With half a game of chess, I vanquish all demons!

Zhou Quan asked in a cold, condescending voice:

"Speak! What are you doing here?"

"Hmph~ Why can't I be here? Why do you ask such a question?"

Zhao Yao chuckled.

One is Song Angran, and the other is you. Are all the people in the Guiding Office like this?

Since that's the case, I won't play along with your pretense anymore.

Upon hearing his sneer, Zhou Quan's brows furrowed, his eyes widened, and he shouted sharply:

"How dare you be so rude, junior!"

"You started it... Holy crap~"

Zhao Yaogang retorted, his eyes widening, when he saw the other person suddenly lunge forward and throw a punch at him.

"A miraculous technique, divine sense!"

As soon as he thought of it, a semi-circular transparent divine sense shield appeared and blocked his way.

bang~

puff~

Zhou Quan instantly pounced in front of Zhao Yao, his iron fist striking the transparent divine sense. The transparent shield only rippled slightly before shattering on the spot.

"Drink~"

Then, Zhou Quan exhaled and quickly took a step to the side, swinging his arm and throwing another punch at Zhao Yao's head.

"A miraculous technique, divine sense!"

With a thought, another thick, transparent semi-circular shield appeared outside Zhao Yao's body.

He grabbed the "Death Soldier Gun," turned his head to follow the opponent's steps, and tried to keep up with Zhou Quan's movements in an attempt to counterattack.

bang~

He had just turned his head when he saw the second transparent shield being shattered by Zhou Quan's fist.

"A miraculous technique, divine sense!"

He subconsciously activated his divine sense shield, gripped his spear tightly, and thrust it heavily into Zhou Quan's torso!

"Drink~"

Zhou Quan exhaled and made a sound again, moving with incredible speed, and with a sidestep, successfully dodged the thrust of the spear.

After regaining his balance, he swung his body and swiftly kicked out at Zhao Yao!

bang~

The third divine sense shield was shattered on the spot.

Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz~

In the blink of an eye, six layers of jade-white light burst out from Zhao Yao's body, his skin suddenly turned pitch black, his eyes ignited with charcoal fire, his body grew taller and taller, his muscles bulged out, and his clothes were completely torn apart... In a very short time, he swelled from a normal height of two and a half meters into a six and a half meter giant with an exaggerated appearance!

bang~

Zhou Quan's kick landed squarely on Zhao Yao's leg.

buzz~

Tremors and ripples spread outwards from those iron-pillar-like legs, but Zhao Yao himself remained completely still.

Under the immense shadow, Zhou Quan's pupils contracted sharply. Staring at the swaying object before him, his eyelids twitched, and he looked up at the backlit, gigantic face, a look of astonishment still lingering in his eyes:

"What kind of monster are you?"

Zhao Yao, like a god, gripped the now much thinner assassin's gun, silently looking down at Zhou Quan, who looked like a chick, his eyes, like charcoal fire, were bloodshot in the wind.

He said in a booming voice:

"A monster? Then let me show you what a monster tastes like!"

Zhou Quan decisively leaped to the side, trying to escape the close-range attack range of the little black iron giant.

"A miraculous technique, divine sense!"

As soon as he jumped up, he was grabbed into the giant hand of divine sense and frozen in mid-air.

"Drink~"

Zhou Quan exhaled and exerted force, twisting his waist and struggling to forcefully break through the giant divine hand.

slap~

He landed on his feet and was about to jump again when a large cast iron hand fell from above and grabbed his head.

A giant cast-iron hand grabbed his head and began to lift him up.

"Let me go!"

As his feet left the ground, Zhou Quan tried to push away the hand on his head, but to no avail.

He immediately changed tactics, clenched his fist, and punched upwards.

hum~

The fist slammed into Zhou Quan's forearm, which was as hard as an iron pillar, and ripples spread out from the point of impact, but the hand gripping Zhou Quan's head did not change at all.

Ignoring Zhou Quan's struggles, Zhao Yao grinned, twisted his waist, and like throwing a discus, grabbed Zhou Quan's head and threw him towards the ground of the square with tremendous force.

"Get out of here!"

Thud! Crack! Crash! Bang!

Like skipping stones on land, Zhou Quan's body was powerless against this immense force, bouncing, rolling, and sliding along a straight line on the square before finally falling off the square and onto the mountain road.

slap~

Zhou Quan immediately got up from the mountain road, placed his hand on the edge of the square, supported himself on the ground, and slowly stood up.

He was disheveled, his earlier arrogance had vanished without a trace, and his gaze toward Zhao Yao had become unusually wary.

He glanced sideways at the rather small assassin's gun in Zhao Yao's hand and said with certainty:

"It's a suicide gun."

"Your attitude is appalling, and you attacked me for no reason. Is this a common trait among the people of your Guiding Department?"

Zhao Yao looked down at Zhou Quan, his mind as still as a deep pool, his tone calm.

This is the taste of power! He didn't kill the person after grabbing them because he had this power supporting him and he had the confidence to handle the situation that way.

At the edge of the square, Zhou Quan heard Zhao Yao's words and his heart stirred.

This person is connected to Song Angran's matter! Should we arrest him and question him...?

He pondered, not acting immediately, wary of the six-meter-tall giant, and began circling his feet while rubbing his neck, which was tilted to one side.

With a snap, he straightened it.

He rubbed his neck, relieved, and as he recalled what had just been said, a thought flashed through his mind, and he suddenly realized:

"The student who was paired with Song Angran also seems to be named Zhao Yao."

You're that student from Wangzhou County School?!

"How did you, a frail scholar, suddenly become a member of the Wind-Catching Bureau and acquire such skills, actually managing to withstand three of my punches...?"

Zhou Quan frowned as he looked at Zhao Yao, then suddenly seemed to realize something, and his expression changed inexplicably.

He looked at Zhao Yao strangely and said:

"...Yes, he truly is a person of great fortune."

"Given my habits, someone as rude as you should have been beaten into submission, given a truly memorable lesson."

Zhou Quan's expression returned to its coldness, but his words shifted, glossing over what had just happened:

"The matter of Song Angran's fall into demonic possession has already caught the attention of the Heavenly Dao Division."

I will handle this matter. You can get out.

What's going on? Why the sudden change of expression? Is there something I don't know?

Looking at Zhou Quan ahead, Zhao Yao frowned, pondered for a moment, and then his body began to slowly shrink.

He said "great fortune"... Yan Rouyun had said before that when Tianminglou accepted my bounty, he said this to her, telling her to be careful, because I am a person with great fortune.

Am I destined for great fortune?

How did this person know I was destined for great fortune?

He pondered it over and over again, but had no answer, so he had no choice but to put it aside for the time being.

He took out new clothes from his bundle, put them on, looked at Zhou Quan, and said:

"The villagers of these three villages have all been corrupted by demons. What are you going to do about it?"

"That's my business, you don't need to worry about it."

If you don't want to leave, then you don't have to!

Zhou Quan's attitude remained hostile, and his demeanor gradually became dangerous.

hey~

I'm not going to put up with you!

Zhao Yao looked back at Zhou Quan and immediately began to take off the clothes he had just put on.

His combat prowess has been steadily increasing, and he's just looking for an opponent to test his skills against.

They really don't fall for threats anymore.

He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his bare torso, and then began to take off his pants, glancing at Zhou Quan as he did so, raising an eyebrow and saying:

"Then let's fight again!"

Seeing his unseemly appearance, Zhou Quan frowned deeply. An unsavory image flashed through his mind, a picture of a man with drooping, spindle-shaped hair and veins like a net, which he could not shake off.