Chapter 11

"Roar!" The small leader of the Special Task Force leaped out from the shrubs, bellowing in anger.

His eyes fiercely fixed on Du Nan, his fighting spirit raging.

"Captain?" The other two Special Task Force members looked anxious; they did not want the situation to escalate. Although this was a civilian area, a death was no different from a chicken's. However, Du Nan's martial prowess had already instilled a severe sense of crisis in them.

He was too confident.

Could a young genius like this not have a powerful backer? Any normal person would think so! Who would believe that a poor person could train their physical techniques to such a high level, especially in this impoverished area where people barely had enough to eat? If he had no one behind him, would he dare to beat up Special Task Force members?

"Come!" Du Nan smiled, waving his hand as if to say: If you have the courage, let's play.

Seeing this, the Special Task Force captain's anger intensified.

His fists clenched, the muscles in his arms bulging. His fierce stance was several times more intimidating than before. In his rage, the captain did not lose his intelligence, thinking: In this lawless, impoverished area, there's no fear in how one acts. As long as no one dies, even if this kid has someone backing him, I can handle it.

"You asked for it." The Special Task Force captain roared, launching a furious punch at Du Nan. In that instant, he had the momentum of a charging bull.

Du Nan was slightly surprised.

He thought, this must be some scientific method, the effect of gene optimization. Unfortunately, this power was still far from enough. Du Nan's smile remained unchanged as he caught the captain's wild punch with one hand. The ground beneath his feet cracked, but he did not take a single step back. Looking at the captain's shocked eyes, Du Nan felt no pride, gently gripping the captain's fist.

With a single swing, he threw the captain back into the shrubs, landing in the exact same spot.

Everyone was stunned.

The image of the genius scholar in their minds instantly collapsed. Instead, he transformed into a prehistoric tyrannosaurus, his ferocity unmatched, making people dare not look him in the eye. The teachers retreated another dozen steps, worried that this student might go berserk and create a bloody mess.

"Second-level physical technique?" The Special Task Force captain got up, all fighting spirit gone, and asked.

"Do you have a problem with that?" Du Nan countered.

"I dare not. I am Zhang Hao, the squad leader of the Fifth Special Task Force in Jiangnan." Zhang Hao brushed off the twigs and leaves, his fighting spirit completely extinguished, and smiled kindly: "We came to investigate Kong Qingyuan's accomplices. The authorities have already proven the fifth magic ability, and now they are revoking the charges. So..."

"What does that have to do with me?" Du Nan laughed.

He thought, revoking charges? More like digging a deeper hole. Proving the fifth magic ability is just a trick to fool children.

If you admit to being Kong Qingyuan's companion now, you're dead.

Zhang Hao smiled, thinking it's best if you're not involved, and said: "It's fine, this matter has nothing to do with you. We saw someone using a gun in public, so we stepped in to stop it. We didn't expect this civilian school to have a physical technique genius. Fifteen or sixteen years old, second-level physical technique, this is rare even in military academies."

"Really?"

Old Zhou appeared in time, interrupting before Du Nan could speak. He stepped forward and asked curiously: "Captain Zhang, are you joking? The military academy in Baiquan City has many geniuses. I heard someone reached second-level physical technique at eleven. Captain Zhang, are you saying I was deceived by an old friend, and this never happened?"

"Ah." Zhang Hao was taken aback.

With an authority figure present, Zhang Hao couldn't speak nonsense: "Old Zhou, you're joking. Who could deceive you? There are indeed a few geniuses in the military academy, but they are too few to set a standard. I was wrong, and I apologize to Old Zhou. By the way, is Du Nan... Old Zhou's disciple?"

"Um." Du Nan interjected.

Old Zhou, hearing the confirmation, his eyes lit up, thinking it was worth stepping in to help. He then said, rather proudly: "Well, I didn't teach him much, just gave him a book to read. I didn't expect this kid to have such good comprehension."

Everyone around them was stunned. Reading a book and reaching second-level physical technique... calling this comprehension 'good' is an understatement, it's almost divine.

Speaking of which.

If reading a book could achieve physical technique, even at a special price of 198, or 19,998, people would buy a dozen copies to see if they could learn something.

"Since he's Old Zhou's disciple, that makes things easier." Zhang Hao's mouth twitched, quickly regaining his professional demeanor, and smiled: "We'll handle this matter properly today, ensuring Old Zhou is satisfied. By the way, Du Nan will graduate in a month. I wonder if Old Zhou has contacted your old friends to have Du Nan enter Baiquan City and study at the military academy?"

"What's it to you?" Old Zhou had a 'who are you, do I know you?' expression.

Zhang Hao's mouth twitched.

He smiled.

