Monday.

During lunch break, Alan took a sandwich and juice and walked around the campus to eat.

Kevin follows him, bragging about how arrogant his cousin's gangsters are, and how much the police chief has to pretend to be a grandson in front of the gang bosses.

Alan wasn't interested in what he said.

However, when Kevin changed his mysterious tone, claiming that the gang's boss was proficient in qigong, and when he got lucky, his flesh and blood were as hard as a steel plate, and bullets couldn't penetrate it......

Allen's heart moved, and he thought of the alchemy secret art of the warlock world.

Carrying bullets in the flesh is nothing in the warlock world, and the low-level body refining secret method can be easily done.

However, in this earth-like demonless world, does this kind of secret technique also exist?

"Kevin, aren't you making up stories again?"

"Absolutely true, I swear!" Kevin looked extremely excited, "What is it to block bullets in the flesh, Uncle An, the boss of the Hong Gang, can also use Oriental Immortal Arts!" ”

The Hong Gang is the most powerful gang in the city's Chinatown, and most of its members are Asian.

Uncle An is said to be the current leader of the Hong Gang.

There are many stories about him in the market, like a character in martial arts.

Allen can accept that Uncle An is a martial arts master, but ...... "Oriental Immortal Technique"?

"Kevin, do you believe that?"

"Brother! Believe it or not! Just two months ago, a casino under Uncle An's name was set on fire by pouring gasoline on it, and the entire building was on fire! ”

"Uncle An went over to take a look, opened the folding fan casually, and recited a mantra, and the fire hydrants of the entire street burst open, automatically spraying water into the burning building, and the fire was quickly extinguished!"

Kevin's eyebrows fluttered.

"If it's not immortal magic, then it can only be magic!"

Magic...... Does the 4 rings "manipulate water bodies"?

Alan thought for a moment and asked Kevin, "Did you see this with your own eyes?" ”

"Not really." Kevin scratched his head in embarrassment, "It's my cousin who said it at the wine table." ”

Alan tugged at the corners of his mouth and didn't inquire again.

I thought in my heart, I might as well take a trip to the city and visit the magical Uncle An in Kevin's mouth, maybe there will be a harvest.

While he was thinking about it, Kevin suddenly tugged at his sleeve, looking nervous.

Alan followed his gaze.

On the edge of the open-air basketball court, a group of men and women sat what seemed to be Bruce and his henchmen.

"My dear! With your ability, what else are you going to study? Now you can go to the UFC, become a big star, and make a lot of money! ”

A black girl with a hot body, holding Bruce's arm, said with a flattering face.

Bruce sneered and replied lightly:

"Those so-called 'stars' in the octagon are just a bunch of sissies, and they don't deserve anything in my eyes."

In the midst of the cheers of his attendants, Bruce took a cigarette in his mouth, raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Syllable!

A flash of fire erupted from his fingertips, lighting the cigarette butt.

The attendant exclaimed again, admiring the powerful magic!

Bruce frowned when he heard the word "magic", and seemed to be quite disdainful of the rarity and strangeness of his followers.

The smoke rings that were spit out were carried by the wind, with a strong smell of marijuana.

Kevin scolded in a low voice, "Don't eat sour radish"!

complained that the school was too indulgent to Bruce, just because he was a so-called sports star, and he didn't care about public grass on campus.

Ha grass or something, Alan is too lazy to evaluate.

What really made him care was the moment Bruce ignited the fire, and his fingertips burst out with strong fluctuations of fire elemental magic.

It's not "magic" or something like that, it's real magic!

How could Bruce invoke fire magic at will?

Alan suspects that this kid has something to do with what Old Man Morgan called Volcanic Esoteric Religion.

In his opinion, the behemoths worshipped by the six esoteric sects were likely to be the six elemental subspecies of the Behemoths.

Alan also had a bold conjecture.

If you want to perfectly fuse the origin of the ancestor Beamon, you must find the six giant beasts and collect the bloodline essence of the six elements Beamon.

If you regard the origin space you are in as a virtual life game with 100% realism, then collecting and fusing the bloodline essence of the six giant beasts is the main plot.

The Elemental Esoteric Cult, which worships giant beasts, is a prerequisite for triggering the main story.

Alan was worried that he couldn't find a clue, and Bruce, a key plot NPC, sent it to the door by himself, which saved trouble.

Touching his jaw, which had been swollen, Alan walked straight towards Bruce and the others.

"Hey! Yellow-skinned monkey, your eyes are very arrogant! ”

One of Bruce's henchmen greeted him with a sinister smile.

"What's the matter, I didn't beat you up yesterday, did I?"

Alan didn't look at him squarely, turned around and asked Kevin, "Did you hear this person who just scolded me and used swear words with strong racist overtones?" ”

Kevin nodded hesitantly.

