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"Alright! Let me deal with the pesky follower behind me first, then I'll explain everything to you." Fang Lin Kong, flailing about, was being toyed with by his future self, becoming round and flat under the immense power difference. He could only hear the other person smiling as they said, "Pure strength is of no use at all. Like rivers flowing and stars moving, although their contained energy is unmatched, they cannot be used to confront an enemy. Only by controlling that power with your own consciousness can it reach its fullest potential. In other words, only the power you control is true power."
As the second lightning strike came, it seemed that Fang Lin Kong from ten years in the future was demonstrating something. He raised a finger and smiled lightly; without much movement, all the electric currents instantly gathered at his fingertip. After two small jumps, he simply grasped it with his five fingers, dispersing the current.
"If the people inside don't come out soon, I won't hold back next time." Eastern Thunder originally had absolute confidence in handling two enemies, but a flash of light passed by, and the two opponents were whisked away by someone with powerful magic. Without a second thought, he chased after the fleeing Fang Lin Kong. Chinese superhumans and various sects had a dense network of information in the mortal world. Therefore, Eastern Thunder received news more detailed than anyone else. Aside from not accounting for the fact that Gouli Heaven's Tome was taken by White Whale Born's group, he was well-prepared for everything else.
Knowing how formidable the enemy was, this time there was more than just Eastern Thunder sent out. Following Heavy Truck at full speed, Eastern Thunder had already signaled for reinforcements.
After two consecutive lightning strikes, the opponent showed no signs of being hit or turning to fight back. They continued driving the truck at breakneck speed. This made Eastern Thunder suspicious; he decided to go all out on his third attack. His most prized artifact, Ten Directions Prison Thunder Seal, burst forth with dazzling light as a massive current surged like a dragon of lightning, chasing after the truck ahead.
"Watch how I deal with the enemy; I'll record a video and post it online! It will definitely shock the world."
Just before the lightning dragon could catch up to the truck, Fang Lin Kong felt a strange symbol drawn on his chest by his future self. A powerful force surged through him, lifting him upward without any obstruction as he pierced through the truck's roof, causing him to flail about in panic, desperately trying to grab onto something.
Eastern Thunder watched in astonishment as his lightning was silently consumed by the wildly speeding truck. Moreover, that Heavy Truck came to an abrupt stop in defiance of physical inertia. The boy named Fang Lin Kong from the data burst out of the truck, followed closely by another Fang Lin Kong.
"Transformation technique? Or perhaps an illusion? It can't be a duplication technique, can it?"
Eastern Thunder himself had used a spell to conceal his appearance; therefore, he wasn't surprised by the appearance of two Fang Lin Kongs. Under his magical influence, Ten Directions Prison Thunder Seal raced forward with lightning speed as he urged it to its maximum power.
"Heh heh! Using natural forces is the lowest tier of magic. Lightning, wind and frost, flames—these natural phenomena are merely basic applications of spells."
While explaining this, Fang Lin Kong from the future had both hands positioned as if they were black holes with immense suction power. The electric brilliance emitted by Eastern Thunder was completely absorbed into his hands. As he continually changed hand positions, an unbelievable scene unfolded before Eastern Thunder and Fang Lin Kong: within this peculiar man's hands, weather patterns shifted rapidly—sometimes thunder rumbled, sometimes clouds gathered; sometimes it turned icy cold or rained silver droplets; sometimes fierce winds blew and sand flew about... In just a brief moment, countless weather phenomena were simulated. While Fang Lin Kong remained unaware of what was happening, Eastern Thunder was far more shaken.
To achieve this required immense magical power and precise control over one's own strength. Eastern Thunder could hardly imagine that there was still someone in this world capable of such feats. Influencing weather patterns might not be extraordinary skill; however, being able to confine that influence to such a small area was remarkable. With such rapid transformations occurring before him, Eastern Thunder mused: "There may not be more than five practitioners among humans on Earth." Even counting powerful monsters would only double that number at most.
"Senior is impressive; I am Rash."
