Chapter 168 Cancellation "Master, the family sent me to take you back. The plane is ready to take off at any time." Percy stood beside Caesar, his attitude humble and respectful, but his eyes were always on Caesar's face. "I won't go back." Caesar answered coldly with his head down, while loading bullets into the Desert Eagle in his hand. His movements were so skillful as if he was conducting a normal routine inspection. His fingers slid quickly across the barrel, loading, calibrating, and locking the bullets. Everything was done accurately to the millisecond. Percy frowned slightly, took a deep breath, and said in a pleading tone: "Master, this time is different from the past. The orders of the head of the family cannot be disobeyed easily. You know that the family needs you. No, you are the true heir of the Gattuso family. You..." "Shut up." Caesar suddenly raised his head, his eyes as cold as a sword drawn from its sheath, piercing straight at Percy. His gaze made Percy stop talking. "Pasi." Caesar sneered and loaded the Desert Eagle. "You should know better than anyone that I, Caesar Gattuso, never obey anyone, no matter the family or the so-called head of the family." Percy was silent for a moment. He obviously knew Caesar's temper and knew that the man in front of him was not someone who could be easily persuaded. However, he still tried to make a final effort: "Master, you know that the threat facing our family this time is far greater than ever before. The White King's revival has become a nightmare for the entire half-blood world. Even the world situation will be completely overturned..." "So what?" Caesar sneered disdainfully, turning the Desert Eagle with an elegant movement. The silver metal flashed coldly under the light. "Percy, the White King has resurrected. Do they really care about this world, or are they worried that their power and status will be destroyed by the dragon clan? You know better than me." Percy's expression changed slightly, he opened his mouth but couldn't say a word. Caesar snorted coldly, stood up, and put the Desert Eagle back into the holster at his waist. His movements were as smooth as an elegant cheetah. He walked to the window and stared at the white dragon outside. "I understand..." As he said that, Percy took out a magazine from his clothes and handed it to Caesar. There were five bullets in it, but the bullet tips were blood red, like crystal.
"This is a bullet made of the Philosopher's Stone. Only the Philosopher's Stone can seriously injure the Dragon King. I brought one-third of the family's reserves here. Frost asked me to bring you a message on behalf of the head of the family. No matter what you think, the family will always love you and will always be your strong backing." Caesar did not reach out to take it, but just stared at the magazine quietly with a complicated look. He was silent for a moment, as if he was weighing Percy's words, or as if he was recalling some past events that he did not want to mention. Finally, Caesar took the magazine and stuffed it into the Desert Eagle in his hand. "Five bullets, I hope it's enough." He turned the muzzle of the gun slightly and pointed it at the White King outside the window that blocked out the sun, as if announcing the beginning of a dragon slaying. "Master, I have one more thing to say..." Percy looked at Caesar's back, hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "Frost said on behalf of the head of the family that the Gattuso family will always wait for you to come home no matter what." Caesar ignored him, opened the door and walked out. The outside world was immediately filled with pre-war chaos and tension. Crowds of people were moving back and forth, their steps hurried but full of determination. Various mechanical equipment made a harsh sound of gear friction. The air was filled with the smell of motor oil mixed with a faint smell of gunpowder. A strong sense of crisis made every nerve of the people stretched to the limit. "Hurry up! Hurry up! We can't let that old guy Ange fight alone!" Vice Principal Flamel's voice almost drowned out all the sounds around him. He waved a half-drunk bottle of tequila in one hand, pointed at the four-legged mecha in front of him that was undergoing final debugging, and shouted at the busy and sweaty otakus in the equipment department. "This old guy is really crazy!" The vice-president took another gulp