"I have the right to get justice for the insult I have suffered."

"Kevin, turn on the shooting mode of your phone and record the whole process of my legitimate defense."

"Huh?? Allan...... You're not serious, are you? ”

Kevin was stunned.

Saying such things in front of a bunch of thugs, brother, aren't you begging for a beating?

"Listen to me, yes."

Alan patted Kevin on the shoulder and turned to face the thugs.

"Friend, give you a chance to apologize, otherwise don't blame me for being unkind."

"Nima!!"

The thugs roared and pounced.

In the next second, he was kicked back by Allen.

Volleyed in the air, slashed across half of the basketball court, and finally crashed into the basketball hoop.

Boom!!

With a terrifying crash, the basketball hoop flipped on its side.

The thugs huddled like shrimp with their stomachs in their arms, their nostrils and mouths spurting bloody vomit.

Bruce's two henchmen hurriedly jumped up and besieged Allen with a curse.

In the blink of an eye, he was kicked one by one, flew out of the field, and passed out.

Another thug suddenly pulled out a pistol and pointed it at Allen, gritting his teeth.

Alan walked straight to him.

The index finger of your left hand is pointed at your forehead.

"Shoot! Hit here! ”

The thug's hand holding the gun was trembling, and cold sweat was oozing from his forehead.

As Alan approached, he involuntarily backed away.

Until his heel hit the audience on the sidelines, tripped and stumbled on the steps.

"Die! Bastard!! ”

The thug howled and pulled the trigger.

The moment the bullet came out, Eren suddenly flew forward.

Leap over bullets, slide through the air and smash down with a punch!

The thugs shot empty, and they didn't have time to raise their guns to re-aim.

Watching Allen's figure pounce down like a bird of prey.

Unspeakable horror tugged at his heart.

His eyes widened, and he stopped thinking.

Burst!!

The skull of the gangster was blasted alive by Allen's ferocious "Superman Fist"!

Blood mixed with brain plasma, splashing three meters high.

The corpse fell backwards and rolled down the stairs.

Everywhere we passed, there was a bloody mess.

The black girl in Bruce's arms was splashed with blood.

Screaming and crawling away.

The bullet scar on Bruce's face, twitching slightly.

Pretending to be calm, he stood up.

Suddenly, he grabbed the sign next to him and threw it at Allen.

Alan stood still, high-fived in the air.

The shock wave stirred up by the palm wind shattered the sign.

In the next moment, he and Bruce had collided.

The opponent's throwing skills are undoubtedly skillful, but the disparity in strength and speed is nothing more than a joke.

Alan grabbed Bruce with one hand, slammed him to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw, and then leaned down to deliver a punch.

Rumble!!

The explosion was loud and loud, and it reverberated over the campus.

On the basketball court, there is a huge pit.

Radial crack marks that spread outward around the pit.

Alan chases the ground with a punch, like a piledriver, ramming Bruce directly into the concrete floor, like a humanoid mosaic.

Bruce hadn't given up resisting.

While vomiting blood, he stretched out his right hand with difficulty, and his fingertips erupted with blazing flames.

A sneer hung on Alan's lips.

The flesh is hard to carry the flame spray, and the face does not change color.

Bruce's final counterattack failed to hurt him in the slightest.

According to personal testing, the power of the flames spewed out of Bruce's hand is equivalent to 1 ring of magic, similar to the "flaming hand".

Of course, this level of fire attack can't penetrate Allen's 7th level fire resistance.

But with this test, Alan confirmed one thing.

Old man Morgan's seemingly absurd words are true!

There are indeed supernatural powers in this world, and there are people who can manipulate elemental magic.

Bruce is a case in point.

Although his strength is still weak.

How did Bruce gain the power to manipulate fire?

Is it a member of the Volcanic Esoteric Sect that Old Man Morgan said?

Intrigued, Alan digs Bruce out of the pit.

I was going to ask him about these questions.

It's a pity that this kid is too unbeaten, and he is about to die.

Alan had to call the school hospital and call an ambulance.

Turning around, I saw Kevin holding up his phone, standing on the edge of the basketball court in a daze, his face mixed with horror and confusion.

"Man, are you shooting?"

Alan asked him casually.

Kevin nodded repeatedly, but his trembling lips couldn't say a word.

Ambulances and police cars appeared on campus at the same time.

Two policemen jumped out of the police car, one black and one white, one thin and one fat, pointing guns at Allen.

One asked him to lie on all fours and not move.

The other asked him to raise his hands above his head.

Alan felt that even with his own physical fitness, he could not meet the above two requirements at the same time.

He wanted to remind the two officers that it was too early for humanity to carry out such contradictory orders.

The white fat officer, I don't know if it was nervous or big, roared and pulled the trigger without waiting for Alan to finish speaking.

