The strongest magician who started as a hunter

Chapter 7 Shooting × No Lower Limit

In fact, in the twelve years he has been a conjurer, this is the first time that You has taken action against ordinary people.

You silently reminisced...recollecting the frivolous touch on his fist just now, his thoughts flooded with thoughts.

To put it figuratively, it is like the feeling of an athlete who is keen on running the 100-meter race. He has just taken a step and ran a few meters away, and is suddenly stopped by the referee's whistle.

Still unfinished...

You didn't get any pleasure from the punch just now. Instead, you got a lot of regrets, and his face was full of melancholy.

"This guy... is too weak."

Looking at the short-haired man lying on the ground like a pile of rotten flesh outside the house, You commented like this.

That punch before.

In order not to cause trouble, You did not use all his strength, but only gathered a small part of the curse power, and punched with only half the force. Even so, the power was still full.

In the noodle shop,

A man in black finally came to his senses, with a face full of fear, and shouted loudly towards You:

"You...who are you?!"

As he spoke, the man held the crowbar tightly with both hands, and his hands, feet, and mouth couldn't help but tremble.

After all, in the scene just now, I believe anyone with a brain can tell that the other person is no ordinary person.

Martial arts master? A person with super powers?

Even monsters disguised as humans.

No matter what kind of existence it is, it is obviously not someone ordinary people like them can deal with.

In silence,

You recovered the magic power attached to his fists and soles of his feet and calmed down the scattered energy all over his body.

Nowadays, he is still unable to maintain the energy in a "tangled" state while using the magic power. The more he uses the magic power concentratedly, the more scattered the energy becomes. Vice versa.

If you can maintain the "entangling" or even higher-level skills while attaching the strengthening effect of the spell to it, and at the same time cooperate with the attraction effect of the spell, I believe that the power of the fist may be comparable to that of a small missile.

"But it's a pity that I am a materialization and transformation type... the strengthening type of combat mode will not be the direction of my study.

How to develop my thoughts into what I need more is the key to my becoming stronger.

Instead of... fists. "

You clearly understood your own advantages and didn't think much about it.

He came back to his senses, glanced at the people around him indifferently, and said calmly:

"The name...it's meaningless to tell you."

"No one will actively introduce his or her name to someone who is lower in status or weaker than him or her.

Of course, I don't want to know your names either. Because in my eyes, you are just a bunch of fish. "

After that, You looked around, swept the remaining four people from left to right, and said:

"Give you two choices..."

“Either run away now and don’t cause trouble again.

Either go together, I'm too lazy to waste time..."

Hearing this, a man in black beside you showed a fierce expression and gritted his teeth and said:

"Boy, don't bully others too much!"

He didn't know when he had a pistol in his hand. At this moment, the muzzle of the gun was pointed at You's head, and his fingertip was on the trigger.

There was barely too much hesitation.

The man pulled the trigger and made a crisp sound.

"boom----"

As the muzzle flash suddenly appeared, a copper-colored bullet wrapped in a coat of flames made a red and yellow streak in the air.

The bullet hit You's head.

At a distance of only about two meters, it can be said that everything happened in an instant.

Even before the expressions on their faces could change, the outcome of the incident had already occurred.

But...the current result.

But it was beyond everyone's expectation.

I saw that the fire of the bullet began to dissipate, and the speed was as slow as a turtle, as if it was trapped in an invisible quagmire.

Stay about ten centimeters to the side of You's head, and don't move even an inch.

Everyone can see the trajectory of the bullet clearly with the naked eye.

Until the young man raised his hand and held the bullet floating in the air at his fingertips.

Only then did everyone react.

It’s not that time slows down…

But the bullet stopped.

…

"how did you do that?!"

The arrogant arrogance on the face of the man who had fired earlier was completely gone, and he exclaimed with fear on his face.

"Have you ever heard of the paradox of 'Achilles and the Tortoise'? The principle is the same..."

He asked with a sad smile.

