Gluttonous Warlock

Chapter 317 All things are false, all things are allowed

Monday.

During the lunch break, Allen walked around the campus with sandwiches and juice and ate them.

Kevin followed him, bragging about how aggressive his cousin's gang was, and the police chief had to pretend to be his grandson in front of the gang boss.

Allen was not 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 had luck, his flesh and blood were as hard as steel plates and bullets could not penetrate them...

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

Carrying bullets with one's own body is nothing in the world of warlocks, 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 looked extremely excited, "What's the point of blocking bullets with the body, Uncle An, the boss of the Hong Gang, can also know the Eastern Immortal Art!"

The Hong Gang is the most powerful gang in Chinatown in the city, 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 in the market, just like a character in a martial arts novel.

Allen can accept that Uncle An is a master of martial arts, but "Oriental Immortal Art"...?
"Kevin, do you believe this?"

"Brother! Believe it or not! Just two months ago, a casino owned by Uncle An was doused with gasoline and set on fire. The whole building burned down!"

"Uncle An went over to take a look, opened the folding fan casually, and chanted a mantra. All the fire hydrants in the whole street burst, and they automatically sprayed water on the burning building, and quickly extinguished the fire!"

Kevin said happily.

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

Magic... 4th level "manipulation of water bodies"?

Allen thought for a while, and asked Kevin: "Did you witness this incident with your own eyes?"

"That's not true." Kevin scratched his head in embarrassment, "My cousin said it at the wine table."

Allen twitched the corner of his mouth and didn't ask any more.

Thinking in my heart, I might as well take a trip to the city when I have time, and visit the magical Uncle An that Kevin said, maybe there will be something rewarding.

While thinking, Kevin suddenly tugged on his sleeve, looking nervous.

Allen followed his gaze and looked over.

There was a group of men and women sitting by the open-air basketball court, who seemed to be Bruce and his followers.

"Honey! With your ability, what else do you need to learn? You can go to UFC now, become a big star, and earn a lot of money!"

A black girl with a hot body put her arms around Bruce's arms and said flatteringly.

Bruce sneered, and replied lightly:
"Those so-called 'fight stars' in the Octagon are nothing more than a bunch of sissies, not worth mentioning in my eyes."

Amid the compliments from his followers, Bruce took a cigarette in his mouth, raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Snapped!
A flame burst out from the fingertips and lit the cigarette butt.

The attendant exclaimed again, admiring the amazing magic trick!

Bruce frowned when he heard the word "magic", as if he was quite disdainful of the rareness of the followers.

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

Kevin cursed in a low voice, "Don't eat the sour radish!"
Complaining that the school indulges Bruce too much, because he is a so-called sports star, and he doesn't care about it publicly on campus.

Ha Cao or something, Allen didn't bother to comment.

What really caught his attention was the moment Bruce ignited the fire, and the strong fluctuations of fire elemental magic power burst out from his fingertips.

That is not a blindfold like "magic", but real magic!
How could Bruce use the magic power of the fire department at will?

Allen suspected that this kid had something to do with the "Volcano Esotericism" that old Morgan said.

In his opinion, the giant beasts worshiped by the six esoteric cults are probably the six elemental subspecies of the Behemoth.

Allen also has a bold guess.

If you want to perfectly integrate the origin of the ancestor Beamon, you must find the six giant beasts and gather the blood essence of the six elements Beamon.

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

The elemental secret religion that worships giant beasts is a prerequisite for triggering the main storyline.

Allen was worried that he couldn't find a clue. Bruce, a key plot NPC, came to his door by himself, which saved trouble.

Touching the swollen chin, Allen walked straight towards Bruce and the others.

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

A follower next to Bruce greeted him with a grim smile.

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

Allen didn't look at him directly, and turned to Kevin, "This man scolded me just now and used strong racially discriminatory swear words, did you hear that?"

Kevin nodded hesitantly.

"I have the right to seek justice for the insult I have received."

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

"Huh?? Allen... you're not serious, are you?"

Kevin was dumbfounded.

Saying this in front of a group of gangsters, brother, aren't you asking for a beating?
"Listen to me, that's right."

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

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

"Go to Nima!!"

The gangster roared and lunged forward.

In the next second, Allen kicked back.

Rolled in the air, crossed half of the basketball court, and finally hit the basketball hoop.

Bang! !

Amidst the terrifying impact, the basketball hoop flipped over.

The little gangster hugged his stomach and curled up like a shrimp, his nostrils and mouth were spraying bloody vomit.

Bruce's two followers jumped up in a hurry and besieged Allen cursingly.

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

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

Allen walked straight to meet him.

The index finger of the left hand points to his forehead.

"Shoot! Shoot here!"

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

As Allen approached step by step, he backed away involuntarily.

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

"Go to hell you bastard!!"

The punk howled and pulled the trigger.

The moment the bullet was ejected, Allen suddenly swooped forward.

Leap over bullets, and punch them down while gliding through the air!

The little gangster missed with one shot, and had no time to raise the gun to re-aim.

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

Unspeakable terror gripped his heart.

His eyes widened and he stopped thinking.

puff! !

The little gangster's skull was blown away by Allen's fierce "Superman Punch"!
Blood mixed with brain matter, splashed three meters high.

The corpse suddenly fell backwards, rolling along the stairs.

Wherever they passed, there was a bloody mess.

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

Screaming and running away.

The bullet scar on Bruce's face twitched slightly.

Standing up pretending to be calm.

Suddenly grabbed the sign beside him and threw it at Allen.

Allen stood where he was and clapped his hands in the air.

The shock wave aroused by the palm wind shattered the notice board.

The next moment, he and Bruce had collided.