Empty the magazine in one go.

Sensing the fluctuations caused by the moment the bullet came out of the chamber and tore through the air, Allen couldn't help but feel a fire in his heart.

Push forward with a palm!

Rumble!!

The palm squeezes the air, creating a terrifying shock wave.

Bounce off all the bullets that come at you, and by the way, the two policemen and the police car will be lifted off together, like a ping pong ball, rolling and bouncing on the ground.

Alan looked at his palm.

The blow just now, annoyed, couldn't help but relax the restraint on the strength and used two points of force.

The palm power inspired in the air reminded Alan of a trick in a classic comic book - "just palm wave".

"If I use four parts, I don't know if I can replicate the visuals in the comics and destroy a building......"

Alan pondered.

Of course, he knew that excessive defensiveness and indiscriminate use of violence were not good habits.

But it's really cool!

What's more, the ancestor Beamon is not a reluctant character.

beat up the campus gangsters, smashed the police car by the way, and after venting, Alan was refreshed.

At the same time, the progress of Ancestor Beamon's Origin Fusion increased to 2%.

It can be seen that the ancestor Beamon has a fiery temper.

Fight if you want, kill if you want, and never wronged yourself!

This style of doing things is most in line with the appetite of the ancestor Beamon.

Knowing this, Alan has a score in his heart.

The two unlucky police officers, whose heads were broken and bleeding, lay on the ground humming and chirping.

Alan stepped over them and walked out of the school gate, where his next destination was the police station.

Kevin held up his phone and chased after him, his face flushed and his eyes full of frenzied brilliance.

He knew that he was recording a big news that was destined to cause a sensation on the Internet!

The desire to become famous, as well as a strong sense of mission, prompted Kevin to follow his friends regardless of the risks and faithfully record every crazy frame!

Alan plans to go to the police station to report the bullying he has suffered.

Unfortunately, the police officers were very unfriendly to him and even insulted him with allegedly racist language.

Alan felt very aggrieved.

He beat up all the police officers in the building.

They were beaten and scurried.

Like a flock of frightened quails, scrambling to flee the police station building.

Alan was the last to walk out of the police station gate.

A motor roared from the parking lot.

A police officer who was knocked out of his front tooth by Allen seemed to have a small emotion.

Desperate, start the police car and go straight to Allen and crash over!!

Alan turned around calmly and raised his hand unhurriedly.

A middle finger is pressed against the bumper of the police car, forcing the police car to brake on the spot.

The tires rubbed against the concrete floor, making a piercing squeak.

In the next second, the police car was lifted up by Allen with one hand, like throwing garbage, and thrown out of the parking lot.

Since it was the police car that made the first move, it is no wonder that he was justified in defense.

Alan walked around the parking lot.

kicked one by one, kicking all the police cars away.

Before leaving the police station, Alan remembered the classic comic he liked very much.

With the idea of salutation, I took a deep breath, separated by a hundred meters, and threw a palm into the air towards the police station building!

Bang!!

The towering buildings seem to have been hit by an earthquake.

Just under the stunned gaze of passers-by near and far, he was smashed apart by Allen's palm in the air, and collapsed.

The smoke and dust slowly dissipated.

The police station building has been reduced to rubble.

Even a professional demolition company may not be able to do it so perfectly with explosives.

Alan looked at the ruins of the police station building, and was quite satisfied with the blow of his four successes.

Reproducing "Gang Palm Wave" in this way shouldn't insult the original work, right?

Destroying the police station building increased the integration progress by another 1%.

Looking back on this day, is it worth it to make such a big deal because of the quarrel on campus?

In the past, Alan would have hesitated.

Now in the fictional world of the ancestor Beamon, even if he pierces the sky, he will not really hurt anyone in reality.

All things are false, and all things are allowed.

Let off steam out your fury and why not?

What's more, only by making things big can we bring out the Esoteric Sect and the giant beasts behind it as soon as possible and advance the "main plot".

"That's all for today's extracurricular activities."

Alan said to Kevin.

"Thank you, there's a nice restaurant across the street, I'll treat you for lunch."

Kevin trotted all the way over, trembling with excitement.

"Alan! My God! How did you suddenly become so powerful, it's like Superman! ”

"It's nothing, it's just an awakening of the power that should have been."

Alan said lightly.

On the way to the restaurant, Kevin watched the video again, dancing excitedly.

"Alan! Can I post the video online? ”

Alan thought about it for a moment and told him he could.

If you want to make things bigger, the Internet is the most efficient communication channel.

"Dude! You're going to be famous, and I bet you'll be a big star tomorrow! ”

Kevin shouted excitedly, skillfully fiddling with his phone and posting the video to all the popular websites.

……

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(End of chapter)