The Magic Lamp Ability: Starting with One Person in the Republic of China Era

He was really forcing himself to be careful; he kept feeling like a knife was scraping his scalp.

"Who said I wasn't at the dock? I just infiltrated behind enemy lines to carry out an assassination," Zhou Ming said.

The young officer laughed: "Go tell that to the judge! Without any evidence, who do you think will believe you?"

"Who told you there was no proof or evidence?" Zhou Ming laughed, then looked to the side.

There was another table of food on one side of the courtyard, where He Mao Zhenliu and the other two were eating.

Kamo Shinroku stood up and walked to the young officer's side.

"Who is he? What makes him think he can prove it?" The young officer frowned.

"It's a humanoid puppet I control, named Kamo Shinroku. He's a Japanese nobleman and a master. If you don't believe me, you can take a picture of his face and verify the name," Zhou Ming said.

"You said yes?"

"If you say it's not, then it's not?"

The two rhetorical questions, seemingly without any pause, instantly froze the atmosphere.

A powerful surge of bloodthirsty energy erupted from Kamo Shinroku's body, and a massive blood scythe appeared in his hand.

He swung the knife straight up.

"Don't kill him!" Wang Wen's voice suddenly rang out.

Zhou Ming raised his hand, and the blade of the blood-red scythe in He Mao Zhenlu's hand stopped two fingers' width away from the young officer's neck.

Seeing the crimson scythe's hooked blade stop in front of him, the young officer could hardly contain himself.

Didn't they say the other party wouldn't dare to make a move? Didn't they say the other party was just a novice who had graduated less than six months ago?

The result is that the momentum is so fierce and the strength is terrifying, so why did they dare to make a move?

"People obey the rules because the powerful figures behind the rules wield immense strength," Zhou Ming said calmly to the young officer.

"But why do you dare to break the rules when facing a living, powerful force like me?"

Zhou Ming walked over to the young officer, patted him on the shoulder, and said softly, "Tell the people behind you that if I can capture this Japanese nobleman alive in the Japanese army's territory, I can do it in other places as well."

"I'll give you five minutes. Get out of my sight immediately," Zhou Ming said, standing up.

Kamo Shinroku also withdrew his blood-red scythe at this moment, and the blood-fiend power on his body was much more turbid than at the beginning.

"Let's go!" The young officer gritted his teeth and led the group away.

"Xiaoming, doing this will completely offend the higher-ups," Wang Wen said, looking at Zhou Ming with some concern.

"That's even better. Anyway, I'm already prepared to hunt down the Japanese devils on my own." Zhou Ming did it nonchalantly, then came back and took a sip of wine.

"Going it alone?" Wang Wen frowned slightly and said, "What about your logistics? You can't expect to find food on the battlefield, can you?"

"As long as I can live and kill more Japanese devils, I'd be willing to eat dirt." Zhou Ming picked up a piece of meat with his chopsticks.

"Brother Wen, haven't you noticed? There's a problem with the command from above, or rather, there's a problem with the command for us superhumans."

"What's the problem?" Wang Wen asked, slightly puzzled.

"The essence of war is extremely cruel; it's about exchanging lives for lives. Besides the advance of the front lines and the logistical costs, it also depends on whether the lives lost are worth it," Zhou Ming said coldly.

“There is a world of difference between an ordinary soldier and a bomber pilot, both in terms of training costs and the role they play.”

Chapter 50 Wang Wen Fusion Cards

"We Outcasts are more costly and play a stronger role, but because the cost of our growth is mostly borne by the Outcasts themselves, those commanders simply do not realize how difficult it is to replenish the Outcasts."

"It's just that in the early stages of the war, there were extraordinary people from all over the country who spontaneously came to resist the Japanese devils, which created the situation where there seemed to be a lot of extraordinary people."

"They treated us like soldiers to be worn down, instead of us like assassins to kill, ambush, or infiltrate behind enemy lines to cause damage."

Zhou Ming's mood became somewhat heavy when he said this. There is no concept of special forces yet, otherwise, the superhumans would be the best special forces.