Secretly signaling for his people not to come over anymore, Eastern Thunder slightly bowed and walked away without looking back.
The enemy's strength was overwhelming; engaging them would only be a humiliation. This battle had already been lost before it even began.
"Oh! I haven't finished all my poses yet! There are still several variations I haven't shown. Why did he run away? What a lacking confidence guy."
Muttering to himself, the oblivious Future Seer turned to Fang Lin Kong with a slight smile and said, "Strength doesn't determine everything, but it is the fundamental guarantee of life. Ordinary people are merely playthings for others; it doesn't matter how unwilling they are."
"From now on, seize every opportunity to strengthen yourself! And this memory is a gift I leave for you."
Before Fang Lin Kong could react, the floating Future Seer pointed a finger at his forehead. The moment Fang Lin Kong blinked, he found himself surrounded by endless void. There was not a single person in sight.
"The saddest thing in this world is passing by you without knowing you like me. Once I realize it, it's too late for regrets, and all I can do is watch the time slip away slowly from my hands!"
"Remember, don't let yourself regret, and don't let my future self regret either!"
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"Go, Chen Mingbin! Go, Chen Mingbin!"
Cheers erupted like waves, one after another. Ever since everything settled down, the future Fang Lin Kong had drifted off to some other time and space. Kazama, Fire Quirk, and Electric Ghost had all left as well. The only change was in the lives of the four.
Chen Mingbin transformed from an ordinary person into someone more handsome than Beckham and cooler than Rukawa Kaede. Not only did he have an impressive appearance, but he also excelled in sports. Gone were the days when he struggled to run fifty meters close to the world record of a hundred meters. He was quite the show-off at school; Fang Lin Kong had no idea how many girls this guy had become close with recently.
Wen Yi stubbornly refused to change his Vegeta hairstyle no matter what anyone said. Although Fire Quirk had left, Wen Yi somehow retained a bit of his special ability, able to produce flames the size of a lighter. If it weren't for Fang Lin Kong beating him half to death several times, this guy would have already flaunted his skills at the Chinese Academy of Sciences as a test subject. Nevertheless, Wen Yi's reputation as the Magician was still quite prominent at school.
Fang Lin Kong had nagged him countless times that if this guy's last name were Yang, he might be even more famous.
"This world is so lonely; I feel so empty! I want to..."
As he rambled on out of boredom, Fang Lin Kong suddenly sensed a familiar aura approaching. He quickly waved his hand and pretended to be focused on watching the game, swallowing down all his complaints.
“Fang Lin Kong, it seems your class won this match. Chen Mingbin has been impressive lately! Why aren't you down there playing?”
A fragrant breeze swept by as Ding Qingya casually sat down next to Fang Lin Kong.
“Because I'm lazy! Besides, I'm not good at sports. Isn't it better to watch them play?” He felt relieved that his careless words went unheard by Ding Qingya.
“With me around, you still feel lonely, empty, and bored... Family rules apply!”
Thinking of Ding Qingya's explosive temper, Fang Lin Kong instantly lost any negative emotions he had. He mused to himself, “This is my girlfriend whom I traveled through time to be with; it would be too much of a loss if a few words scared her away.”
Ding Qingya was unaware of what Fang Lin Kong had been lamenting. With a hint of excitement, she said, “Our sister Cen said she wants everyone to go to a newly opened shooting club tonight. You should invite Wen Yi and Ma Jingjie; it will be much livelier!”
“A shooting club? How much does it cost? My family just had a fire, and I can't afford any luxuries right now.” Fang Lin Kong was quite reluctant. He wouldn't make the foolish decision to spend money just to put on a brave face and then live on carrots for half a month.
“Fool! Remember to go!” Before Fang Lin Kong could respond, something was shoved into his hand. He looked down to see a neatly folded red bill; clearly, Ding Qingya had prepared it in advance.
Feeling a warmth in his eyes, Fang Lin Kong lowered his head slightly. He didn't say anything more but silently told his future self, “This is why you regret not seizing the opportunity! Qingya is indeed a very understanding girl.”
