Magical Strategist

Gu Feng was too lazy to waste time with a brat. Suddenly he grabbed Zhenlong's shoulder with his backhand and pushed him to the ground easily.

How could the real dragon react? He only heard a crisp "click" on his shoulder, and severe pain instantly spread throughout his body.

"Ah!" The real dragon fell to his knees, feeling so painful.

"If you keep pestering me, I will destroy your arm!" Gu Feng warned and let go of the real dragon. What level of master am I? I don't even bother to compete with a brat.

The real dragon stood up unwillingly. This time he was fully prepared, and the light blue fighting spirit was released from his body without any concealment.

"Stop! You can't beat him!" Haitang said anxiously, not wanting to see the real dragon injured.

It's a pity that no one can stop this guy once he becomes impulsive. He activated his magic power and quickly cast his best spell - Perfect Thunder.

Gu Feng frowned, probably surprised by this spell.

Just when the real dragon was about to attack, a thick and powerful arm quickly grabbed his wrist. After encountering this resistance, the irregular sphere condensed in the palm instantly turned into countless thunder elements and returned to the body.

Such a close contact is perfect for thunder, and it can be easily resolved. He turned around and exclaimed: "Master!"

"You are a brat who doesn't know the heights of the world. If you want to fight, just pick someone who is evenly matched. If you fight that man, are you looking for death?" Baggio said angrily. After Zhenlong's mood stabilized a little, Baggio said: "It's getting late. You and Haitang should go back and rest. Don't forget there is a game tomorrow."

"No, I have to teach him a lesson today." The real dragon was so angry that he was unwilling to listen.

Boom!

Baggio suddenly shuddered and said angrily: "Just you? Don't fucking embarrass me, get out of here!"

At this time, Haitang immediately took Zhenlong's arm and said, "Let's go back, okay?"

Haitang, who was arrogant and bossy, used a pleading tone for the first time. Her eyes also looked a little confused and helpless. I am a woman after all, this is an unchangeable fact. She knew that even if the real dragon had the ability to give Gu Feng a beating, it would still not be able to change his mind. In Gu Feng's eyes, women are inferior, and women can always submit to men, even if they are their biological daughters. In order to inherit the Douglas family and carry forward the family spirit, Haitang, the only daughter of Gu Feng, must live and fight like a man.

Looking at Haitang's cloudy eyes, the real dragon's anger dissipated with the wind. He turned and left without saying a word.

"Wait a minute, what's your name?" Gu Feng suddenly asked. His eyes emitted two terrifying rays of light, which was horrifying.

"Lille True Dragon!" The True Dragon reported his name readily.

The arrogant spirit of the Douglas family is at its peak in Gu Feng. Haitang is well aware of his father's temper. He usually does not ask about other people's names, except for two special circumstances: first, the person who is about to take revenge; second, the person who appreciates him. On the other hand, Zhenlong not only angrily rebuked Gu Feng, but also threatened him with force. How many people in this country and even the entire human race dare to treat him in this way?

Haitang was worried that Zhenlong would cause unnecessary trouble or even kill him for this matter. She hurriedly said: "Ignore him, let's go. Why are we standing there in a daze? Let's go."

After Zhenlong and Haitang walked away, Baggio, who had been silent for a long time, said, "The way you love your daughter is unique. Aren't you afraid that she will misinterpret your meaning?"

"It's okay to misinterpret. One day she will understand my intentions." At this point, Gu Feng's face darkened, and he changed the topic and said, "That red-haired boy is quite interesting."

"Haha, of course my apprentice is very interesting." Baggio asked. In fact, his original intention was: If he wanted to attack him in the future, he should first ask me, a fellow master, if I would agree.

"I see." Although Gu Feng was arrogant, he was very sensible.

"Old friend, you didn't say hello to me first when you came, so I didn't prepare anything. It's so unkind." Baggio said reproachfully.

Gu Feng naturally knew that what Baggio meant by "preparation" was fine wine. Whenever he came to Minghuo Peak to visit his old friends, Baggio would always hold a banquet in his honor. Gu Feng waved his hand and said, "No drinking tonight."

"You really don't drink?" Baggio asked.

"really."

"Then stick to the old rules." Baggio said, pointing to the training ground.

"Remember the last time we played against each other, it was half a year ago, right?"

"I only remember that the last time you lost to me was half a year ago." Baggio's tone was slightly provocative.

"Your mouth is really annoying." Gu Feng said with an angry attitude.

"Hahahaha...please!"

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Darkness gradually filled the sky, and countless stars broke through the night curtain. The moisture of the night slowly soaked in the air, spreading a sentimental atmosphere.

A waning moon releases all its energy, spreading silver light like smoke over the entire Minghuo Peak.

Zhenlong and Haitang walked aimlessly on the cobblestone path far away from the building complex.

"Does your hand still hurt?" Haitang's question broke the silence.

"It doesn't hurt." The real dragon replied.

"I know you are venting your anger on my behalf. I hope you won't be so impulsive next time." Haitang said.

"You can accept him treating you like this, but I can't." Zhenlong said.

"After all, he is my father!" Haitang said in a serious tone.

"So what, if he hits you again, I still won't let him go." Just after saying this, Zhenlong felt that he was taking too much care. There are two fathers and daughters, one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer, so what does he, an outsider, have to do with it?

There was a brief silence between each other. Haitang stopped, looked at Zhenlong with complicated eyes, and asked softly: "What is our relationship now?"

This question just made the real dragon stupid. He was frozen in place, his eyes blank, not knowing how to answer. After a full thirty seconds of silence, he replied: "Why do you ask so suddenly?"

"No reason, I just want to know." Haitang said coldly.

The real dragon thought for a while, an inexplicable emptiness appeared in his eyes, and finally he said one word: "Friend..."

Haitang's face darkened. She didn't seem to want to hear the answer. She bit her teeth and said harshly: "Since we are friends, let go of your hand."

"Hand?" He looked down suddenly, and was surprised to find that his hand had been connected to Haitang's at some point, and their fingers were tightly intertwined and inseparable. The palms of my hands were already damp, and it probably wouldn't take half an hour without them sweating so much.

"I'm sorry!" Zhenlong quickly pulled his hand away and apologized repeatedly.

"I'm a little tired, so I'll go back first." Haitang said gloomily.

Quietly looking at Haitang's retreating figure, maybe I should say something.

"Wait a minute!" the real dragon suddenly shouted.

Stop at Haitang Station.

"Let's work hard for tomorrow's game."

"Thank you." Although he was saying thank you, he said it through gritted teeth. As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared into the night.