Wang Wen was greatly shocked, never expecting Zhou Ming to know so much. A certain decision in his heart was immediately strengthened.

"Xiaoming, do you still have your Pikachu card?" Wang Wen suddenly asked.

“He was blasted to death by a single shot.” ​​Zhou Ming finished speaking and his gaze sharpened as he looked at Brother Wen across from him.

"Brother Wen? You wouldn't be thinking of..."

“Yes, your fusion can greatly increase a person’s strength, right? If it can enhance an ordinary person so much, it will definitely have an even stronger effect on an expert like me.” Wang Wen nodded and said.

"but…"

“But you’ll control me, you’ll have control over my life and death, right? It’s okay, we’ve been brothers through thick and thin for a long time, I still have that much trust in you,” Wang Wen said frankly.

"Compared to the so-called life and death, the most painful thing is being powerless. My injury will take at least a week to heal, and I can't wait any longer."

Wang Wen reached out and grabbed Zhou Ming's hand, holding it tightly as he said, "Besides, my strength is insufficient, far from sufficient. Any heavy machine gun on the battlefield could take my life."

After a moment of silence, Zhou Ming silently opened his palm, and a crystal-clear card slowly appeared.

"Brother Wen, I won't say any more. Let's go kill as many people as we can."

"Okay!" Wang Wen smiled, and grabbed the crystal-clear card with his other hand.

The moment the Pikachu card merged into his body, Wang Wen felt a tremendous change occur within him.

The effects of the Iron Shirt training were fully activated, and the shockwave gradually intensified.

A wisp of Qi emanated from his body, and the specially made black fine sand stored in the inner pocket at his waist quickly merged into the Qi, forming a thin suit of armor.

Wang Wen, who had been keeping his eyes closed, suddenly opened them and said urgently, "Xiao Ming, quickly bring me that bag of sand from under the bed in the room and pour it on my head right away."

Zhou Ming could see that Wang Wen's cultivation level and techniques had undergone tremendous changes, so he didn't dare to linger for a moment and immediately rushed into the house.

I found a bag the size of a basketball on the floor, right under the bed, and grabbed it.

The moment I pulled it out, I was surprised by how heavy it felt in my hand. I untied the bag as I walked.

It contains extremely fine black sand, which is made from a variety of metals and special materials, resulting in a fine metallic sand with extremely high hardness.

Zhou Ming quickly ran to Wang Wen's side and poured all the sand from the bag onto Wang Wen.

A large amount of sand instantly adhered to Wang Wen's body, and the originally thin layer of armor gradually became three-dimensional.

They gradually merged, forming an even more powerful form.

Wang Wen slowly closed his eyes, experiencing this state akin to sudden enlightenment. Various pieces of information flew through his mind, using his thought template as a fixed direction, and he exerted his ultimate wisdom.

"Is this an epiphany about data concepts?" A hint of surprise flashed in Zhou Ming's eyes. The data was being shared synchronously in his mind, but because he hadn't entered that state of epiphany, he was a step behind in understanding it.

This card had clearly been refined and fused with power, and Zhou Ming originally thought that a card with fused power could no longer undergo enlightenment and form a new cultivation technique.

I never expected that the card's spirit level would be so special, capable of generating a second enlightenment.

"Is it because the spirit grid itself can generate cultivation techniques? But this cultivation technique looks very complete now. It's probably not a cultivation technique with the spirit grid as its core, but a complete cultivation technique that can be passed down." Zhou Ming thought to himself.

His gaze couldn't help but fall on the Ranger and the Electromagnetic Cannon. Why hadn't these two had an epiphany and developed their own techniques?

"Judging from their ability development, these two are quite talented, especially their electromagnetic cannon ability, which they developed very quickly. However, their foundation is too weak and they don't have the corresponding techniques. I guess that's why they haven't reached enlightenment." Zhou Ming understood.

