99: Chapter 99 Tactical Abilities, Extraordinary Guidance

Chapter 99: Tactical Ability, Supernatural Guidance

Late at night, under dim yellow light.

On the table lay a pitch-black pistol and a uniquely shaped butterfly knife.

Fang Cheng picked up the gun and clicked it a few times in succession.

He skillfully checked the chamber and locked the slide back.

Then he pressed the magazine release, removed the magazine, and took out the bullets inside.

After that.

He pressed these bullets back into the magazine one by one and reinserted the magazine into the magazine well.

Repeating this process a few times ensured that every bullet was loaded correctly, successfully completing the chambering action.

Fang Cheng felt slightly more at ease and emptied the bullets from the magazine once more.

Subsequently, he took out three fully loaded magazines he had purchased earlier.

Next, he prepared to practice rapid tactical reloading techniques closer to actual combat.

He gripped the pistol handle with his right hand and narrowed his eyes to aim forward.

His left hand quickly picked up the new magazine from the table, and then his palm supported it to forcefully push against the magazine release on the firearm.

As it was pushed open, the empty magazine loosened, and the new magazine shoved forward.

Simultaneously, his index and middle fingers clamped onto the detached old magazine, while the new magazine smoothly slid into place, entering a ready-to-fire state.

This action could be said to severely test a gunman's reaction speed and finger dexterity.

Its primary purpose was to ensure that the firearm in hand maintained a continuous firing state as much as possible.

Fang Cheng practiced repeatedly over a dozen times, his technique becoming increasingly skilled and effortless.

Until it took less than a second to complete the entire process of detaching and reloading the magazine.

Only then did he nod slightly with satisfaction and look at the pale blue light screen floating before him.

[ Marksmanship Experience + 30 ]

Reloading was a basic shooting skill, playing an important role in combat effectiveness enhancement and personal safety in actual combat.

Of course, it could also greatly increase Marksmanship experience.

After completing this training, Fang Cheng put down the gun and then grasped the hilt of the butterfly knife.

Swish!

A cold flash of light appeared, and the blade instantly unfolded like a butterfly's wings, spinning rapidly and nimbly around his fingertips several times.

"One, two, three, four..."

Fang Cheng counted softly, his gaze sweeping forward like lightning.

It was as if he saw the figures of multiple thugs emerge, pouncing forward with ferocious postures.

His right foot suddenly kicked off, his left foot leaped out with brisk strides, and with a stepping thrust, he hit one person first.

Immediately twisting his body and turning his hips, lowering his head and switching hands, the blade slashed horizontally, disemboweling another person.

The cold light flashed continuously, and the offensive of the butterfly knife was both fierce and ruthless, as well as tricky and deceitful.

Just like that, Fang Cheng began practicing close-quarters unarmed combat with short weapons in a confined space.

For a time, a succession of blade winds seemed to whip up inside the bedroom, with non-stop whistling sounds.

About half an hour later.

Fang Cheng withdrew his blade and stood still, staring intently at the prompt information appearing before him.

[ You have completed a simulated actual combat against multiple opponents for the first time, skill experience + 20 ]

Shifting his gaze, he looked at the skill panel:

[ Blade Technique lv0 (36 / 100) ]

Fang Cheng shook his head slightly and let out a soft breath.

Because there were many skills that needed practice, Blade Technique had been delayed for a long time, and its progress seemed a bit slow.

It seemed he would need to speed things up a bit in the future, at least breaking through to the Expert level first.

Only then could he cope with the increasingly volatile and unpredictable actual combat environment that might occur in the future.

Especially when facing the threat of a numerous Gang organization.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng glanced at the alarm clock.

10:06.

It was already very late, time to wash up and go to sleep.

There was even more important physical training tomorrow morning.

He must not delay for a day, only to continue delaying for two more days.

After a simple wash, Fang Cheng turned off the lights, went to bed, and nimbly slipped under the covers.

Then, closing his eyelids, his breathing soon became steady, and his consciousness gradually drifted into dreamland.

Every time he practiced skills and maxed out his experience, his sleep quality was always exceptionally sweet.

However.

This time, it felt slightly different.

In his groggy state, Fang Cheng.

Seemed to hear a very gentle voice calling him into his dream.

Gradually, he fell fast asleep.

Yet his consciousness felt exceptionally clear, knowing distinctly that he was dreaming.

It was as if he saw countless brainwaves flowing past his eyes one by one, floating in the night sky of the city.

Fang Cheng's mind stirred slightly, and his whole body drifted along with those electric waves, floating up.

Shuttling between skyscrapers, leaping over colorful neon signs, and hovering over brilliant overpasses.

Just as he overlooked the dotted lights of the city from high altitude.

Suddenly, a sound rang out.

All the scenery around him shattered instantly.

Fang Cheng felt as though he had returned to the primordial era presented by the Primal Mother Vowel, once again watching the process of the early people enduring hardships and pioneering civilization.

Before long.

In the blink of an eye, he found himself entering that unfathomable different dimension space once again.

Darkness was boundless, gray fog filled the air, and stars, fireflies, and evil entities were all hidden within.

The illusions evolved continuously.

Fortunately, there was still a speck of light guiding him before his eyes, preventing his consciousness from getting lost here.

Gradually, Fang Cheng's mind felt slightly fatigued.

Finally, he truly entered a dreamland of complete nothingness and darkness.

...

The next day.

The sun was bright, and the green trees were shady.

Dongdu University, multimedia teaching building.

"Human consciousness is like the tip of an iceberg floating on the sea—exposed and straightforward. However, the subconscious is the real world beneath the tip. Just as the depth of the sea is unmeasurable, the depth of the subconscious is equally unmeasurable."

"The images in our dreams are usually just the accidental manifestations of the subconscious..."

On the podium, a female teacher wearing a skirt set and possessing an alluring figure spoke in a melodious voice, teaching a psychology class.

"The ancients actually realized this long ago, trying to use Meditation, yoga, or lucid dreaming to contact this vast and real world and obtain various inspirations that transcend reality."

"The famous psychologist Freud even called it 'the strong ideomotor reproduction of the subconscious'."

At this point, the female teacher paused her tone, smiling gently as she looked at the many students below the platform.

"If any of you students find yourselves with this ability, you can develop it well; perhaps there is hope of becoming an extraordinary being, who knows..."

A burst of light laughter broke out instantly in the classroom.

Jingle bell——

A class ended very quickly.

The female teacher organized her lecture notes on the podium, and students immediately swarmed around, asking questions one after another.

Among them, quite a few male students used this method to show off their knowledge, attempting to display their own extraordinary speech and insights.

Between their words, their gazes constantly drifted toward the female teacher's exquisite appearance.

She had fluffy, slightly curled shoulder-length short hair that looked fresh and clean.

Natural thick eyebrows and black pupils; even wearing glasses could not hide the brightness of her gaze.

Her lips were ruddy and lightly pursed, and every smile of hers had a very natural, alluring charm.

A large white sweater wrapped around her plump and well-proportioned body, not the least bit bony.

Although the gray skirt set looked a bit serious and old-fashioned, that pair of beautiful legs in flesh-colored silk stockings pulled the evaluation score back to a full ten out of ten.

It was only natural that such a rare and beautiful teacher could become the dream lover of many young boys.

Suddenly, a string of cell phone ringtones sounded.

"I'm sorry, I still have some things to attend to. Let's chat next class."

The beautiful teacher took out her phone from her bag, picked up her lecture notes, and turned to leave immediately.

She had long been accustomed to the prying gazes around her, remaining calm and generous.

...

Dongdu University, school gate.

Fang Cheng stood in the sunlight with his hands in his pockets and his bag on his back, staring blankly ahead.

Couples walking in pairs passed by him one after another.

From time to time, the gazes of girls stealing glances fell upon him.

Having left school for nearly two years, it was still a familiar feeling, yet with a different state of mind.

Suddenly, he noticed a graceful woman wearing a sweater skirt set walking toward this side.

Fang Cheng immediately reined in his thoughts, straightened his expression, and stepped forward to greet her.

"Young Miss Lin, thank you for your help."

As he spoke, he took out the recording pen hidden in his bag and handed it to Lin Chuqiao.

Lin Chuqiao raised her hand to brush aside the hair blown messy by the wind, smiling as she said:

"This material is not that 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 recording pen and then asked:

"How is your study going? Did you get any inspiration?"

Fang Cheng nodded:

"I have some slight comprehension and need to digest it slowly for a period of time."

"The most important thing in learning is to calm your mind and eliminate distracting thoughts. I suggest you try practicing Meditation and self-cultivation in your spare time."

Lin Chuqiao also nodded slightly, offering guidance.

The two chatted briefly and then said their goodbyes.

"I still have some things to handle, so I'll leave first. We'll keep in touch later."

Watching Fang Cheng turn around and prepare to leave.

Lin Chuqiao's lips moved slightly, and she suddenly called out, "Fang Cheng, look into my eyes."

Fang Cheng looked back, staring at her in some astonishment.

After looking for a long time, he asked, "What's wrong?"

Lin Chuqiao was indeed very pretty.

Those large Persian cat-like eyes flickered with brilliant light, looking around with boundless charm, and through her lenses, one could feel the allure within.

It was just that her eyelids blinked repeatedly, as if she were seducing him.

Making the atmosphere rather awkward.

"Uh, it's nothing... I just wanted to remind you to pay attention to safety on the road."

Lin Chuqiao's gaze flickered, her face suddenly turning slightly red.

"Thanks for your concern."

Fang Cheng waved at her, then took big strides toward a taxi parked opposite.

"Bye-bye, pay attention to oncoming traffic when crossing the street, and stay safe, oh..."

Lin Chuqiao shouted, narrowing her eyes slightly, gazing at Fang Cheng's departing back.

Her expression seemed calm, but her heart surged like a wave.

The charm spell she had secretly cast just now actually seemed to have no effect on this man.

Adding the previous two failed guidances, it left her alarmed, uncertain, and hard to fathom.

Lin Chuqiao's willow brows couldn't help but furrow slightly as she opened the lecture notes held in her arms.

Then, she revealed a piece of drawing paper sandwiched within.

On it was drawn a man sitting at a library desk, turning pages with both hands.

The surrounding background was blurred and generalized, with only his facial features being relatively clear.

Vaguely, he looked somewhat similar to Fang Cheng.

...

Linggang District.

A certain commercial street near the secondhand market.

This was considered a relatively popular area nearby, gathering many various entertainment and dining venues.

Only, being daytime, it appeared rather deserted.

Fang Cheng walked out of the taxi, tightened the cross-body bag on his back, and looked up at the sauna club not far away.

A few punky-looking guys who looked like hoodlums were squatting at the entrance, smoking and bragging.