust cleared, and Ange, who had been sitting against the wall, was no longer visible. Not far from the bandaged man, there was a man in a white shirt carrying the unconscious Ange on his shoulders.

To be precise, this man originally had a white suit over his shirt, but at this moment he was wearing the suit over his head. His original intention might be to block out the smoke and dust from Frigga, but the sleeves of the expensive suit were tied around his face in a flirty little knot, and most of it covered his head, leaving only a pair of sea-blue eyes. He really looked like a wretched gangster.

"Hey, did you find me?" The wretched bandit noticed the bandaged man's gaze. He scratched the back of his head subconsciously, but when he raised his hand, Ange on his shoulder almost fell off, so he hurriedly tried to hold Ange.

The bandaged man's golden pupils stared straight at this guy, even ignoring Ange on his back. Even though he had no reason or consciousness now, any living creature could recognize this guy. Although his face was covered, but with that long golden hair, sea-blue eyes, coquettish outfit, and unconventional tone, who else could it be but Pompey?
"Don't look at me like that. I told you, I'm a man, not a woman, and I'm a straight man. It's useless for you to look at me like that." Pompey said earnestly, "The guy behind me is a good friend of mine. Although he always complains and ridicules me, his balls are really important to me. You two also fought. If you win, I will admit defeat on behalf of my friend, okay? For the sake of our friendship just a few minutes ago, how about you let me take him away and you turn a blind eye?"

But the man kept staring at Pompeii with a sharp gaze... Logically speaking, he should have pounced on the noisy man long ago after losing consciousness and only having instincts left. However, his state was completely different from when he fought with Ange. The bandaged man just stared at Pompeii in an uncharacteristic way and did not rush to launch an attack.

"Hey, hey, hey, I've already discussed it with you, right? Let's both take a step back and the sky will be clear. You can't push me into a desperate situation!" Pompey seemed a little anxious, "Do you have to kill me? Aren't you afraid of making me angry? Haven't you heard the saying? Even rabbits bite when they are angry..."

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"Long Legs, did you know that this guy would come back?" Su Enxi asked Jiude Mai while looking at Pompey who was confronting the bandaged man.

"I don't know. I don't know this guy at all. I wouldn't be surprised if he abandoned Ange and ran away." Jiude Mai paused, "The only thing I can feel is that this guy is definitely not as simple as he appears."

"Can the current head of the Gattuso family be a simple person?" Su Enxi said.

"No, the identity of the head of the Gattuso family is not enough to describe him. I think he is even the most mysterious and hidden one of the Sicilian Black Hand Family." Jiude Mai shook her head and said in a low voice, "Compared with him, his younger brother, Frost, the acting head of the Gattuso family, is just like a naive child."

"Frost, I have come into contact with the acting patriarch several times." Su Enxi thought for a moment, "He is not as bad as you say, right?"

"It's not that Frost is unbearable, but Pompeii is too weird." Jiude Mai stared at the seemingly absurd and funny blond man, "I'm starting to look forward to it. Maybe today we will have a chance to see the tip of the iceberg of this man with our own eyes."

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"You really pushed me into a corner, you really pushed me into a corner..." Pompey suddenly raised his head and shouted towards the top of a building, "Lady, lady, help me, someone is trying to kill someone here!"

On the rooftop, Jiude Mai and Su Enxi were stunned.

"What is this guy howling for?" Su Enxi was puzzled. "Long Legs, can you hear it?"

"I'm a ninja, not Superman. I definitely can't hear clearly at this distance." Jiude Mai's pretty face showed an interested expression, "But I think it's very interesting. This guy knew we were here from the beginning, and seemed to have expected that we would interfere with what happened next. This can't be explained by just his strong insight, right?" "He always knew we were spying?" As a peeper, Su Enxi had a strong sense of disobedience, "Long legs, do you think this guy's words are of wind attribute similar to Caesar's 'Sickle Weasel'? Can it sense our presence?"

"I don't know. It is said that Caesar's Word Spirit is inherited from his mother, but I am also curious about this guy's ability." Jiude Mai said, "It is said that no matter whether it is the records of Kassel Academy or the Gattuso family, there is no information about this guy's Word Spirit."

"Do you want to try him?" Su Enxi asked.

"No need, we just don't interfere." Jiude Mai said with interest, "I'm curious about how he plans to solve it."

"How cold-hearted! She's so pretty, but so cold-blooded." Pompey retracted his gaze and couldn't help muttering, as if he could really see Qing Jiude Mai's face from such a distance. "Don't they say that if you help others, you will get what you want. If you help me a little longer and wait until I get Angre away, everything will be fine. Now it's bad."