of wine, his face flushed red, "All the half-bloods in the world are hiding in the safe zone and dare not show their heads, but he went to challenge the White King himself. What a joke! This is the White King! Do you really think the dragons will give in because of a few words from him?" The technician at the side raised his greasy face and whispered, "Vice Principal, aren't you also going to lead the charge?" "Stop talking nonsense! Get to work!" The vice-president glared at the technician and pointed at him fiercely. "I want it to be fully charged and running within half an hour, otherwise you will all end up in the Dragon King's stomach as a midnight snack!" Caesar stood on the steps, watching all this quietly. The noisy sounds and tense atmosphere around him seemed to have nothing to do with him. He looked down at the Desert Eagle in his hand. The five blood-red bullets in the magazine were glowing with a strange luster in the cold wind. Each bullet seemed to be infused with the essence of life and was full of the power to kill with one blow. "Caesar, what good things did old man Frost bring you?" the vice-principal asked when he saw Caesar coming out. He seemed to have fully considered that Caesar would go back with Percy. "Five Philosopher's Stones," Caesar said. "Five Philosopher's Stones... wow, the Gattuso family is really wealthy. Here, this is for you. This is half of the school's reserves. I leave it to you." The vice-principal smacked his lips and took out three bullets polished with Philosopher's Stones from his pocket and handed them to Caesar. Then he took out an exquisitely crafted metal ball with complex and mysterious patterns engraved on it. "I made this myself. It can help you resist part of the White King's domain." "King's Domain?" Caesar asked with some confusion after taking the metal ball. "This is a king's domain that only the first generation has. These dragon kings have much stronger spirits than ordinary dragons. Even if they don't use their spiritual power, the surging spiritual power will naturally form a small domain around them. At that time, their spiritual flames are blazing, and ordinary spiritual power falling on that flame is like a moth to a flame. Why is Kassel Academy looking for high-blooded hybrids all over the world? Because only hybrids with higher bloodlines can move normally in the king's domain. Ordinary hybrids can't even move in the king's domain." "King's Domain..." Caesar repeated the word in a low voice, with a hint of solemnity in his tone. He looked up at the vice-principal and said, "That is to say, in the White King's domain, every step, every movement, and even every breath of mine will be suppressed by him, right?" The vice-principal nodded, the alcohol on his face dissipated a little, and his tone became serious for a rare time: "That's right, but your bloodline is A-level and with this barrier ball, at least you won't be directly crushed." Caesar did not respond, but just lowered his head to check the Desert Eagle in his hand again. He carefully loaded the three Philosopher's Stone bullets handed to him by the vice-principal into the spare magazine, and then inserted the magazine into the leather holster at his waist. The whole set of actions was completed in one go.
"How big is the White King's domain?" Caesar Ping continued to ask. The vice-principal thought for a moment, smiled bitterly and said, "Who knows... It is a being stronger than the four great kings, perhaps several kilometers away..." He paused, with a trace of undisguised fear in his eyes, "The king's domain will change with his mood swings. The angrier he is, the more terrifying it will be." "It sounds like it's quite troublesome," Caesar said. The vice-principal looked at Caesar's expression, and a smile appeared on his lips: "Tsk, you kid, you should be the future head of the Gattuso family, but you just like to do these desperate things... Aren't you afraid of being scolded to death by those old guys in the family?" "What does family affairs have to do with me?" Caesar said nonchalantly, with a hint of indifference in his voice. "If the Gattuso family really needed me, they should have prepared the stage for me to fight long ago, instead of hiding in the back and calculating the gains and losses." "Okay, everyone else is waiting outside, except you. If you're any slower, we'll just have to collect the body of that guy