Chapter 315: Everything is false, everything is permitted

Monday.

During lunch break, Allen took a sandwich and juice and ate while walking around the campus.

Kevin followed him and boasted about how arrogant the gang his cousin was involved with was, and how even the police chief had to act like a grandson in front of the gang boss.

Alan wasn't interested in what he said.

However, when Kevin changed his tone to a mysterious one, claiming that the gang leader was proficient in Qigong, and when he used Qi, his flesh and blood became as hard as steel, and even bullets could not penetrate it...

Alan's heart moved, and he thought of the secret body-building techniques in the world of warlocks.

In the world of warlocks, having a physical body that can withstand bullets is nothing; it can be easily accomplished with low-level body-refining secrets.

However, in this magic-free world similar to Earth, do such secret techniques also exist?

"Kevin, are you making up stories again?"

"It's absolutely true, I swear!" Kevin seemed extremely excited. "Blocking bullets with the body is nothing. Uncle An, the leader of the Hong Clan, also knows oriental magic!"

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 circulating among the people, and he looks like a character in a martial arts novel.

Alan can accept that Uncle An is a martial arts master, but "Eastern Magic"... ?

"Kevin, do you believe this yourself?"

"Brother! Believe it or not! Just two months ago, a casino owned by Uncle An was set on fire by someone pouring gasoline on it. The entire building was on fire!"

"Uncle An went over to take a look, casually opened his folding fan, and chanted a spell. All the fire hydrants on the entire street exploded and automatically sprayed water towards the burning building, and the fire was quickly put out!"

Kevin said with a beaming face.

"If this isn't magic, then it can only be magic!"

Magic... 4th-ring "Control of Water"?

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

"No, that's not the case." Kevin scratched his head awkwardly, "My cousin said that at the dinner table."

Alan curled his lips and didn't ask any more questions.

I thought to myself that I might as well take some time to go into the city and pay a visit to the magical Uncle An that Kevin mentioned. Maybe I would get something out of it.

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

Alan followed his gaze.

Beside the open-air basketball court, there sat a group of men and women, who seemed to be Bruce and his followers.

"Honey! With your abilities, why do you still need to go to school? You can go to the UFC right now, become a big star, and make a lot of money!"

A hot black girl put her arm around Bruce and said in a flattering manner.

Bruce sneered and replied calmly:

"Those so-called 'fighting stars' in the Octagon are nothing but a bunch of sissies and are not worth mentioning in my eyes."

Amid the flattery of his followers, Bruce placed a cigarette between his lips and snapped his fingers.

Bang!

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

The followers exclaimed again, praising the amazing magic!

When Bruce heard the word "magic", he frowned, seeming to be quite disdainful of his follower's unfamiliarity.

The smoke rings that were exhaled floated in the wind, carrying a strong smell of marijuana.

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

They complained that the school was too indulgent towards Bruce because he was a so-called sports star and was allowed to openly smoke grass on campus.

Haha, I'm too lazy to comment on that.

What really concerned him was that the moment Bruce lit the fire, a strong fluctuation of fire element magic burst out from his fingertips.

That's not some "magic trick" or something like that, it's real magic!

How can Bruce call upon fire magic at will?

Alan suspected that this kid was related to the "Volcano Cult" mentioned by old man Morgan.

In his opinion, the giant beasts worshipped by the six major cults are most likely the six elemental subspecies of Behemoth .

Alan also has a bold guess.

If one wants to perfectly integrate the essence of the original Behemoth, one must find the six giant beasts and collect the blood essence of the six elemental Behemoths.

If you regard the original space you are in as a 100% realistic virtual life game, then collecting and integrating the blood essence of the six giant beasts is the main storyline.

The elemental cult that worships behemoths is a prerequisite for triggering the main storyline.

Alan was worried about not being able to find a clue, and Bruce, the key plot NPC, came to him on his own, which saved him a lot of trouble.

Touching his chin whose swelling had subsided, Alan walked straight towards Bruce and others.

"Hey! Yellow monkey, you look so arrogant!"

A henchman beside Bruce came forward with a sinister smile.

"What's the matter? Didn't I give you a good beating yesterday?"

Allen didn't look at him straight in the eye, and turned around to ask Kevin: "This person just cursed at me, and used strong racial slurs. Did you hear it?"

Kevin nodded hesitantly.

"I have the right to seek justice for the insults I have suffered."

"Kevin, turn on the camera mode on your phone and record the entire process of my self-defense."

"Huh?? Alan...you can't be serious?"

Kevin was confused.

Brother, aren't you asking for a beating by saying this in front of a bunch of hooligans?

"Listen to me, it's right."

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

"My friend, I'll give you one chance to apologize, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."

"Fuck you!!"

The gangster roared and pounced on him.

The next second, he was kicked back by Allen.

It rolled in the air, crossed half the basketball court, and finally crashed into the basketball hoop.

BANG!!

With a horrible crash, the basketball hoop flipped sideways.

The gangster curled up like a shrimp, holding his stomach, with bloody vomit spraying out of his nostrils and mouth.

Bruce's two followers jumped up hastily and surrounded Allen, cursing.

In the blink of an eye, they were kicked one after another, flew out of the field and fainted.

Another gangster suddenly pulled out a gun and pointed it at Allen, gritting his teeth.

Alan walked straight towards him.

Point your left index finger towards your forehead.

"Shoot! Shoot here!"

The gangster's hand holding the gun was shaking and cold sweat was oozing from his forehead.

As Allen approached, he couldn't help but step back.

Until his heel hit the sidelines, he stumbled and fell on the steps .

"Go to hell, bastard!"

The gangster howled and pulled the trigger.

The moment the bullet left the gun, Allen suddenly flew forward.

Jump over the bullet, glide in the air and punch down!

The gangster missed his shot and had no time to raise his gun and aim again.

I watched Alan swooping down like a bird of prey.

Unspeakable terror gripped his heart.

His eyes widened and he stopped thinking.

puff!!

The gangster's skull was blown apart by Allen's extremely ferocious "Superman Punch"!

Blood mixed with brain matter splattered three meters high.

The body fell backwards suddenly and rolled down the stairs.

Wherever they passed, there was blood and chaos.

The black girl in Bruce's arms was covered in blood.

He ran away screaming and crawling.

The bullet scar on Bruce's face twitched slightly.

He stood up pretending to be calm.

Suddenly he grabbed the sign beside him and threw it at Alan.

Alan stood there and high-fived.

The shock wave caused by the palm wind shattered the signboard.

The next moment, he and Bruce collided with each other.

The opponent's wrestling and throwing skills were indeed sophisticated, but given the huge gap in strength and speed, they were nothing but a joke.

Alan grabbed Bruce with one hand, threw him to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw, and then leaned over and punched him.

boom!!

A loud noise like an explosion resounded over the campus.

A huge pit appeared on the basketball court.

Radial cracks spread outward around the pits.

Alan followed up with a punch that was like a pile driver, hammering Bruce directly into the concrete floor like a human mosaic.

Bruce hasn't given up resisting yet.

While spitting out blood, he stretched out his right hand with difficulty, and blazing flames spurted out from his fingertips.

Alan had a sneer on his lips.

His body endured the raging flames without changing his expression.

Bruce's final counterattack failed to hurt him at all.

According to personal testing, the flames that spew out of Bruce's hands are as powerful as 1st level magic, similar to "Burning Hands".

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

But through this test, Allen confirmed one thing.

Those seemingly absurd words of old man Morgan are all true!

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

Bruce is an example.

Even though his power is still weak.

How did Bruce gain the power to manipulate fire?

Is he the member of the Volcano Cult that old man Morgan mentioned?

Out of curiosity, Alan dug Bruce out of the pit.

I plan to ask him these questions.

Unfortunately, this kid is too weak and is almost dead.

Alan had no choice but to call the school hospital and ask for an ambulance.

Turning around, I saw Kevin holding his cell phone, standing blankly at the side of the basketball court, a look of fear and confusion on his face.

“Dude, are you filming this?”

Alan asked him casually.

Kevin nodded repeatedly, but his trembling lips could not utter 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.

Another asked him to raise his hands above his head.

Allen felt that even with his physical fitness, he could not meet both of the above 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 fat white police officer, maybe because he was overly nervous or had taken too much drugs, roared and pulled the trigger before Alan could finish speaking.

Empty the magazine in one breath.

