Rudeus and Tyrone

Chapter 39: Rudeus and Tyrone

The next day!

In the early morning, Zhao Nan stepped out of his room quite early.

Just as Linley and the others were still feeling unaccustomed to Zhao Nan heading out so early, they suddenly saw a black dragon, a full hundred meters long, winding and coiling in the sky to the east.

The giant dragon circled in mid-air, its eyes like massive carriage wheels. Every black scale on its colossal body shimmered with a chilling, cold light, and its pair of enormous wings, spanning a hundred meters when spread, flapped with powerful, rhythmic force.

It was the magical beast, the Black Dragon!

Among magical beasts, the Black Dragon is considered a top-tier powerhouse.

Generally, the weakest Black Dragon is at least a ninth-rank powerhouse, and those with exceptional innate talent can even reach the Saint-level.

However, the Black Dragon currently above Wushan Town was naturally not a Saint-level magical beast; it was merely a ninth-rank one.

Even so, this Black Dragon was not something the Velociraptor from yesterday could compare to.

But likewise, just like the Velociraptor from yesterday, there was a person standing on its back.

This person wore grey robes and stood atop the Black Dragon's head as straight as a javelin.

The grey-robed man was not paying any attention to the situation in Wushan Town; all his focus was concentrated on a middle-aged man in green robes hovering in the air before the Black Dragon.

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

Upon seeing the two, Zhao Nan understood that these men were the Saint-level warrior Tyrone and the Saint-level magus Rudeus.

Zhao Nan knew the reason for their conflict in great detail, but he had no intention of changing anything. After all, only by letting them fight would Linley have the chance to form a bond with the God-Eater Rat Bebe.

Only in this way could he take Bebe as his disciple.

Although Zhao Nan felt that doing this was a bit unfair to Bebe, he could always go to the Underworld later to retrieve the souls of its parents, so it wasn't a major issue.

What's more, following him might even be better than following its parents.

Just as Zhao Nan was pondering this, Linley and the others began to speak one after another.

"Barker, the fact that he can stand in mid-air—does that mean that man is a Saint-level powerhouse?"

Linley looked at the green-robed middle-aged man, Tyrone, and asked Barker with a curious expression.

"Hmm, that's right.

Although wind-style magi also possess magic that allows them to float in mid-air, that man is clearly a warrior.

Therefore, he must be a Saint-level powerhouse."

Hillman, hearing the conversation between Linley and Barker, snapped back to reality and hurriedly shouted to the group: "Quickly, go home! Get inside and hide!"

At this moment, Hillman felt as if the events of the past two days were like a dream.

Yesterday, an eighth-rank powerhouse had arrived, and although he was instantly wiped out by Zhao Nan, today, a Saint-level powerhouse had actually appeared.

Hillman did not know the specifics of Zhao Nan's strength; at this moment, he only wanted to do his best to ensure the residents of Wushan Town suffered as little harm as possible.

"Hillman, don't worry, it's nothing major!"

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

Zhao Nan's voice was not loud, but his words were filled with such power that Hillman's initially panicked mind settled down.

However, Hillman's composure only lasted for a fleeting moment before it tightened once again.

After all, Tyrone was a Saint-level powerhouse, and Rudeus, who was confronting him, was clearly no ordinary person either—at the very least, he was also a Saint-level powerhouse.

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

But Hillman only kept his worries to himself and did not speak further. After all, if the other party could be unafraid of Saint-level powerhouses, his strength was naturally not that of an ordinary existence.

Had he not seen him wipe out an eighth-rank magus with a single move yesterday?

Such an existence was not something he could question.

At the same time, after hearing Zhao Nan's words, Linley, Ace, and the five Barker brothers couldn't help but feel excited.

This was their teacher!

Just as Linley and the others were feeling stirred, movement came from the two figures above.

"Rudeus! Don't you go too far!"

Tyrone suddenly shouted at Rudeus, who was standing on the Black Dragon's head.

This explosive shout shattered the intimidation brought by the ninth-rank magical beast.

Hearing Tyrone's words, Rudeus frowned slightly, and a cold voice emerged from his lips.

"Tyrone, since you are so stubborn, then don't blame me."

As soon as Rudeus finished speaking, the Black Dragon let out a furious roar, and it spat out streaks of black flame from its mouth.

"Rudeus, today I shall see just how powerful you, a Saint-level magus, truly are!"

Hearing this, Tyrone spoke without the slightest bit of courtesy.

And just as the two were speaking, the Black Dragon's flames surged directly toward Tyrone.

Battle aura surged from Tyrone's body, a green radiance shielding him from the flames as his longsword instantly appeared in his hand, ready to strike down at Rudeus.

"I say, you two, isn't it a bit disrespectful to start a fight on my turf without giving me, the host, any face?"

Just as Tyrone was about to attack, a clear, resonant voice reached the ears of both Tyrone and Rudeus.

This caused the movements of both Tyrone and Rudeus to falter simultaneously.

The two then ceased their actions and turned their heads toward the direction of the voice.

What met their eyes was none other than Zhao Nan.

Zhao Nan was dressed in green robes, his hair tied up with a white jade hairpin.

He carried an air of elegance, but the slightly youthful appearance of his face left both Tyrone and Rudeus stunned.

"Who are you?"

As a Saint-level warrior who had just suffered a setback, Tyrone was the first to speak.

"Zhao Nan, a mage and a warrior."

Zhao Nan spoke in a leisurely tone.

Zhao Nan had no intention of keeping a low profile at this moment, as he did not want to have a falling out with the two; although he felt he could handle two Saint-level powerhouses, it would be quite troublesome, so he spoke up to reveal a glimpse of his strength.

Sure enough, the moment Zhao Nan said this, both Tyrone and Rudeus were shocked to their cores.

Initially, seeing Zhao Nan's youthful face had already startled them, as he was simply too young.

But now, hearing Zhao Nan claim to be a dual practitioner of magic and martial arts, their shock deepened, yet at the same time, they felt a sense of relief.

There was no helping it; in their understanding, every genius had their limits.

Zhao Nan's youthful face had already told them that he was still very young.

If Zhao Nan had claimed to be purely a warrior or a mage, the two would have been worried, fearing that the other party possessed some mysterious trump card.

Or perhaps that his strength was even greater than their own.

But since Zhao Nan claimed to be a dual practitioner of magic and martial arts, they naturally ceased to worry.

In their hearts, they simply concluded that Zhao Nan had just reached the Saint-level and, being young, was somewhat ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth.