Chapter 47: The Half-Blood (4k Two-in-One)

To be honest, America, 2009, and dragons—stacking these buffs together brought back some unpleasant memories for Lyon.

For instance, a certain youth romance tragedy novel that made him want to send a blade in the mail to the author.

"It shouldn't be that much of a coincidence... right?"

Thinking of the alias [King of Bronze and Fire] he had previously used at the Federal Artisan Association, Lyon couldn't help feeling a bit guilty.

However, right now was not the time to ponder such matters; the most important thing was to deal with the giant lizard across from him first.

Watching the massive dragon tail swinging toward him, Lyon immediately raised his right hand to block.

Thud—

Amidst a dull, heavy sound, he firmly resisted the dragon tail beside him, his two feet planted on the ground like nails, unmoving.

Yet, upon initial contact, Lyon's expression turned peculiar.

This dragon...

did not seem as strong as he had imagined.

However, this scene caused the Execution Division agents present to widen their eyes in shock.

"A half-breed is actually able to engage in a wrestling contest with a pure-blooded dragon?"

"Is his Spiritual Manifestation Bronze Throne? But is Bronze Throne supposed to look like this?"

Looking at the young man standing in the arena, his entire body glowing with a pristine white luster and exuding an ethereal demeanor, the Execution Division agents fell silent for a moment.

At this moment, someone hesitantly spoke up: "...Captain, should we still open fire?"

Hearing this, the captain glanced sideways at the speaker, then asked, "Do you know that man's identity? Or are you confident you won't hurt him?"

"That dragon is already being held in a frontal stalemate by him. All agents with close-combat capabilities and auxiliary Spiritual Manifestations, go forward and support him!"

Although the academy had not yet transmitted the investigative data, judging solely by the current performance of the young man in the arena, his bloodline rank was certainly not low.

Who knew if this was some young master from a prominent half-breed family out to experience the world? Although Cassell College was not afraid of any half-breed family, it was always best to avoid such troubles if they could be avoided.

Therefore, just as Lyon was locked in a physical struggle with the giant dragon, several voices suddenly rang out behind him.

He even heard extremely familiar Chinese among them.

"I've come to assist you!"

"?"

Before Lyon could react, he sensed a surge of power suddenly erupt within his body.

Spiritual Manifestation: Servant of the Chosen King.

You've been buffed, go get 'em!

Feeling the sudden, incremental surge of power within his body, Lyon's expression remained unchanged as he punched the dragon tail beside him.

Bang—

The dragon tail was knocked aside by the immense force, and a painful roar escaped the giant dragon's maw. Its already exceptionally thick limbs swelled significantly all of a sudden.

Immediately afterward, the poured concrete ground shattered inch by inch beneath its sharp claws as if it were made of mere toys.

Yet, facing the attack headed straight for him, Lyon's expression remained calm; he merely shifted his stance slightly into the Dui trigram position.

The next moment, his fair upper body took on a metallic sheen.

Sizzle—

In an instant, sparks flew in all directions.

The mental fortitude bonus brought by [Craftsman Apprentice (Alchemy)] was vividly and thoroughly manifested at this moment.

One must know that when Lyon first used [Dui Trigram: Golden Spirit], he could barely cover a single pair of his palms, but now he was able to completely shroud his entire upper body.

In the span of just a few short seconds, the dragon and the man clashed several times, ultimately separating immediately after a fierce collision.

Looking at the giant dragon opposite him, which seemed somewhat wary now, Lyon exhaled softly to steady his breath, then casually tore off the shattered [Galos Scale (Youth Edition)] from his body.

After all, a defective product lacking genuine dragon scales was ultimately incapable of handling this level of high-intensity combat, not to mention that this flawed piece had previously participated in the battle against Cade.

Fortunately, the most crucial ingredient needed for [Galos Scales] had now delivered itself right in front of Lyon.

At this moment, the giant dragon, with several pieces of its scales shattered, began to slowly circle around Lyon, its terrifying golden pupils staring fixedly at the seemingly insignificant creature before it.

"Human..."

"You are not one of those mongrels... In all the years I have slumbered, have you little things reached this point..."

As a pure-blooded dragon of the fifth generation, the giant dragon could naturally tell that Lyon was not a half-breed, but a completely pure human.

Yet this was precisely what puzzled it. Before it fell into its long slumber, these tiny creatures possessed no ability whatsoever to resist the mighty dragon race.

Unfortunately, none of the people present could understand the dragon's speech. As an ancient antique crawling out from the tombs of ancient civilizations, it had long since fallen behind the times.

Except for Lyon.

Under the blessing of the [Traveler] talent, he could even communicate with it seamlessly.

However, Lyon couldn't be bothered to pay attention to this dragon.

