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Chapter 100: Chapter 98: Tactical Ability, Extraordinary Guidance
Late at night, under the dim yellow light.
A black pistol and a uniquely designed butterfly knife lay on the table.
Fang Cheng picked up the gun and clicked it multiple times.
He skillfully checked the chamber, which was empty.
Then he pressed the magazine release, disassembled the magazine, and removed the bullets inside.
After that.
He pressed each bullet back into the magazine and reinserted it back into the magazine well.
Repeating this process several times, he ensured that each bullet was correctly loaded, successfully completing the chambering action.
Fang Cheng felt slightly reassured, and once again emptied the bullets from the magazine.
Next, he took out three fully-loaded magazines he had purchased earlier.
Now, he was ready to practice the rapid tactical magazine change technique that was closer to actual combat.
He held the gun grip with his right hand, squinting as he aimed forward.
His left hand quickly picked up a new magazine from the table, then used his palm to fiercely push against the magazine release of the firearm.
As the release was pushed, the empty magazine loosened and he forcibly inserted the new magazine.
At the same time, his index and middle fingers clasped the unloaded old magazine, and the new magazine was fitted into place, ready to fire.
This action greatly tested the shooter’s reaction speed and finger agility.
Its main purpose was to ensure that the firearm could maintain continuous firing.
Fang Cheng practiced this movement repeatedly, growing more proficient and comfortable with each iteration.
Eventually, in less than a second, he managed to complete the entire sequence of unloading and reloading the magazine.
Satisfied, he slightly nodded and looked at the faint blue screen that appeared before him. 𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙥𝒖𝒃.𝒄𝒐𝒎
[Gun Skill Experience +30]
Changing magazines is a fundamental skill in shooting, important in real combat for enhancing combat power and ensuring personal safety.
Of course, it also greatly increases Gun Skill Experience.
After completing this training, Fang Cheng set down the gun and then gripped the butterfly knife’s handle.
Whoosh!
A cold light flashed, and the blade instantly unfolded like a butterfly’s wings, rapidly and deftly spinning several circles around his fingertips.
"One, two, three, four..."
Fang Cheng counted softly, his gaze sweeping forward like electricity.
It was as if he saw multiple thugs emerging, rushing towards him with fierce expressions.
Suddenly, his right foot kicked out, his left foot swiftly stepped forward in a lunge, stabbing the first man.
Then he twisted his body, turned his hips, lowered his head, switched hands, and the blade horizontally sliced open another person.
The cold light flickered continuously, the attacks from the butterfly knife were both fierce and cunningly unpredictable.
Just like that, Fang Cheng began practicing close-combat with short weapons in a confined space.
For a moment, the bedroom seemed to be filled with the winds from the knife, the howling sounds incessant.
About half an hour later.
Fang Cheng sheathed his knife and stood still, his gaze focusing on the notification that appeared before him.
[You have completed the first multi-opponent combat simulation, Skill Experience +20]
His gaze shifted to the Skill Panel:
[Blade Technique lv0 (36/100)]
Fang Cheng shook his head slightly, exhaling softly.
As there were many skills requiring practice, the progress of Blade Technique had been significantly slow.
It seemed he needed to speed up in the future, at least to break through to expert level first.
Only then could he cope with the potentially more unpredictable real combat scenarios in the future.
Especially when facing threats from a large gang organization.
Thinking this, Fang Cheng glanced at the alarm clock.
10:06.
It was already very late, time to wash up and sleep.
There was intense physical training scheduled for the next morning.
He couldn’t afford to delay a day, not to mention two days.
After a quick wash, Fang Cheng turned off the lights, climbed into bed, and burrowed smoothly into his blankets.
Then his eyelids closed, and soon his breathing became steady, his consciousness gradually slipping into sleep.
After each skill practice and gaining experience, his sleep quality was always exceptionally sweet.
However.
This time, it felt slightly different.
In a drowsy haze.
Fang Cheng thought he heard a very gentle voice calling him into the dreamland.
Gradually, he fell into a deep sleep.
Yet, his consciousness seemed particularly clear, aware that he was dreaming.
It seemed he saw countless brainwaves flowing past him, floating in the city’s night sky.
With a slight thought, Fang Cheng too, floated along those waves, rising into the air.
Glide between tall buildings, flying over the colorful neon signs, circling above the brightly lit interchanges.
Just as he surveyed the city’s numerous scattered lights from a high vantage point.
Suddenly, a kind of vowel sound rang out.
All the surroundings abruptly shattered.
Fang Cheng felt as though he returned to the Primordial age depicted by the Original Vowel, watching again as the ancient people tirelessly paved the way for civilization.
After a short moment.
In the blink of an eye, he found himself entering that mysterious and unpredictable different space.
Boundless darkness, pervasive grey mist, stars, fireflies, and malevolent beings all hidden within.
Illusions constantly evolved.
Fortunately, there was still a guiding light in front of his eyes, ensuring his consciousness did not become lost.
Gradually, Fang Cheng felt a slight weariness in his spirit.