What's even more strange is that Pompey not only seems to be able to see Jiude Mai's face clearly from hundreds of meters away, he even seems to be able to hear the conversation between Jiude Mai and Su Enxi, and is "talking" to her unilaterally. He keeps complaining, but the panic on his face gradually dissipates.

The bandaged man kept staring at Pompeii with a fierce look in his eyes. His muscles were tensed, like a cheetah ready to bite the enemy at any time... When facing Pompeii, this man always maintained a fighting posture and was more cautious and vigilant than when he faced Angers.

Pompey lowered his head and glanced at the watch on his wrist. This action was undoubtedly a fatal flaw. With the speed at which the bandaged man and Ange fought, the short moment when Pompey lowered his head was enough for Ange to kill Pompey several times. But the man did not take the opportunity to do so. His muscles bulged like a beast showing off its muscles when facing the enemy, as if he was afraid of something.

"Don't look at me as if I'm not busy. I'm actually quite busy. I don't have time to keep playing glare with you here." Pompey looked at the time on his watch, as if talking to himself, "Besides, my son and his friends are coming soon. You know that as a father, there are always some privacy that I don't want my son to know. When my son and his friends really come, I can't just abandon my son and run away, right? But I really don't want to fight with you. Don't make it difficult for me."

But no matter how hard Pompey tried to persuade him, the bandaged man remained unmoved... Perhaps this was truly like playing the lute to a cow. With the bandaged man's current mental state, he simply could not understand what Pompey was saying.

"We are all fathers, so please be considerate of me." Pompey whispered, "I have said so much, and you are unwilling to give me a little face?"

Pompeii sighed. This was definitely the best time, because the moment a person sighs is the moment when he loses his temper, and the whole body is at its weakest defense. With the speed of the bandaged man, this time was enough for him to tear Pompeii's throat.

His fighting instinct made him move. His muscles were stretched to the limit and his eyes were fixed on Pompey's throat. There was no doubt that he would pounce in the next moment and kill the chattering man in a violent manner.

However, the next moment, the bandaged man still stopped in the same place, his muscles trembled at a very high speed with an extremely small amplitude, and his golden eyes flashed with incredible emotions... What kind of thing could make an unconscious person feel incredible?

Because Pompey, who had been looking at his watch, happened to raise his head at this moment, and his gaze met the bandaged man's. His eyes, which should have been as blue as the sea, now burst out with golden light.

The dazzling golden light was like two dazzling suns. The white suit covering Pompeii's face was blown up to the sky, as if a gust of wind blew up from the ground, and no one knew where the wind came from. Sand and stones were flying in the alley.

"His bloodline is surprisingly so strong!" Even Jiude Mai was shocked. She stared at Pompeii with her eyes narrowed and her brows wrinkled unconsciously, as if she was looking at a dazzling sun that was impossible to look directly at.

"This, this, this..." Su Enxi was also shocked. "Chu Zihang must have the 'fourth blood burst' to have such oppressive power, right? But Chu Zihang's bloodline after the 'fourth blood burst' is close to that of the Dragon King. This old playboy is hiding it so deeply!"

"I'm afraid this is not his true strength." Jiude Mai whispered in a voice that only she could hear, "Pompeii...what on earth is this man?"

At this moment, Pompey was out of character. There was no longer any frivolous look of a playboy on his face. He had a blank expression, yet seemed to carry great majesty, an aura that only a superior person possessed, and definitely not one that belonged to a superior person among humans.

"Get out of here." Pompey looked at the bandaged man and uttered these words as if they were the will of heaven.

The bandaged man's pupils trembled uncontrollably, not because he was so scared. It was a pressure that was more difficult to resist than instinct and came from deep within his bloodline. No matter for hybrids or pure-blooded dragons, bloodline was the most important factor. Since ancient times, the research on bloodline of hybrids has never stopped. People call the transition from low bloodline to high bloodline "evolution."

The bloodline displayed by Pompeii at this moment is undoubtedly higher than that of the bandaged man... The bandaged man defeated Le Angers head-on, and even the elderly Angers undoubtedly deserved the "S" level evaluation, so the bloodline of the bandaged man is above the "S" level.

What about Pompeii?
Once again surpassing the "S" level bloodline, what level is it?
Are there really such humans in this world?

The majesty displayed by Pompeii at this moment was like a giant dragon from ancient times!
A huge pressure enveloped the bandaged man, his golden pupils kept flickering, as if his warlike instinct and the fear in his blood were fighting fiercely. A stone blown by the wind hit his temple. He seemed to be aware of something and bit his tongue hard. The fear of his bloodline was mostly suppressed.

A transparent field unfolded, and the sand, dust and gravel in the field seemed to be suspended motionlessly in mid-air.