Even a clay figurine had three parts of anger; when all was said and done, he was merely a passerby who had come to watch the commotion, only to be dragged into the brawl between these little dragon-men for no reason at all.

Furthermore, if he wanted to gather information, the group of seemingly harmless people behind him was obviously a much more suitable choice.

Therefore, he stomped fiercely on the ground, then shot forward toward the giant dragon like an arrow released from a bowstring.

Seeing this, the giant dragon roared, yet it did not choose to fight Lyon head-on as it had done previously.

The reason was simple.

It could not gain the upper hand.

That's right, dignified pure-blooded dragon of the fifth generation that it was, having completed dragonization, its physical strength was actually inferior to that of a purely ordinary human!

If its peers were to learn of this, they would likely only think it was joking.

Fortunately, these magnificent creatures possessed more than just raw physical might.

As the ancient rulers of this world, they also commanded power.

The next moment, metal objects within a radius of dozens of meters centered around the giant dragon converged toward it, beginning to spin rapidly around its massive reptilian body.

Seeing this, the Execution Division agents instantly recognized the ability the dragon was deploying.

"It's Sword Domain! Everyone take cover!"

Before the words had even faded, the large and small metallic objects spinning around the dragon shot out in all directions like a storm of arrows.

The Execution Division agents, failing to dodge in time, suffered heavy casualties in an instant.

Yet, facing the whistling metal artifacts, Lyon's expression remained unchanged.

If it was merely to this extent, it was still not enough to force him to evade.

His skin was sliced open by the sharp weapons, and milky-white Qi replaced fresh blood, drifting slowly into the air.

However, no sooner did the wounds appear than they healed completely under the effect of the Seeding Death and Rebirth Art.

Witnessing this, a trace of horror flashed in the eyes of the Execution Division agents nearby.

Physical strength comparable to a pure-blooded dragon, an exaggerated self-healing ability, and skin taking on a metallic luster.

Case closed; this was definitely the Bronze Throne!

Although the Execution Division agents present did not understand why the man's Bronze Throne turned his entire body white, it didn't stop them from mistaking the Seeding Death and Rebirth Art for the Bronze Throne.

Well, surely someone would find it strange, but whether Lyon was using the Bronze Throne or not was of little consequence to these lowly Execution Division agents; they could leave the headache of identifying the exact Spiritual Manifestation to the Principal and the others.

Just as the crowd of Execution Division agents was filled with turbulent thoughts, Lyon had already arrived before the giant dragon.

And upon seeing the scene before it, a flicker of astonishment crossed the giant dragon's enormous vertical pupils, which gleamed with a pale golden light.

It never expected that the tiny creature before it would so easily break through its Spiritual Manifestation.

One had to remember that in ancient times, these lowly, inferior beings should have already been kneeling to beg for the divine's forgiveness.

Before the dragon could react, Lyon's pristine white palm, gleaming with a metallic luster, pressed heavily against the scales on its chest.

Crack—

Accompanied by a crisp sound, dense cracks instantly spread across the giant dragon's tough scales.

The next moment, a roar mixed with intense pain echoed across the clouds.

"Roar!!"

Regrettably, the giant dragon's reaction only made Lyon feel that the creature in front of him was nothing more than a bluffing large lizard, so without the slightest hesitation, he delivered a second attack.

Overwhelmed by the pain, the giant dragon began to thrash its massive body, twisting the already ruined ground into a mangled mess akin to soft clay.

Yet, how could such a frenzied attack possibly harm Lyon? With his left hand, he batted aside the dragon's right claw, while his right fist hammered relentlessly against its chest.

Bang, bang, bang—

Amidst the continuous sound of impacts, the noises emitted by the giant dragon gradually transformed from initial roars into mournful wails.

Such a commotion naturally caught the attention of the Execution Division agents who had previously hidden to evade the Spiritual Manifestation.

They watched the figure not far away pummeling the pure-blooded dragon, swallowing dryly in involuntary shock.

"His bloodline rank... must be at least A-grade or higher by now..."

Perhaps these Execution Division agents could never have imagined that there would be an ordinary human in this world, devoid of half-breed heritage, capable of engaging in close-quarters physical combat with a pure-blooded dragon.

After all, in their worldview, only half-breeds could contend with pure-blooded dragons.

And anyone capable of achieving this was a rare, standout elite even within the ranks of half-breeds.

Much like Cassell College's Lionheart Club President Chuxia Tong, Student Union President Caesar, or...

Principal Anjou.

Yet even among these super half-breeds, none had ever been rumored to engage in raw, punch-for-punch brawls with pure-blooded dragons like the young man not far away.

It was right at this moment that the scales on the giant dragon's chest were forcefully shattered by Lyon, exposing its crimson flesh beneath.

Without a moment's hesitation, he immediately transformed his palm into a blade, thrusting it straight into the giant dragon's chest and piercing its heart in a single stroke.

