"Then you're welcome to come back and continue to be our security guard."

Ivan smiled.

Bullseye looked at the young man's smile, as if he was infected, and he unconsciously smiled. Back to the wall.

"Don't get your hopes up too much, little ghost, I'm going to kill a terrifying being named Jinhe, but although the odds are not high, I like a challenge, because I will be happy when I succeed in killing someone stronger than me."

"Hmm..."

"That's right..."

Bullseye pulled out the second throwing knife, which had a bright red handle and was beautifully decorated.

He handed it to Ivan.

"This is a souvenir for you."

"Huh?"

Receiving it in his hand, Ivan weighed it, feeling that the bullseye's flying knife was very heavy, but the small one was heavier than expected.

"If I can't come back and see it, you'll remember me later."

"Hmm..."

"I'll wait for the headmaster to come, and then I'll leave."

"Understood."

Ivan looked left and right, it was too early, the students had not yet arrived.

Seeing that no one was around, he half-raised his throwing knife and stared at the blade, imagining flooding it with psionic energy.

This is a new technique he has learned in the past two months, object infusion.

The fingertips burst into a blue light, and the light gradually flowed to the blade and even the whole body as the handle of the knife was injected.

Eventually, the bright red handle of the knife was transformed into azure blue, and the blade was a little lighter in color, pale blue.

The psionic energy was still overflowing, and gradually, the hilt of the knife had cracked, and Ivan immediately withdrew his hand.

Bullseye watched the color of the flying knife in Ivan's hand change, and he was very surprised and a little incomprehensible.

"Magic?"

"Here you go."

Handing the knife back, Ivan said, "Souvenirs, it's better not to need them." ”

"What do you mean?"

"This flying knife is full of spiritual energy, and it will explode at any time."

"Be able to speak clearly... I didn't understand it at all. ”

He took the throwing knife from Ivan and studied it carefully.

"To put it simply, this throwing knife has become stronger and can explode, but its strength is limited... Because its small blade can only carry this spiritual ability. ”

"Incredible... Is this what you are capable of? ”

Bullseye strokes the slightly cool hilt with his thumb.

"Yes, this throwing knife, theoretically, hitting the target will trigger a small explosion, if my calculations are right."

"I think I'm in love with it."

"If you like it, it's a gift for you." Ivan smiled.

Bullseye really likes it, he knows the general ability of the next opponent, Jin Nai, with rough skin and thick flesh, amazing strength, only the neck is a weakness.

If he wanted to kill Jin He, he originally had only one way, to get as close as possible, and shoot his neck with a knife while Jin He's defense was weak, killing him with one blow, but the success rate was very low.

And now, according to Ivan, if the throwing knife will explode... That's a little more likely to be successful.

Bullseye decided to ask for details.

"Can this explosive knife be used repeatedly?"

"Theoretically, no, after the psychic energy inside explodes, if not for me nearby... The energy will gradually dissipate in the air, and you can't regather it, assuming you're Angel, and you can use it repeatedly. ”

"Is Angel the superboy at school?" Bullseye asked.

"Yes, he and I are the same type, just a little weaker than me."

"Can I learn your abilities?" Bullseye asked again.

"This has something to do with talent, hey! Will I teach you to learn? ”

"Haha, talent? Do you know why I gave myself the nickname Bullseye? Because my hit rate is close to 100%, this is not innate, it is acquired, I am a talented person! ”

"Ahem, then you get a pebble first, when to see it float up, it's considered a beginner."

Bullseye was stunned for a moment, looked at the pebbles that could be seen everywhere on the ground, his expression kept changing, and then he spoke.

"Thank you... I've got my way of fighting, forget it, but your gift is good. ”

Bullseye said, putting the knife in the bag around his waist.

"By the way, don't touch the knife too hard, because it triggers the explosion by a certain amount of touch pressure."

"Don't worry, I'm professional."