The opponent's throwing skills were indeed superb, but due to the huge disparity in strength and speed, they were nothing but a joke.

Allen grabbed Bruce with one hand, smashed him to the ground with an over-the-shoulder fall, and then leaned over to punch him.

boom! !

A loud bang like an explosion reverberated over the campus.

On the basketball court, there was a huge pit.

Radial crack marks spread outward around the pit.

Allen chased the ground with a punch, like a pile driver, directly pounding Bruce into the cement floor, like a human mosaic.

Bruce hasn't given up fighting yet.

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

There was a sneer on Allen's lips.

The fleshy body is carrying the flame jet, and the expression does not change.

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

According to personal tests, the flames ejected from Bruce's hands are as powerful as 1-ring magic, similar to "burning hands".

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

But through this test, Allen confirmed one thing.

The 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.

Although his strength is still weak.

How did Bruce gain the power to control fire?
Is it a member of the Volcano Esoteric Cult that old man Morgan said?
Curious, Allen dug Bruce out of the pit.

I plan to ask him these questions.

It's a pity that this kid is too careless to beat him, and he is almost dying.

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

Turning around, I saw Kevin standing blankly on the edge of the basketball court holding his cell phone, with fear and confusion mixed on his face.

“Dude, are you filming?”

Allen asked him casually.

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

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

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

One asked him to put his limbs on the ground 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 the above two requirements at the same time.

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

The fat white police officer, who didn't know whether he was nervous or overwhelmed, roared and pulled the trigger before Allen could finish speaking.

Empty the magazine in one go.

Sensing the fluctuation caused by tearing the air the moment the bullet was ejected, Allen couldn't help but feel angry.

Push forward with a palm like lightning!
boom! !

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

Bounce off all the bullets that were shot in the face, and by the way, the two policemen and the police car were thrown away, rolling and bouncing on the ground like a ping pong ball.

Allen looked at his palm.

Annoyed by the blow just now, he couldn't help but relax the restraint on his strength, and used two parts of his strength.

The palm strength inspired by the air reminded Allen of a trick in a classic comic - "Gang Palm Wave".

"If I use four-point force, I don't know if I can reproduce the visual effects in the comics and destroy a building..."

Allen pondered.

Of course he knows that excessive defense and excessive violence are not good habits.

But it’s really fun!
More importantly, the first ancestor Beamon was not a character to swallow his anger.

After beating up the school bully and smashing the police car, Allen felt refreshed after venting.

At the same time, the origin fusion progress of the ancestor Beamon increased to 2%.

It can be seen that the ancestor Behemoth had a fiery temper.

Fight if you want, kill if you want, and never wrong yourself!
This style of behavior is most in line with the appetite of the ancestor Behemoth.

Knowing this, Alan has a clue in his heart.

The two unlucky police officers were lying on the ground moaning and bleeding with their heads broken.

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

Holding his mobile phone, Kevin followed closely behind him, his face was flushed, and his eyes were full of fanatical brilliance.

He knew that he was recording a big news that was destined to cause a sensation all over the 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 school bullying he suffered.

Unfortunately, the police officers were very unfriendly to him, and even insulted him with suspected racially discriminatory language.

Allen felt very wronged.

He beat up all the police officers in the building.

They beat them up and ran away.

Like a flock of frightened quail, they scrambled to escape from the police station building.

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

The roar of motors could be heard in the parking lot.

A police officer whose front teeth were knocked out by Allen seemed to be having a little temper tantrum.

Regardless of everything, he started the police car and drove straight towards Allen! !
Allen turned around calmly and raised his hand unhurriedly.

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

The tires screeched against the concrete.

In the next second, Allen lifted the police car with one hand, and threw it out of the parking lot like throwing garbage.

Since it was the police car that made the first move, no wonder he acted in self-defense.

Allen walked around the parking lot.

One foot at a time, all the police cars were kicked to pieces.

Before leaving the police station, Allen thought of his favorite classic cartoon again.

With the thought of paying tribute, he took a deep breath, and from a distance of a hundred meters, he punched the police station building in the air!
Boom! !
The towering buildings seemed to have been hit by an earthquake.

Under the horrified gaze of passers-by from far and near, he was smashed to pieces by Allen's palm in the air, and collapsed.

The smoke and dust that filled the air slowly dissipated.

The police station building has been reduced to ruins.

Even professional demolition companies may not be able to do so perfectly when they use explosives to blast.

Allen looked at the ruins of the police station building, and was quite satisfied with his four successful blows.

Recreating "Gangzhangbo" in this way shouldn't disgrace the original work, right?

Destroy the police station building, and increase the integration progress by 1%.

Looking back on this day, was it worth it to make such a big fuss because of the quarrel on campus?
In the past, Allen might have hesitated.

Now in the fictional world of the ancestor Beamon, even if the sky is pierced, it will not really hurt anyone in reality.

All things are false, all things are permitted.

Why not vent the rage in your heart to your heart's content?
What's more, only by making things big can the secret religion and the behemoth behind it be drawn out as soon as possible, and the "main plot" be advanced.

"Today's extracurricular activities end here."

Allen said to Kevin.

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

Kevin trotted all the way over, trembling with excitement.

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

"It's nothing, I just awakened the power I should have."

Allen said lightly.

On the way to the restaurant, Kevin watched the whole video again, dancing with excitement.

"Ellen! Can you post the video online?"

Allen thought about it and told him it was okay.

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

"Brother! You are going to become famous, I bet you will become a big star that makes a big splash on the Internet tomorrow!"

Kevin yelled excitedly, while skillfully fiddling with his mobile phone, he posted the video to all popular websites.

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(End of this chapter)