"Awoo!!"

"Human!!"

Amidst the deafening, agonizing shrieks, the giant dragon spewed vast amounts of blood, submerging Lyon from head to toe, before slowly collapsing onto the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Seeing this, the pupils of the Execution Division agents constricted sharply.

"Oh no! The dragon blood of a fifth-generation species can already contaminate others!"

As members of Cassell College's Execution Division, they were intimately familiar with the fact that the blood of pure-blooded dragons could corrupt others.

After all, their director, von Schenede, had been forced to rely on a respirator to sustain his life precisely because of this reason.

In their view, Lyon, having been drenched from head to toe in the blood of a fifth-generation dragon, would clearly not meet a favorable end, even possessing a powerful Spiritual Manifestation like the Bronze Throne.

At this moment, Lyon merely felt a burning sensation sweep across his entire body.

'Tch...'

'To think it would still try to bite me on its deathbed.'

Yet, there was no panic in his heart. Perhaps to the people of this world, being corrupted by dragon blood was a terrifying ordeal, but to him, it was of little consequence.

With his current mastery of the Seeding Death and Rebirth Art, as long as it wasn't a fatal injury, he could repair it.

What was more...

[Engaged in combat using the Seeding Death and Rebirth Art, Skill Experience +223].

[Current Skill Level: Seeding Death and Rebirth Art (Expert 84/5000)].

Indeed, through this battle with the giant dragon, the proficiency of Lyon's Seeding Death and Rebirth Art had reached the [Expert] tier, falling little short compared even to Zuo Ruotong.

...Naturally, that was referring to the Zuo Ruotong who had yet to break through the third stage.

'Still, the third stage actually requires five thousand experience points...'

'That's a full fivefold increase compared to what was needed for the expert tier.'

It was fortunate that Lyon possessed a professional status panel; otherwise, ordinary disciples of the Triple-One Sect would indeed find breaking through to the third stage exceptionally difficult.

Soon, the burning sensation across his body receded.

It was then that a notification message suddenly popped up on the panel before Lyon's eyes.

[Available Profession: Half-Breed].

——

[Profession: Half-Breed]

[Prerequisites for Occupation:

1. Physical Strength 1.2, Mental Attribute 1.3 (√)

2. Bathe in the blood of a dragon species of fifth generation or higher and survive (√)]

[Post-Occupation Benefits:

1. Attribute Growth

2. Acquisition of Profession Skills - Furious Blood, Random Spiritual Manifestation

3. Acquisition of Profession Specialty - Golden Eyes

4. Acquisition of Special Bonus:

Slight immunity to the oppressive pressure emitted by dragon kinds]

——

...

Come to think of it, what a pleasant surprise.

Seeing the message on the panel, Lyon's expression turned peculiar. He never imagined that [Half-Breed] could actually be a profession.

However, this basically hammered down the certainty that the world he was currently in was indeed Dragon Raja.

And as for a profession that had delivered itself to his doorstep, Lyon certainly wouldn't refuse.

[Successfully Occupied Profession: Half-Breed].

——

[Profession: Half-Breed]

[Level: 1/20 (0/100)]

[Attribute Bonuses: Physical Strength +0.3 per level, Mental Fortitude +0.2 per level]

[Profession Skills: Spiritual Manifestation - Heaven and Earth as a Furnace, Furious Blood (Novice 1/100)]

[Profession Specialty: Golden Eyes]

[Class Advancement Path: Dead Servant, Dragon Slayer, Fourth-Generation Species]

——

Yet, no sooner had Lyon taken on the [Half-Breed] profession than a burst of garbled code suddenly flickered across his panel, immediately followed by a new prompt message.

[￥@#*@...]

[Special World Class Advancement Detected: Dragon-Vein Alchemist].

Seeing this, Lyon raised an eyebrow. It was his first time encountering this so-called world-specific class advancement.

Just as he was about to check the specific advancement requirements for the [Dragon-Vein Alchemist], the group of Execution Division agents had already arrived before him.

The group stared at the young man who had essentially stolen their job, momentarily at a loss for words.

At this moment, in their eyes, Lyon was staring blankly at the dragon corpse in front of him, making it hard for them not to suspect whether this young man, who had just achieved the magnificent feat of slaying a dragon, had fried his brain due to the corruption of the dragon blood.

And the probability of such an event occurring was quite high indeed.

Could there really be a half-breed capable of coming out completely unscathed under the corruption of dragon blood?

Thinking of this, the leading captain mustered his courage and called out, "...Sir?"

Hearing the voice, Lyon put away the panel before him and turned to face the group behind him.

At this moment, the Execution Division agents only felt an acrid, choking wave of bloodlust wash over them from ahead, followed by a pair of pupils resembling flowing liquid gold staring coldly at them.