Finally, he truly entered the complete void of dark dreams.
.........
The following day.
The sun was bright and trees provided shade.
East Capital University, the multimedia teaching building.
"Human consciousness is like the tip of an iceberg floating on the sea, visible and straightforward, yet the subconscious is the real world beneath the tip. The depth of the sea is immeasurable, so is the depth of the subconscious."
"The images we see in our dreams are sporadic manifestations of the subconscious..."
On the podium, a female teacher in a dress suit, graceful in posture, was delivering a lecture on psychology.
"Ancient people had realized this and tried to reach this vast, real world and obtain various inspirations beyond reality through meditation, yoga, or lucid dreaming."
"The famous psychologist Freud even described it as ’the strong telekinetic re-emergence of the subconscious.’"
At this point, the teacher paused with a smile, looking at the many students below.
"If any of you find you have this ability, you should develop it, you might even become a Transcendent..."
Laughter rippled through the classroom.
Ding-ding-ding—
The class quickly ended.
The female teacher was sorting out lecture notes on the podium while the students crowded around, asking questions.
Many male students used this opportunity to show off their knowledge in an attempt to demonstrate their unique insights and charms.
Yet their gazes continually drifted toward the delicate beauty of the female teacher.
Her loosely curled bob was clean and fresh.
Her dark, natural thick eyebrows and dark eyes, even behind glasses, couldn’t hide their brightness.
Her lips were rosy, slightly pursed, her every smile and frown carried a naturally enticing charm.
Her body, wrapped in a white sweater, was full and shapely without being skinny.
Her gray dress might seem a bit stiff and old-fashioned, but the pair of beautiful legs in nude stockings brought the overall impression back to perfection.
It was natural that such an attractive female teacher could become the dream girl of many young male students.
Suddenly, a series of cell phone rings pierced the air.
"Sorry, I still have things to handle, let’s talk next class."
The beautiful teacher took out her phone, picked up her lecture notes, and turned to leave.
She was accustomed to the gazes around her and carried herself with ease and grace.
.........
East Capital University, at the entrance.
Fang Cheng, hands in his pockets, wearing a backpack, stood under the sun, slightly lost in thought.
Pairs of lovers passed by in front of him.
From time to time, the glances of some girls fell upon him.
Having left school almost two years ago, the feeling was still familiar, yet his mood was different.
Suddenly, he noticed a woman in a sweater dress with a graceful figure walking towards him.
Fang Cheng immediately collected his thoughts, straightened his expression, and walked forward to greet her.
"Miss Lin, thank you for your help."
While speaking, he took out a voice recorder hidden in his bag and handed it to Lin Chuqiao.
Lin Chuqiao smoothed her wind-blown hair with her hand and smiled:
"This information is not so important to me, you don’t need to rush to return it."
"It’s fine, I’ve already recorded a copy."
Seeing Fang Cheng say this, Lin Chuqiao took the voice recorder, then asked:
"How is your learning going? Have you gained any inspiration?"
Fang Cheng nodded:
"I have some insights, but I need some time to digest them."
"The most important part of learning is to quiet your mind and exclude distractions. I suggest you try some meditation in your spare time."
Lin Chuqiao also nodded slightly, offering guidance.
The two chatted briefly before saying goodbye.
"I have some errands to run, I’ll leave first. We’ll be in touch later."
Watching Fang Cheng turn to leave, Lin Chuqiao’s lips moved slightly, and she suddenly called out, "Fang Cheng, look into my eyes."
Fang Cheng turned around and looked at her, somewhat puzzled.
After a long gaze, he asked, "What’s up?"
Lin Chuqiao was indeed very beautiful.
Her large, Persian cat-like eyes were captivating, even through the lens, one could feel their allure.
But the blink of her eyes seemed somewhat seductive, making the atmosphere slightly awkward.
"Uh, nothing... I just wanted to remind you to be careful on the road."
Lin Chuqiao’s eyes twinkled, her face flushed slightly.
"Thanks for your concern."
Fang Cheng waved at her and strode towards a taxi parked across the street.
"Bye, be careful when crossing the street, stay safe..."
Lin Chuqiao called out while squinting her eyes, watching Fang Cheng’s departing figure.
Her face seemed calm, but her heart was like a surging wave.
The charm technique she had secretly used seemed to have no effect on this man.
Combined with the two previous failed attempts to guide, it made her doubt and hard to fathom.
Lin Chuqiao’s eyebrows furrowed slightly as she flipped open the lecture notes in her arms.
Then, she revealed a piece of drawing paper tucked inside.
There was a drawing of a man sitting at a library table, turning the pages of a book.
The surroundings were blurred, but his facial features were clear.
He vaguely resembled Fang Cheng.
.........
Lingang District.
Near a certain commercial street near the second-hand market.
This area was relatively popular in the vicinity, gathering various entertainments and dining places.
But now it was daytime, and it appeared rather quiet.
Fang Cheng stepped out of the taxi, tightened his backpack, and looked up at the sauna club not far away.
A few thuggish-looking guys were squatting at the door, smoking and chatting.