If the timing weren't so bad, Zhou Ming would definitely have squeezed them dry, making them learn the basics of supernatural beings, and then finding them some related cultivation techniques.

Zhou Ming thought of the team leader's belongings, reached out and took out the Qiankun bag, probed it with his spirit, and locked onto two bookshelves containing books.

“Basic Refining Techniques, Book of Metals, Stones, Earth and Wood, is this the team leader’s research record? Bird and Beast Bomber? It looks more like a drone.” Zhou Ming couldn’t help but glance at the half-finished mechanical birds on another large shelf.

I couldn't help but feel a little heavy-hearted. Judging from these research diaries, the team leader was clearly a research talent, but he ended up going to the battlefield himself.

I took a breath to calm myself down and then looked at another shelf with books.

[Preserve the spirit]

This is a basic technique for cultivating the spirit and visualizing. It is somewhat similar to visualization, but it mainly focuses on visualizing the spirit within the body. Therefore, it is a basic technique for cultivating both body and mind, rather than simply cultivating the primordial spirit.

Although it is a basic technique, it is by no means an ordinary third-rate product, and it is not on the same level as the breathing techniques and visualization techniques that Zhou Ming practiced before.

The next few books were also quite special, either being comprehensive or having their own unique features.

Two suitable cultivation techniques were quickly found: [Three Armies Divine Archer] and [Divine Mind Thunder Fist].

The title of the first book seems to have been added later. The book is very old and describes how to train a powerful archer, including various training methods and special techniques.

“It must have been passed down from ancient military texts.” Zhou Ming’s gaze turned to another book.

【Divine Mind Thunder Fist】This is a thunder fist technique cobbled together by a rogue cultivator using half of the Five Thunder Divine Techniques from the Divine Firmament Manual.

At the beginning of cultivation, one needs to visualize the Thunder God in the sky during thunderstorms and draw upon the power of lightning.

"No wonder the very first sentence says that this technique is extremely dangerous to practice, and that without any special skills, it's practically suicide." Zhou Ming shook his head.

It's not about drawing upon the power of lightning; while that's dangerous, it's not exactly courting death. The real danger lies in visualizing the thunder god in the sky; one wrong move and you'll become an idiot.

"Fortunately, the electromagnetic cannon has already mastered the electromagnetic ring's capabilities, giving it a certain resistance to lightning. And even if he fails to cultivate it successfully, the experience can be passed on to the next person," Zhou Ming thought to himself.

Two manuals appeared in his hand with a flash of light, but they were not the originals; they were handwritten copies.

There were many books on the shelves, but many of them were duplicate handwritten copies. Only the books in the first row looked very old and were originals.

Chapter 51 The Blood Soul Demon Blade and the Surprise in the Qiankun Bag

"You two, each take a book and cultivate diligently." Zhou Ming handed one book to each of them.

Both the Ranger and the Electromagnetic Cannon were quite excited, and they immediately knelt down, reaching out with both hands to receive the book Zhou Ming handed them.

"Thank you so much, boss..."

"Alright, stop kneeling all the time. Take your book and go cultivate over there. Get stronger as soon as possible," Zhou Ming said, frowning slightly, a hint of displeasure in his voice.

The two of them didn't know why, but they quickly stood up and went to the side, excitedly flipping through the manual in their hands.

They were death row inmates who had committed various crimes. Zhou Ming didn't treat them like human beings at all, and even when he knelt down, he completely ignored them.

But after a life-or-death battle, these two survived and killed many Japanese soldiers, so Zhou Ming's opinion of them naturally changed.

The electromagnetic cannon flipped to the first page of the manual, and its expression changed slightly. It was unexpected that the first sentence stated that practicing this method was extremely dangerous.

As he flipped backward, the electromagnetic cannon's expression gradually softened: "So what if I get electrocuted? What's there to be afraid of?"

Whether it's the electromagnetic cannon or the ranger, they all know in their hearts that if they follow this boss, there is only one path to take, and that is to kill the Japanese devils.

If they dared to raise even the slightest question, they would probably be the ones to die.