“We won! Old Fang, you really need more exercise. Will you join us for the basketball game next time?” Wen Yi and the others had just come off the court and gathered around Fang Lin Kong. The three of them seemed somewhat changed, their bodies stronger than before. They had just teamed up to decisively defeat two other skilled players from their class. This time, the championship for the sophomore group belonged to Fang Lin Kong's class.
“Lazy! Don't bother me. Gather with me later. There’s a beautiful girl inviting us! Don’t even think about making excuses.” Fang Lin Kong lazily issued his command. Wen Yi let out a strange noise and exchanged glances with Chen Mingbin and Ma Jingjie, about to speak when Fang Lin Kong stood up and turned to leave.
Even without thinking too hard, Fang Lin Kong knew these three wouldn’t have anything good to say.
When the four of them arrived at the agreed place amidst their shouting and laughter, Fang Lin Kong was surprised to see Li Bing and Cen Xiaoying chatting together about something. Upon noticing Fang Lin Kong's arrival, Li Bing warmly greeted him, “Fang Lin Kong, it's been a while.”
Having gone through life-and-death experiences with Li Bing multiple times, their relationship had deepened significantly. Although Wen Yi, Chen Mingbin, and Ma Jingjie were possessed by evil spirits, they retained memories from that time and were well aware of Li Bing's abilities. They quickly rushed over to flatter her. Cen Xiaoying seemed somewhat surprised and asked Fang Lin Kong, “Are you all very close with Li Bing? How come I didn’t know?”
Fang Lin Kong found it difficult to answer that question directly and could only respond vaguely to brush it off.
Cen Xiaoying was genuinely curious about Li Bing's background. She had just learned in casual conversation that Li Bing was a college student who had recently moved to this city for school. Why was this newcomer so familiar with the local high school group? This piqued Cen Xiaoying's interest, and she was about to probe further with Fang Lin Kong when they were interrupted by the others.
Ding Qingya, Zhang He, Lu Jiajia, and Xie Lili approached, laughing and chatting. Cen Xiaoying didn’t want to reveal anything about Fang Lin Kong and the others, so she smiled slightly at Fang Lin Kong and held her tongue, leaving him sweating nervously.
Before long, the ten of them gathered and set off together. With so many people, it was certainly not lonely. Fang Lin Kong asked Li Bing and learned that this newly opened shooting club was actually run by someone he knew—the boss behind it was Ding Chifeng, the leader of the Chifeng Legion who had once targeted him.
A few days ago, Ding Chifeng had personally invited Li Bing and expressed his intention not to be enemies. In their conversation, likely to show he bore no ill will towards Li Bing, Ding Chifeng offered VIP access to all his entertainment venues—nightclubs, clubs, hotels—allowing Li Bing to enjoy them without paying. This was a way to curry favor with the strongest expert in the city. Last weekend, while wandering around, Li Bing unexpectedly ran into Cen Xiaoying on the street and ended up treating her to a meal after being pressured. During dinner, Cen Xiaoying mentioned her interest in shooting but lamented not having the chance to handle firearms. Remembering his newfound benefactor, Li Bing agreed to take her to the shooting club where he could rack up expenses without charge.
"However, I can't shake the feeling that something is off! How did it end up involving such a big player?" Fang Lin Kong was skeptical of Li Bing's explanation. Since it was now linked to him and the club's boss was no ordinary person, the implications behind this situation were worth investigating. However, looking at Li Bing’s demeanor, Fang Lin Kong realized he wouldn’t get any more information from him.
Ding Chifeng was considered quite wealthy in human society. The businesses under the Chifeng Army were spread across several cities in Northeast China. This shooting club primarily served as a training ground for his subordinates, hence its remote location.
After changing buses three times, they finally arrived at their destination. Upon seeing the luxurious club building, Fang Lin Kong couldn’t help but sigh inwardly: "It’s good to be rich!"
The shooting club covered several acres and its exterior was already impressive; surprisingly few people were there for leisure, making it feel very tranquil. Although Ding Chifeng wasn’t present today, the club staff still greeted them warmly.
After notifying security, a beautiful female manager hurried out to welcome Li Bing. She clearly recognized him and smiled without hesitation as she said, "Hello everyone! I’m Zhang Yun, responsible for this place. Mr. Ding instructed us that whenever Mr. Li comes by, we should reserve our best Range Four for you. This is Mr. Ding’s private range and is not open to the public."
As she extended her delicate hand towards Li Bing with a smile, he returned it lightly. Meanwhile, Fang Lin Kong and the others received only a faint smile from her. Zhang Yun then turned back to attend to Li Bing.
Seeing how much attention Zhang Yun gave Li Bing made Wen Yi and the others feel disgruntled. It was clear that Ding Chifeng valued Li Bing’s abilities and had instructed his staff to treat him with special care. Such an expert was worth befriending; Fang Lin Kong’s group seemed like mere add-ons.
Fang Lin Kong felt something was amiss but when he stepped into Range Four located ten meters underground and saw a shooter clad in a black priest robe, his doubts suddenly found focus.
"Oren Vikin! What is he doing here?"
Fang Lin Kong and his three companions recognized this notorious killer all too well. If it hadn’t been for Li Bing saving them back then, all four might have perished at the hands of this expert from the Demon Hunting Team.
The beautiful manager Zhang Yun maintained her cheerful demeanor as she ignored Fang Lin Kong and his friends' expressions and lightly said, "This is our club's newly hired shooting coach, Mr. Vigin. Please feel free to chat with him; I’ll take my leave now." With that said, Zhang Yun shook hands with Li Bing again before gracefully departing.
Watching the graceful figure of the person walking away, Li Bing's eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp gleam. He then turned his head and began chatting and laughing with Fang Lin Kong and the others. Noticing the change in Li Bing's expression, Fang Lin Kong increasingly felt that this Zhang Yun was not simple at all.
Wen Yi was the first to be unable to tolerate the strange atmosphere. He shouted loudly at Oren Vikin, who remained indifferent and focused on shooting, "What do you want, foreigner? Why are you causing us trouble again?"
Although Fang Lin Kong trusted Li Bing, in this situation, he instinctively positioned himself in front of Ding Qingya and signaled the five girls not to disperse. Cen Xiaoying was the first to lose patience with their nervousness. She gave a light slap on the head of Ma Jingjie, who was closest to her, and said softly, "What are you all doing? We're just here to have some fun. Why does everyone look like they've seen an enemy? Do you know that foreigner?"
Just as the unfortunate Ma Jingjie was about to explain his grievances, Oren Vikin tossed aside his pistol with a wave of his hand and turned around. He nodded slightly to Li Bing before saying seriously, "I've already explained the misunderstanding from last time to Mr. Li. As for today, I have something else to discuss with you."
At this point, Oren Vikin smiled slightly and said to Ding Qingya and Cen Xiaoying along with the other three girls, "Since you're here to learn shooting, why don't we chat while we play? Over there are some shooting equipment for you to choose from. Let's go pick out some firearms from the armory first, and then we can regroup later."
Despite having many questions, Oren Vikin's demeanor was indeed remarkable; not only was he exceptionally handsome, but his tone was also friendly and approachable. This immediately dissipated Cen Xiaoying and the others' hostility. Excited at the thought of being able to shoot soon, the girls chattered happily as they headed toward the equipment room.
Fang Lin Kong waved at Ding Qingya to indicate that he was fine. Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward and followed Oren Vikin into another room. Naturally, Wen Yi, Ma Jingjie, and Chen Mingbin followed suit. Only Li Bing remained still; for him, there was no need for further explanation about things he already understood.
"Wow! So many weapons! And they’re all top-notch!"
Upon entering the armory, both Wen Yi and Ma Jingjie couldn't help but exclaim in awe. As boys of this age, even if they weren't weapon enthusiasts, they had played enough Counter-Strike to have some knowledge about various firearms.