Ange." The vice-president stood there, watching Caesar leave. The smile on his face gradually faded, replaced by a complicated expression. He looked down at the bottle of tequila in his hand and muttered, "They are all troublesome guys... But, what the world needs are lunatics who dare to throw their lives on the battlefield." Caesar pushed open the heavy metal door, and the cold night wind blew in his face. He looked up at the troops assembled not far away, the elite soldiers of the Eight Clans of Sheqi wearing combat uniforms, their faces full of tension and murderous aura. The huge four-legged mecha next to it had been debugged. The technician from the equipment department jumped down from the operating table with a tired face and made an "OK" gesture to Finkel who was waiting on the side. At the front of the team, Chu Zihang was leaning against an armored vehicle, the sword in his hand resting lightly on his shoulder, the sharp blade reflecting a faint cold light. He sensed Caesar's arrival, raised his head slightly, and looked at him calmly. "You finally came out." Chu Zihang's tone was as cold as ever, but there was a hint of concern in his eyes. "The principal almost rushed into the White King's mouth. If I had been slower, I would have had to cut open the White King's stomach to dig him out." Caesar shrugged, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone. He walked up to Chu Zihang, raised his hand and patted his shoulder, "Are you ready? This is not an ordinary hunt. We are facing the White King, who is more powerful than the four monarchs." Chu Zihang nodded slightly and whispered, "No matter what it is, we must stop it here." Caesar raised his eyebrows and smiled approvingly, "Not bad, you have learned to speak from me." Not far away, Nuonuo was standing at the back of the team, checking the sniper rifle in her hand. Her long red hair fluttered slightly in the night breeze, her eyes were sharp and focused. When she noticed Caesar's figure, she looked up at him, then raised the corners of her mouth and revealed a faint smile. "Caesar, don't tell me you are planning to use that broken gun against the White King?" Nono raised his eyebrows, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone. Caesar turned his head and waved the Desert Eagle at his waist towards her, showing a confident smile: "Of course it's this gun, what? You don't believe it?" Nuonuo sneered: "I don't believe you. The White King is not a street thug. What can your Desert Eagle do?" Caesar walked closer to her, leaned over and whispered in her ear, "This is the key to dealing with the White King." Nuo Nuo was stunned for a moment, then smiled, didn't say much, just lowered his head and continued to adjust his gun. "By the way, why are they here?" Caesar asked some people from Yuan Zhisheng not far away. Yuan Zhisheng, who was not far away, was smoking non-stop, but his face was very pale and looked a little weak. He was looking at Caesar, and he also turned his head to look at Caesar. "This is a family affair of our Sheqi clan. We, the Sheqi clan, must be present." "The family affairs of the Sheqi family?" Caesar repeated in a low voice, "That's a nice way of saying it, but you're not even capable of handling family affairs right now, Master Yuan?" Yuan Zhisheng's expression did not change when he heard Caesar's words. He put out the cigarette between his fingers and slowly approached Caesar. His tone was calm but contained a hint of stubbornness: "Whether it's the head of the family or family affairs, no matter what it is... As long as it is the responsibility of the Sheqi Eight Clan, I will definitely do it." Caesar looked at him with a look of scrutiny and subtle approval. He shrugged slightly and said, "It seems that you are really ready to fight to the death with the White King." Yuan Zhisheng met Caesar's gaze and nodded gently: "The bloodline of the Sheqi Eight Clan was born from the White King. This land carries our glory and responsibility. Today, I stand here not for my own life or death, but for the survival of the Sheqi Eight Clan." Caesar stared at him, and after a moment of silence, he sneered, "You speak passionately, but I advise you not to let your passion get to your head. You should know that you are facing the White King, not an ordinary enemy. If you lose, not only you, but also the Eight Snake Clan and even the entire Tokyo may be destroyed."
"I know." Yuan Zhisheng's voice was low but firm as iron. "But even so, I can't back down. If the Sheqi Eight Clan doesn't even have this awareness, then what's the meaning of its existence?" Caesar raised his eyebrows slightly, and the smile on his lips seemed meaningful: "Interesting, Master Yuan, I think highly of you." Chu Zihang, who was standing next to them, listened to their conversation quietly and added coldly, "No matter what your family affairs are, when you are on the battlefield, you only have one goal, to kill the White King, no matter what the cost." "Okay, stop talking nonsense." The vice-principal's voice came from a distance. He strode to the front of the team, holding a modified heavy-fire rifle in his hand, and looked at everyone with great momentum. "Our goal is very clear. Stop the White King and buy time for that crazy old man Ange! If possible, just kill the dragon directly!" Caesar stood in the center of the team and glanced at the surrounding warriors with sharp and calm eyes. He could feel an invisible tension emanating from everyone, but underneath this tension was a determination to fight to the death with the White King. He raised the Desert Eagle in his hand and looked coldly at the distant night sky. The huge white figure was still hovering in the sky, and its golden pupils were like flames, which were particularly dazzling in the night. "Everyone..." Caesar's voice echoed in the night wind, clear and firm, "Today, what we have to do is not to escape, nor to wait, but to use our power to tell the White King that humans will never surrender!" "Come on, senior brother!" Xia Mi shouted beside her. She was a freshman who had just enrolled not long ago. The vice-president took pity on her and arranged her to stay with those nerds in the equipment department. As soon as he finished speaking, the people around him began to shout in low voices, and a hint of high fighting spirit was added to the tense atmosphere. "Let's go!" At the vice-principal's command, the team moved quickly. Finkel started the four-legged mecha, which emitted a low humming sound and started slowly. The huge steel body left deep marks on the ground. Caesar and Chu Zihang walked side by side at the front of the team, while Nono took the sniper team to occupy the commanding heights. Everything was ready. - Just as countless lightning bolts fell from the sky like a downpour, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of electricity, as if the whole world was about to collapse at this moment, Lu Mingfei stood in the center of the ruined square, looking up at the surging thunder, his face cold and calm, like a reef under the deep sea. No matter how fiercely the tsunami roared, he did not move at all. Lightning gathered madly, twisting its body like a silver snake, turning the entire sky into a horrifying deathly gray. Anyone who was within the range of the lightning would be overwhelmed by the earth-shattering pressure. However, Lu Mingfei just stood there, without a trace of hesitation in his dark pupils, as if all this was just a boring fireworks show. "Crack!" The first bolt of lightning struck, tearing a huge hole in the air, as if even space could not withstand such power. Immediately afterwards, countless lightning bolts followed closely, densely and overwhelmingly smashing towards Lu Mingfei. Each one was like the wrath of the gods taking shape, announcing the judgment on mortals. The thunder was about to engulf Lu Mingfei's figure and destroy everything, but at this critical moment, the lightning suddenly stopped in mid-air, as if frozen by an invisible force. Even the harsh sound of thunder stopped in an instant. In the dead silence, Lu Mingfei's calm voice rang out. His tone was calm, but it carried an unquestionable majesty: "Word Spirit: Indra's Wrath, canceled." These words were like an oracle. Before they were finished, the lightning in the sky seemed to have its souls sucked away. It turned into countless silver threads and quickly dissipated in the air. The terrifying pressure also disappeared. The entire sky became silent again, leaving only a few remaining arcs of lightning jumping in the air, and finally disappeared without a trace. In the ruins of the square, Lu Mingfei still stood quietly, his black windbreaker swaying slightly in the night breeze. He glanced at the sky coldly, as if the world-destroying thunder just now was just an untimely prank, and he just waved his hand to disperse it. "The battle between kings has always been a bloody fight with swords, not relying on words." Lu Mingfei continued. Seeing that his words were canceled, the man in fancy clothes was not shocked or angry, but laughed violently. "Hahahaha! I finally know who you are!" Hearing the laughter of the man in fancy clothes, Lu Mingfei frowned. The laughter of the man in fancy clothes gradually died down. There was still a sarcastic arc on the corner of his mouth. His tone was frivolous but with a hint of coldness: "Lu Mingfei, my goal of coming to Japan this time has been achieved. Now it's up to you." He raised his hand slightly and pointed into the distance. A huge dragon shadow appeared in the night sky in the distance. The huge body almost covered the sky and seemed to swallow the whole world. The silver-white scales shone coldly in the moonlight. Every time it flapped its wings, the air shook as if it was torn apart. "The adult White King... I hope you like it." There was a hint of sarcasm and mockery in the words of the man in gorgeous clothes. As soon as he finished speaking, his figure suddenly disappeared into the night, as if he had never appeared. Lu Mingfei's gaze remained on the same place, his eyes slightly narrowed, and the coldness on his face deepened. He did not chase after the disappearing man in fancy clothes, but turned his gaze to the huge dragon shadow as big as a mountain in the distance. "Brother, it looks like we've been set up." Lu Mingze's voice rang in Lu Mingfei's ears, faintly revealing a sense of vigilance, "The adult White King... this is going to be a bit troublesome." (End of this chapter)