Sensing the vibration caused by the bullet tearing the air the moment it left the gun, Alan couldn't help but get angry.

Pushing forward with a palm like lightning!

boom!!

The palm force squeezes the air, forming a terrifying shock wave.

It deflected all the oncoming bullets, and also knocked two policemen and the police car away, rolling and bouncing on the ground like a ping-pong ball.

Alan looked at his palms.

In the previous attack, he was so angry that he couldn't help but relax the control of his strength and used half of his strength.

The palm force generated through the air reminded Alan of a move from a classic comic book - "Gong Palm Wave".

"If I use a quarter of my strength, I wonder if I can replicate the visual effects in the comics and destroy a building..."

Alan pondered.

Of course he knew that excessive defense and excessive violence were not good habits.

But it’s really cool!

More importantly, the first ancestor Behemoth is not the type of person who will swallow his anger in silence.

After beating up the campus thugs and smashing the police car, Alan felt refreshed after venting his anger.

At the same time, the origin fusion progress of the Ancestral Behemoth increased to 2%.

From this we can see that the ancestor Behemoth had a hot temper.

If you want to fight, fight; if you want to kill, kill; never let yourself be wronged!

This style of behavior is most to the liking of the ancestor Behemoth.

After knowing this, Alan felt relieved.

The two unfortunate police officers fell down with bloody heads and lay on the ground groaning.

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

Kevin followed closely behind him, holding his cell phone, his face flushed and his eyes full of fanaticism.

He knew that he was recording a big news that was bound to shock the entire Internet!

The desire for fame and a strong sense of mission prompted Kevin to follow his friends regardless of risks and faithfully record every crazy frame!

Allen plans to go to the police station to report the case and accuse him of being bullied at school.

Unfortunately, the police officers were very unfriendly to him and even used racially discriminatory language to insult him.

Alan felt very aggrieved.

He beat up all the police officers in the building.

They were beaten so hard that they ran away in panic.

Like a group of frightened quails, they scrambled to flee the police station building.

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

There was a roar of motors in the parking lot.

A police officer whose front teeth were knocked out by Allen seemed to be in a bad mood.

Regardless of everything, he started the police car and rushed straight towards Allen! !

Alan turned around calmly and raised his hand without panic.

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

The tires rubbed against the concrete, making a sharp squeaking sound.

The next second, Allen picked up the police car with one hand and threw it out of the parking lot like garbage.

Since it was the police car that attacked first, it can't be blamed on him acting in self-defense.

Alan walked around the parking lot.

They kicked each police car one by one and blew them up.

Before leaving the police station, Alan thought of his favorite classic comic.

With the thought of paying tribute, he took a deep breath, and from a distance of a hundred meters, he slapped the police station building in the air!

Boom! !

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

Under the astonished gaze of passers-by near and far, it was shattered and collapsed by Alan's palm from a distance.

The diffuse smoke and dust slowly dissipated.

The police station building has been reduced to ruins.

Even professional demolition companies using explosives may not be able to do it so perfectly.

Alan looked at the ruins of the police station building, and was quite satisfied with the attack that he had made using only 40% of his strength.

Reproducing "Gang Zhang Bo" in this way should not disgrace the original work, right?

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

Looking back on this day, was it worth it to make such a big fuss because of a quarrel on campus?

In the past, Alan would probably have hesitated.

Now that he is in the fictional world of the First Ancestral Behemoth, even if he blows the lid off, it won't really hurt anyone in reality.

Everything is false, everything is permitted.

Why not vent the rage in your heart?

What's more, only by making things bigger can the secret cult and the behemoth behind it be brought out as soon as possible and the "main storyline" be advanced.

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

Alan said to Kevin.

"Thank you for your hard work. There's a nice restaurant across the street. I'll treat you to lunch."

Kevin trotted over, shaking with excitement.

"Alan! My God! How did you suddenly become so powerful, like Superman!"

"Nothing, I just awakened the power I should have had."

Alan said lightly.

On the way to the restaurant, Kevin watched the entire video again and danced with excitement.

"Alan! Can you post the video online?"

Alan thought about it and told him he could.

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

"Dude! You're going to be famous. I bet you'll be a huge star that'll rock the entire internet tomorrow!"