"Come to think of it, what form is this?"
Caesar stared at Chu Zihang, his gaze carrying scrutiny, surprise, and just a trace—only a trace—of well-hidden envy.
He had seen plenty of things. It was not the first time the Lionheart Society president had displayed his strength before him. But this Chu Zihang no longer seemed much like the Chu Zihang he knew.
Fine dragon scales covered his entire body, his golden eyes blazed brilliantly, and his limbs were thick and knobby—he was clearly a humanoid dragon.
"Blood Rage. A secret art of the Lionheart Society," Chu Zihang explained evenly. "It's extremely dangerous. The school forbids anyone from studying it. I figured it out on my own."
Caesar opened his mouth but said nothing.
Nearby, Minamoto Chisaki took a vial from his pocket.
A Dragon Blood serum. It was an inheritance left behind by "Dad." He did not know whether he would need it; before setting out, he had simply tucked it into his pocket as if possessed. Perhaps because a voice deep within him had kept saying—when facing a fated final battle, anything might come in handy.
He plunged the needle into the side of his neck and pushed the plunger all the way down.
Then he began to change.
The transformation made even Chu Zihang's Blood Rage seem mild.
Minamoto Chisaki's body began to swell. His muscles knotted like the roots of ancient trees, his tendons bulged like twisted Steel Cables. Every inch of his skin proclaimed to the world the astonishing power contained within that body.
Pale dragon scales pushed out from beneath his skin, seemingly identical to those of the Nine-Headed Serpent. In the firelight, they shone a captivating gold-red, as though he were draped in gold-red brocade.
Slender bones burst free from the flesh of