Dragon Clan, First Word of Power: Gojo Satoru

Chapter 3 Cold Golden Eyes

The swift and sharp blade slashed out with each step Su An took, its killing intent almost tangible.

With a folding knife as light as a swallow, Angers danced gracefully around Suan, elegantly dodging every attack.

The next instant, Angers vanished.

An elaborate folding knife suddenly appeared from behind Su An, piercing straight towards his heart.

Su An didn't even glance at Angers' attack, and quickly retreated, actually charging straight at the folding knife, using his flesh and blood to directly confront the sharp blade.

Angers exclaimed in surprise. He only wanted to test the young genius's abilities, but never intended for Su An to get hurt.

He raised his aged but powerful hand slightly behind him, instinctively wanting to withdraw his knife.

But the sensation from the knife made his face show shock.

Space was frozen by an unknown force, his sword was trapped in an invisible barrier and could not move, his trusted speed failed for the first time, and he had tried his best but still to little avail!

Su An had turned around at some point, his hand firmly gripping the folding knife, yet there was no blood on his palm. The folding knife resembled a hollow egg yolk encased in an eggshell; an invisible, viscous space in Su An's hand trapped this infamous folding knife.

While subduing Angers' knife, Su An simultaneously gripped a fruit knife and lunged at Angers, his target also being his heart!

In a split second, Angers flexed his muscles and tried to pull out the folding knife several times, but couldn't.

He stared into Su An's blue eyes, his gaze becoming serious for the first time.

The candlelight blazed brightly, and the old man roared, imbuing his physical body with the domain of zero time.

Everything slowed down, except for the old man, who continued to move at the same pace. He gripped the folding knife handle and pulled it back sharply, then his expression of shock reappeared.

What kind of power is it that makes it impossible to pull out even with zero time acceleration?

Moreover, Su An's sword speed was unexpectedly fast. Even though it was slowed down countless times within the domain, a subtle attraction pulled the boy's sword to accelerate wildly. Even a third-generation monster might not be able to gain the upper hand with this strike.

If you get poked, you'll bleed a lot.

Angers exclaimed in admiration as he released the folding knife and then deactivated the domain.

Clap clap clap.

Su An turned around, but the old man was no longer in the same place.

He appeared a few steps away without anyone noticing, clapping his hands, his golden eyes filled with admiration for Su An.

Su An looked down and saw that the old man had given up the folding knife and left it in Su An's strange domain.

Angers stared intently into Su An's blue eyes, as if looking at a priceless piece of jade.

"Sharp senses, ruthless fighting style, and near-unbeatable verbal abilities—truly a genius!"

"The old man is right."

Gojo Satoru nodded. He had been watching everything from Angers's attack to Suan's counterattack.

Even in his world, a world teeming with sorcerers, Su An's achievements would certainly not be low.

"What a fierce and beautiful sword swing!"

Gojo Satoru's lips curled into a wild smile:

"That old man is quite strong; it's impressive that he's managed to stay this long."

Su An stared at Gojo Satoru in confusion, muttering to himself. Angers, seemingly oblivious to the white-haired phantom, looked past the ghost and gently asked Su An, "Could you give me a minute to explain all this?"

Su An shook his head.

"What trust can there be between enemies who stab each other in the heart?"

Angers was about to explain when Su An shook his head again.

"Your golden eyes have returned to their normal color, and the flow of qi and blood in your body has slowed down. Unlike your previous state, when you were like a ferocious lion, you now finally look more like an elderly person of your age."

Angers asked, both amused and exasperated:

"What should elderly people in this age group be like?"

Su Anlan stared silently into Angers' eyes; the old man's pupils were a cold, icy blue. There was no fear of death within that icy blue—how terrifying was that?

As people gradually approach old age, whether they like it or not, they will inevitably have to face death. The imagery of death will turn into a heavy sense of weariness, accumulating little by little deep in their eyes. But Su An couldn't find this sense of weariness in Angers. This old man was like a spirited lion, without any hint of impending death, neither weariness nor fear. He was more like a machine that had a pre-set path and was tirelessly moving forward.

Lost in thought, Su An said, "You seem to have been abandoned by death. There's no fear in your eyes. Even when I stabbed you with a knife just now, you only became more excited. Since I can't defeat a fearless madman, why not give him a chance to explain?"

"That's great, I'll cherish this opportunity."

Angers smiled apologetically and pulled a box of injections from his pocket.

He deftly combined the needle with the syringe, then said, "This is the antidote."

While Su An was completely bewildered, Angers crouched down and rummaged through the wreckage of the medical kit. After a long while, he excitedly pulled out a crimson bullet. He showed the bullet to Su An from all angles and began to explain it vividly, as if giving a report:

"These bullets are called Frigg bullets. When they hit a target, they quickly shatter and vaporize, causing no real harm, but leaving a blood-like residue. They contain a trace amount of anesthetic, which can instantly render someone unconscious. Hybrids like us with superior bloodlines are more susceptible to Frigg bullets."

"A hybrid? Us?" Su An asked, puzzled.

Angers did not answer immediately. He lifted the assembled syringe and poked it into Tasia on the ground.

Just three seconds later, to Su An's astonishment, the corpse on the ground, which should have been dead, burst into violent coughing.

Tasia opened her eyes in confusion, and after a burst of dazzling light, she finally saw Angers clearly.

"Cough cough cough... Principal...?"

Angers raised Frigg's bullet and stared intently at the awakened Tasia:

"Why use guns for the new student orientation mission? Have you forgotten the operations manual of the Execution Department?"

Tasia glanced at Su An with a shifty look, then bit her lower lip slightly.

"It was Frost's idea. I received an email from him before I left. He asked me to use Frigga's bullets to test Suan's bloodline and Word of Power..."

"That's how Frost always is; he always calculates everything meticulously."

Anger flashed in Angers' golden eyes, his voice low and menacing: "Su An hasn't even set foot in our world yet, and he's already defeated an A-level specialist! How can such a genius be shot by his own countrymen!"

"What exactly do these strange terms—'words of power,' 'bloodline,' and 'school board'—mean?"

Su An couldn't take it anymore. Ever since that nurse came in and fired a shot, everyone had started talking nonsense and acting strangely, as if it was illegal to fully describe a situation in this hospital room. He was fed up with the Riddler. Riddler, get out of Gotham!

Angers still didn't explain immediately. Just as Su An was about to curse, the pistol on the ground appeared in Angers' hand at some point!

Angers loaded the crimson bullets into the magazine, inserted the magazine into the stock, aimed the muzzle at Tasia, and pulled the trigger—Bang!

All the movements were executed in one smooth motion, and the bullets were fired at high speed, blasting Tasia into a bloody mess.

She was finally awakened by the antidote, but after being shot in the head by the kind-hearted principal, she collapsed and died again.

"Haha, young people really do have good sleep quality."