Rudy and Tyrone

Chapter 39: Rudy and Tyrone

The next day!

Early in the morning, Zhao Nan left his room.

Just as Linley and the others were still getting used to Zhao Nan going out so early, they suddenly saw a black dragon, a hundred meters long, circling in the eastern sky.

The dragon circled in midair. Its eyes were like enormous wheels, and the black scales covering its massive body glinted with a chilling light. Its vast wings, stretching a hundred meters from tip to tip, beat gently but powerfully.

It was the magical beast known as the Black Dragon!

Black Dragons were among the most powerful magical beasts.

Ordinary Black Dragons were at least Level Nine, and gifted members of their kind could even reach the Saint level.

But the Black Dragon hovering over Wushan Town was naturally no Saint-level Magical Beast. It was merely a Level Nine Magical Beast.

Even so, it was no match for yesterday's Velociraptor.

Just like yesterday's Velociraptor, however, someone stood on its back.

The gray-robed man stood atop the Black Dragon's head, straight as a spear.

The man in gray wasn't paying any attention to Wushan Town. All his focus was on the green-robed middle-aged man standing in the air before the Black Dragon.

The middle-aged man in green stood with his hands behind his back, a long sword strapped to his back.

When Zhao Nan saw the two men, he recognized them as Tyrone, a Saint Warrior, and Rudy, a Saint-level Magus.

Zhao Nan knew all about the reason behind their conflict, but he had no intention of changing anything. After all, only if the two fought would Linley have a chance to form a bond with Bebe, the God-Eater Rat.

Only then would Zhao Nan be able to take Bebe as his disciple.

Zhao Nan felt that this was somewhat unfair to Bebe, but since he could later go to the Netherworld and bring back Bebe's parents' souls, it wasn't a big deal.

Besides, following him might be better than following Bebe's parents.

While Zhao Nan was lost in thought, Linley and the others began talking.

"Barker, does the fact that he can stand in midair mean he's a Saint-level powerhouse?"

Linley looked at Tyrone, the middle-aged man in green, and asked Barker curiously.

"Mm, that's right.

"Wind mages can use magic to float in midair, but that man is clearly a warrior.

"So he must be a Saint-level powerhouse."

When Hillman heard Linley and Barker talking, he came to his senses and hurriedly called out to everyone, "Get home, and hide inside!"

Hillman felt as though the past two days had been a dream.

Just yesterday, an Eighth-rank Magus had arrived. Zhao Nan had killed him in an instant, and now a Saint-level powerhouse had come.

Hillman didn't know Zhao Nan's exact strength. All he could do now was try his best to protect the people of Wushan Town from harm.

"Hillman, don't worry. It's nothing serious!"

Hearing Hillman's shout, Zhao Nan replied with a cheerful smile.

Zhao Nan's voice wasn't loud, but his words carried great force, calming Hillman's panicked heart.

But Hillman only felt calm for a moment before his worry returned.

After all, Tyrone was a Saint-level powerhouse, so Rudy, who was facing him, was clearly no ordinary person. He had to be a Saint-level powerhouse too.

If Zhao Nan wasn't afraid of one Saint, what about two?

Hillman was worried, but he said nothing. If Zhao Nan wasn't afraid of Saint-level powerhouses, his strength was naturally no ordinary thing.

Hadn't he killed an Eighth-rank Magus with a single move just yesterday?

How could someone like that be questioned by the likes of him?

Meanwhile, Linley, Ace, and the Bark Five Brothers were all overcome with excitement when they heard Zhao Nan's words.

That was their teacher!

Just as Linley and the others were getting excited, the two men above them made a move.

"Rudy! Don't push me too far!"

Tyrone suddenly shouted at Rudy, who stood atop the Black Dragon's head.

His shout shattered the intimidation brought on by the Level Nine Magical Beast.

Rudy heard Tyrone's words and frowned slightly. His cold voice rang out.

"Tyrone, since you're so stubborn, you leave me no choice."

As soon as Rudy said this, the Black Dragon roared, and bursts of black flame spewed from its mouth.

"Rudy, today I'll see just how powerful you Saint-level mages really are!"

Tyrone answered without holding back.

As the two spoke, the Black Dragon's flames shot straight toward Tyrone.

Battle aura surged around Tyrone, and green light kept the flames at bay. His long sword appeared in his hand in an instant, and he was about to swing it at Rudy.

"Gentlemen, is it really appropriate to start fighting on my turf without showing your host any respect?"

A clear voice reached Tyrone and Rudy just as Tyrone was about to attack.

Both men froze.

They stopped and turned toward the source of the voice.

Zhao Nan stood before them.

He wore blue robes, and his hair was tied up with a white jade hairpin.

He looked quite refined overall, but his youthful face left Tyrone and Rudy momentarily stunned.

"Who are you?"

As a Saint Warrior, and having just suffered a setback, Tyrone was the first to speak.

"Zhao Nan. A mage and a warrior."

Zhao Nan answered leisurely.

He had no intention of keeping a low profile. He didn't want to fall out with the two of them. Although he thought he could deal with two Saint-level powerhouses, it would be troublesome, so he revealed a little of his strength.

Sure enough, Zhao Nan's words shocked both Tyrone and Rudy.

They had already been astonished by his youthful face. He was far too young.

But hearing him say that he practiced both magic and battle techniques shocked them even more. At the same time, however, they felt relieved.

There was no helping it. In their minds, every genius had a limit.

Zhao Nan's youthful face told them he was still young.

If Zhao Nan had said he was only a warrior or only a mage, they would have been worried, thinking he might have some mysterious means.

Or that he might be stronger than them.

But since Zhao Nan said he practiced both magic and battle techniques, they naturally had no more reason to worry.

They simply assumed that Zhao Nan had only just reached the Saint level and, despite his youth, didn't know his own limits.