When the moment when the "bullet hits" is cut, no matter how hard it works in the remaining time, the bullet will just keep getting closer to the target, but it will never actually hit the target.

This is one of the effects of the "unlimited spell" he possesses, a spell barrier called "infinite".

Using yourself as the target of the spell, covering the body surface with the "spell" itself can make all units that try to get close to you slower and slower as they get closer.

Until time stops like this moment.

However, although the bullet cannot make contact, worry itself can actively contact the target.

It's a very bad effect.

In front of everyone, You held the bullet in his fingertips and exerted pressure with the leaked spell power.

The bullet was easily crushed into a piece of copper.

He threw it on the ground casually.

"Weird, monster!!"

The scene before him completely penetrated the psychological defense of the man with the gun, and he couldn't help shouting.

As his steps moved back unconsciously, the gun in his hand also fell off with violent twitching of his hands.

It hit the ground with a "pop" sound.

…

Obviously a victim.

But the look on everyone's face now, with innocent worries on their faces, makes them feel like they are the perpetrators.

"It was obviously the bullet that struck first..."

You glanced at the man who kept retreating, and didn't think much more about it.

He walked forward calmly, picked up the pistol from the ground, and used the same method to twist the barrel into a twist.

"Aren't you planning to escape?"

"Or...are you going to wait for me to take action?"

You Qing's cold voice seemed to be a reminder.

It touched the extremely tense nerves of several people.

Several strong men in black ran away after hearing the sound. They all wished they had more legs, and they almost forgot about the short-haired man lying on the ground not far away.

Seeing that the few people had not run far away, Youyou still stood at the door and shouted to them with his hands as trumpets:

"Remember! Don't let me see you again in the future!!"

"otherwise……"

You didn't finish his words, he just used the magic power to crush the pistol in his hand into a ball again, making as loud a noise as possible.

All imagination was left to the few people who escaped.

…

Back to the noodle shop,

Worry glanced at Maldo, who looked blank in the store, as if nothing had happened, and said apologetically:

"Mate... I will compensate, but I have to wait a few days."

You didn't know when to open your eyes and looked at the old man with clear eyes.

Hearing this, Mardo recovered slightly from the shock just now.

The old man looked at the blue eyes of the young man in front of him and murmured:

"It turns out he's not blind..."

To be honest, after seeing the incredible scene just now, it is absolutely impossible to say that there is no fear in my heart.

Just thinking that the other person was standing up for himself, and the other person's calm demeanor at the moment, the fear was diluted a little.

The look on Maldo's face seemed to indicate that he had a lot to say, but when he opened his mouth, the sound was stuck in his throat and could not be squeezed out.

He originally wanted to ask the boy about his true identity.

But after thinking about it, I decided to forget about it.

Even if you know this kind of thing, it will not be good for you.

Thinking of this, Maldo just smiled and said:

"Your noodles are cold...I'll make you another one."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

Keyou reached out to hold him, shook his head, and asked:

"Compared to this... who are those guys just now?"

Maldo was silent for a while and explained:

"Those are mafia people."

"But...it's more like some street gangsters than the mafia. They help the people above, collect debts, and do dirty things that no one wants to do."

"Including human trafficking?" You didn't forget what those guys mentioned.

"That's right." Maldo nodded.

"Every year they find some homeless people that no one cares about, or sell people who owe money but can't pay back to auctions, or even trade their organs."

“I borrowed a lot of money from them a few years ago to treat my wife’s illness.

But unlike other people, with my body like this, it would be difficult for them to squeeze anything out of me even if they wanted to...

The rest... this store is still worth a trip for them. "

Maldo looked at You:

“However, after you just took action, they probably won’t come back for a long time.

Those guys in the mafia are all very vindictive, and there is a high probability that you will be targeted.

So, after finishing this bowl of noodles, you'd better leave here as soon as possible. "

After saying that, Maldo turned around and walked towards the inner compartment, leaving behind a sentence:

"I still have a few valuable things here, wait for me a moment..."

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