The armory spanned a full twenty square meters. The walls were lined with racks filled with various handguns, revolvers, rifles, and submachine guns; aside from heavy weaponry, it had a complete range of light and submachine guns.
Seeing the expressions of the four boys, Oren Vikin laughed heartily and shook his head as he said, "This time I asked Li Bing to contact you all because I wanted you to join the Demon Hunting Team and become Demon Hunters."
"Hunters! What does a Demon Hunter do? Is it dangerous? How much is the salary? Can we get visas for several countries? Do we have diplomatic immunity..." Wen Yi appeared extremely excited by Oren Vikin's proposal and bombarded him with a barrage of questions.
Fang Lin Kong pushed aside Wen Yi, who was lost in fantasies, and coldly told Oren Vikin, "We're just ordinary people; we can't engage in killing activities. Unfortunately, I cannot agree to your request."
Upon hearing this, Wen Yi felt very dissatisfied with Fang Lin Kong's unilateral decision. However, under the tugging of Chen Mingbin and Ma Jingjie, he held back from speaking up.
Oren Vikin seemed unfazed by Fang Lin Kong's rejection and began explaining everything about being a Demon Hunter on his own.
"Demon Hunters are not as dangerous as you might think. In fact, most of the creatures we deal with are harmless and weak. Our purpose is not to kill indiscriminately, but rather to correct their misbehavior. Most demons in this world abide by the law, and when they occasionally break human laws, a large number of Demon Hunters will be dispatched to capture them; we do not venture out alone."
"Moreover, there is something you need to understand: demons tend to target humans with spiritual energy. Consuming such humans can significantly enhance their own power. This is also why I invited you to join our ranks; it is for your own protection," Oren Vikin said with a calm smile directed at Wen Yi.
"Private Demon Hunters receive rewards based on the missions they undertake. However, our Demon Hunting Team has a fixed annual salary, and we also provide allowances for mission work. Additionally, our team covers all expenses related to equipment and training for our members. For instance, if you wish to further your studies at any university in Europe in the future, we will handle your visa and costs."
"Such great benefits! Can you be more specific?"
Seeing Wen Yi's eyes light up with excitement, Fang Lin Kong had no choice but to step aside. He casually picked up a peculiar handgun from the rack and began fiddling with it, choosing not to speak further.
Chen Mingbin asked calmly, "Do we belong to those with spiritual energy?" He slowly raised his head and looked at Oren Vikin. "After being possessed by those evil spirits, we did gain some unusual abilities. For example, I..."
Chen Mingbin slightly opened his palm, and a tiny whirlwind formed in his hand. "I can only manipulate this small amount of airflow," he said, looking steadily at Oren Vikin. "Aside from Fang Lin Kong, who has no abilities, Wen Yi can control fire, and Ma Jingjie can generate electricity. However, our powers are quite weak and practically useless. We also don't know when they might disappear. Does this count as spiritual energy?"
Wen Yi and Ma Jingjie both listened intently, waiting for Oren Vikin's response.
"The way your Eastern psychics manifest their powers is quite different from ours in the West. Our extraordinary abilities are divided into three main systems: Holy Power, which derives from religious mental training; Magic, which comes from natural forces; and Alchemy, which is based on mysterious knowledge. I believe you would fit well within the Natural Magic system; with practice, your powers could grow stronger."
Oren Vikin gestured with his fingers, forming a ball of flame in his palm. He smiled wryly as he said, "I cultivate a form of spiritual power derived from the divine; my understanding of magic is limited. The only spell I can perform is this basic Fireball technique."
He flicked his hand lightly, sending the small fireball crashing into the ground, creating a fist-sized hole that burned into the surface. Wen Yi was astonished; the power of his flames was far inferior to Oren Vikin's magic. Confronted with such a personal demonstration from Oren Vikin, Wen Yi immediately felt an urge to seek him as a mentor.
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