The Law of Heaven

Chapter 6 The Rampage of the Teenager

The brief silence was broken by the roar of automatic rifles, clearly a barrage of bullets being unleashed. Amidst screams and shouts, the lecture was forced to a halt, and chaos erupted at the scene.

Aihara clearly perceived all of this. He felt his thoughts spreading out like water, replacing his five senses, and perceiving the world.

This was clearly a premeditated attack. The perpetrators somehow obtained genuine firearms and ammunition and launched an indiscriminate attack on the people at the scene. Similar scenes have only ever appeared in movies.

Even Aihara, who was vomiting in a public restroom, couldn't escape this ordeal. At that moment, a vicious thug stood behind him, exuding an oppressive aura.

Aihara did not turn around, but he sensed the other's presence.

The criminal disguised himself with a baseball cap and a mask. His height of 1.75 meters was not exaggerated, but his physique was as strong as a bull. In particular, he was fully armed, with an automatic rifle on his back and a melee weapon hanging at his waist.

This was the first time Aihara had faced a life-threatening situation in eighteen years. It felt as if an electric current had shot up his spine to the back of his head, his nerves screaming and his brain warning him.

"Tch, just a little brat."

The assailant showed him disdain and then punched him in the back of the head.

With a loud bang, Aihara felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. The thug's punch was powerful and brutal, and the speed was also unusually fast, like a bullet leaving the barrel.

It was as if even the wind generated by the fist couldn't keep up with the speed of the punch.

This punch sent Aihara sprawling face-first onto the edge of the toilet.

The assailant withdrew his fist and left, clearly very confident in his punching power. For him, killing a skinny student with one punch was nothing out of the ordinary.

But this time he miscalculated, because he heard heavy breathing.

It was as if a wild beast was grinding its teeth and sucking blood.

Aihara is still alive, and he wasn't even injured.

That punch did hurt him a bit; if it had been a day ago, he would have been killed on the spot, but the situation was different now.

The pain triggered the release of endorphins, which also caused his adrenaline to spike.

He clenched his fists, and the ferocity and bloodlust in his bones seemed to be unleashed.

The dizzying sensation receded like the tide, and the ancient dragon that had been lurking in the darkness deep within his consciousness opened its eyes. Its breath still roared like thunder, and what was reflected in its molten gold pupils was actually his own face.

The ancient dragon merged with him.

It was as if they could also read the impulse in his mind to fight back.

It seems to be saying, "As you wish."

In the quiet public restroom, the assailant suddenly turned his head and tried to draw his knife.

However, Aihara had already stood up. With brute force, he pulled the toilet out of the floor and smashed it down on the assailant's head.

The blow was incredibly powerful; the ceramic toilet shattered on the assailant's head, his baseball cap fell off, and blood flowed freely.

A wave of intense dizziness washed over him, and he staggered backward.

"An immortal species..."

The boy in his berserk state was reflected in the thug's gloomy eyes.

In the darkness, Aihara's eyes seemed to flow with molten gold.

Aihara exhaled a breath of stale air, and the dragon bone bracelet reappeared on his right hand. It coiled around his wrist like a resurrected ancient dragon, lifelike.

What followed was a fierce and relentless attack!

Aihara had never studied any fighting techniques, except for a fight with the school bully in junior high school. However, he could recall the fighting techniques he had seen in movies and recreate them with his strong physique.

The Dragon Bone Bracelet brought him unexpected changes; his physique was strengthened many times over, making him extremely resistant to blows and incredibly flexible.

A dozen consecutive straight punches landed on the assailant's chest, producing a dull thud like metal clashing; the bastard was clearly wearing a bulletproof vest.

Realizing this, Aihara changed his fighting strategy. He grabbed the assailant's neck with both hands, pulled him down, and then raised his leg to deliver a knee strike!

A cracking sound rang out as the nasal bone shattered.

Aihara delivered a second powerful knee strike to the assailant's face, but the assailant cleverly used his hands to protect his head, struggling and retreating.

The thug roared like a madman, used all his strength to break free of his restraints, and then kicked him hard in the chest like an antelope.

Normally, this kick would have been enough to make Aihara stagger and fall to the ground, but he only took half a step back to regain his balance and even patted the footprint on his chest.

The assailant landed and rolled, ignoring the bleeding and pain from his broken nose, and reached behind his back with his right hand to try to draw his gun, clearly in a panic.

Aihara was one step ahead of him, and grabbed his right hand first.

In this situation, the assailant was obviously unable to fire, so he simply used the automatic rifle as a close-combat weapon and smashed the boy's forehead hard with the butt of the rifle.

boom!
Aihara's head remained motionless; he simply stared at him coldly.

The thug smashed the gun butt again!

Another muffled thud, but Aihara remained unmoved.

LOL, it doesn't hurt at all.

The thug was stunned: "What level of immortality are you?"

"Finished smashing?"

Aihara ignored him and only spoke in a hoarse voice.

He suddenly raised his elbow and struck the assailant's chin.

What a vicious elbow strike! The assailant's jaw was instantly shattered, and he couldn't help but spit out blood and foam, his eyes rolling back in his head.

Aihara grabbed his hair and slammed him hard to the ground, causing him to go limp and twitch for a while before he was unable to get up again.

It was a battle like that of beasts, with no dazzling techniques whatsoever, just pure, violent clashes. Aihara was the winner.

"You guys came to rob me, why are you hitting me in the toilet?"

Aihara didn't know if the thug was still alive, so to be on the safe side, he stomped hard on the guy's head until he heard a sound like a watermelon cracking.

"Are you tired of living? Huh? Speak up!" Blood spread beneath the thug, who fell to the ground before he could even use his gun and knife, amidst a storm of attacks.

Aihara's war stomping lasted for a full twenty seconds before stopping. He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, but it sounded like the breath of a wild beast.

He paused for a second, then turned on his phone to illuminate the mirror next to the sink.

Aihara's hair was now disheveled, his eyes were filled with molten gold lines, and his skin was faintly red and hot, with sweat steaming into mist.

After that discomfort disappeared, he underwent a complete transformation, and an ancient and primal power merged with him and became his own.

"What the hell is going on?"

Unfortunately, Aihara didn't have time to think things through. Although the discomfort had disappeared, he couldn't calm down completely. The violent dragon roar echoed in his mind, giving him an uncontrollable urge to destroy.

It's like having supermale syndrome; you really want to punch someone.

Can't control it.

It's completely out of control.

I want to blow the enemy's head off and smash their brains.

However, these thugs were clearly well-prepared, each equipped with deadly melee and firearms, and he wasn't sure if he could withstand them.

The gunfire outside the public restroom intensified, mingling with screams and wails. The exact number of casualties was unknown. In such an attack, no one could escape unscathed; only by eliminating all the perpetrators could one hope to survive.

Aihara thought for a moment, then squatted down and stripped the assailant of his clothes.

Just half a minute later, Aihara, dressed as a repairman, strode out of the public restroom. He had a cold weapon hanging from his waist and an automatic rifle in his hands. He looked as if he was studying the safety and bolt, adjusting his shooting posture awkwardly.

He had never handled a gun before, and had played few shooting games. He had only been a junior student at Wa's school for two months recently, making him a complete novice.

However, firearms have no learning curve in emergency situations; even an idiot could learn how to handle them after a few tries.

As long as you're not afraid of killing people.

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Chaos erupted in the darkened hall. Master Zhou Lunshuo, covering his head with his hands, hid behind the podium and roared, "What's going on? Why are there kidnappers? Do they want to kidnap me and take me back so they can hear my lectures every day?"

He looked around: "Jian Mo? Where is Jian Mo?"

The staff member who had given him the "no problem" sign rushed up to protect him with a riot shield, cursing irritably, "Stop yelling! You're a Creation-level long-lived being, you don't need to hide like an ordinary person, do you?"

Zhou Lunshuo explained in a serious tone, "I am an office worker!"

Jian Mo had no choice but to yell at the security guards, "The enemy is prepared! Don't linger! Cover the students' retreat and protect the civilians!"

After saying that, he kicked the master in the butt: "The physical fitness of the civilian staff has also been enhanced. Quickly lead the students to retreat!"

After saying that, he rushed out with a riot shield in hand, braving the indiscriminate gunfire, and turned on his phone's light to scan the battle situation and determine the number of casualties.

As the security leader here, Jian Mo was already drenched in sweat. He didn't know how many people would die today; it was news that couldn't be suppressed.

But to everyone's surprise, the situation at the scene was surprisingly good. The assailants opened fire for a full two minutes, and not a single person was seriously injured or killed.

Although there was blood on the floor, it didn't seem like there was much.

"Have all the ordinary people evacuated to the safe passage? Hurry up and get some people to kill them!" Jian Mo drew his Colt Python from his waist, a large-caliber revolver. His security personnel all had special gun licenses and were authorized to carry weapons of this level.

The security guards escorted the civilians to safety, while also drawing their own Colt Pythons to fire. However, it was like throwing an egg against a rock when these revolvers were outgunned by automatic rifles, especially in such a dimly lit setting.

"Everyone, run this way!"

Old Wang, the class leader of Class 7, roared in the corridor. He had been shot while covering everyone's retreat, but fortunately, it was just a scratch on his buttocks and not serious.

"Help! Has anyone called the police?!"

Yi Ran cried out in distress, "Brother Yuan! My Brother Yuan is still in the bathroom!"

"It's too late to save him, let him hide inside!"

"When will the rescue arrive? My penis seems to have been grazed by a ricochet!"

"Waaaaah, I want my mommy..."

The two fat men who had been pushed down earlier were pushing them from behind. This narrow passage was prone to stampedes in the chaos, but behind them was a deadly hail of bullets, so everyone could only desperately push people forward.

It's really strange. Logically speaking, that volley of gunfire should have wiped out a third of them, but at most everyone only suffered minor injuries, and no one died.

In the dimly lit corner, there was still one person who hadn't evacuated. She was a cool and silent girl who sat motionless amidst the hail of bullets, tidying her hair.

However, her pupils reflected the crisscrossing bullet trajectories in the darkness. Her pale right hand, resting on her knee, played like a pianist, her slender, jade-like fingers moving nimbly. Not a single bullet hit her; they all whizzed past her.

"Where did this bunch of Dead Men get such audacity?"

She breathed a slight sigh of relief and murmured softly, "There are too many ordinary people. Even if the trajectory was manipulated, they still suffered some minor injuries."

At that moment, her eyes suddenly sharpened.

wrong.

She realized what the problem was.

These guys seem to be doing this on purpose, trying to drive people into the emergency exit.

Because in addition to the exit, the safety passage also contains a warehouse for storing ancient artifacts!
Jane, who was leading the security team in a counterattack, also realized the problem. He muttered in shock, "Damn it, there must still be some of the criminals at the emergency exit!"

He stopped fighting and turned tail, deftly vaulting over rows of seats, like a cheetah trying to leap into the emergency exit.

The criminals, who were carrying night vision goggles, immediately turned their guns on him and unleashed a barrage of fire.

At that very moment, someone collapsed to the ground.

A fully armed man rushed out of the dimly lit corridor, holding an automatic rifle in each hand and firing in a fan-shaped spray, catching the bandits off guard.

"My grandsons, your Grandfather is here!"

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