"If Old Zhou has plans, I won't ask more. Du Nan's new file, I need to submit to the bureau. I hope you don't have any objections." Zhang Hao finished, not waiting for Old Zhou's reaction, and signaled his subordinates to wake up these 'dead dogs' and leave the scene quickly.

Second-level physical technique.

Such an important file, of course, needs to be reported. No one could object: this is a civilized society, your secrets are kept by me.

A moment later.

In the library, Du Nan and Old Zhou sat facing each other.

"Reaching second-level physical technique so quickly, I underestimated you. Who taught you, brat?" Old Zhou asked, a bit puffed up.

Du Nan didn't speak, just pointed.

"Me?" Old Zhou was about to explode. I only sold you two books, when did I ever guide your training?

You can't blame me for this.

Du Nan nodded, indicating it was definitely him.

After a long pause, Old Zhou suddenly burst into laughter: "You, brat, you really have it. No matter, no matter, as long as you haven't done anything bad, I'll let it go. Speaking of which, disciple..." Old Zhou quickly got into the role, acting like a master, and asked: "How long did it take you to reach second-level physical technique? Don't try to fool me, you were still a nobody when Kong Qingyuan died."

"Right from that time." Du Nan looked very honest, indicating he had never lied in his life.

"Less than two months? You must be flying." Old Zhou didn't believe it.

"Genius, can't help it, learn everything quickly." Du Nan looked like his genius was beyond cure, lamenting the unpredictability of life.

Old Zhou's mouth twitched.

He was speechless.

Even for a genius, it takes years of foundation to reach first-level physical technique. You reached second-level in two months... if you say it's magic ability, I'd believe it. That stuff is about luck, no need for training. A good face means faster fusion. But physical technique, who doesn't train to death?

You flying?

Old Zhou's fierce eyes scanned, Du Nan stood firm: You can scan all you want, I won't admit to the divine artifact fragment.

This brat, either someone is secretly guiding him, or he's had some great fortune. Even with gene optimization, it's impossible to reach second-level physical technique so quickly. If you were of royal blood, I'd believe it. But that's impossible, no royal member would end up on such a small planet.

"Whatever."

Old Zhou couldn't see anything, gave up, and put on a master's demeanor: "Everyone has secrets, I won't ask more. Reaching second-level physical technique in this civilian school will definitely draw attention. If you don't want too much trouble, listen to me and go to the military academy in the city. There, the military will protect you, and the small fry can't do much."

"Thank you, Master." Du Nan called out, then asked: "Does Master have any powerful connections to help me?"

"Hey, don't you trust me?"

Old Zhou heard the meaning in the words and said: "Like you, with no money and no connections, I wouldn't trick you. Listen up, I've traveled far and wide, made many friends, seen countless wonders and treasures. Back in the day..."

Du Nan, hearing 'back in the day,' immediately looked drowsy.

The story would be long.

"Back in the day, when I mastered physical technique, I fought countless wild beasts and slaughtered countless insect creatures."

You must be talking about cockroaches... Du Nan thought sarcastically.

"Back in my youth, I charmed countless interstellar beauties, red-skinned, green-skinned, yellow-skinned, all falling into my arms."

You must have seen traffic lights... Du Nan thought sarcastically again.

"Back then, I had friends all over the world, all brave and generous. Not to mention, they'd throw down ten or twenty thousand without a second thought."

Yeah, when I play mahjong, I throw down eight or ten thousand without a second thought... Du Nan continued to think sarcastically.

Listening to Old Zhou's endless rambling, Du Nan treated it as chatting with a lonely old man, not taking it seriously at all. With his second-level physical technique, he couldn't gauge Old Zhou's strength. But with the special effects of his lightning magic ability, even wild dogs within a kilometer knew.

Old Zhou, truly not strong. Even without hidden injuries, he was at most second-level physical technique. Could someone who could adventure in space and have friends all over the world be this weak?

It sounded unreliable.

"From your look, you don't believe me, right?" After his long speech, Old Zhou, possibly thirsty, took out an outdated phone, trying to save face. A few gestures, and he connected the call: "Hello, Lao Song? It's me, Lao Zhou, I have something to ask you..."

"You old bastard!"

The phone erupted, thunder rolling: "You dare to call me? You old bastard, where's the ancient cultivation manual? You had the nerve to take my treasure before leaving. Where are you, I'll find you and beat you to a pulp. Give me that ancient manual back, or else..."

Beep beep beep!

Old Zhou quickly hung up, his face unchanged: "That doesn't count, I opened it the wrong way."

Du Nan was speechless.

Next, Old Zhou typed in some text, waited a moment, then opened the call.

"You old bastard!"

The phone still roared: "Are you crazy? You have a fifteen or sixteen-year-old with second-level physical technique, and you don't bring him to me immediately? Your poor family can't even feed a sparrow, do you want to kill him? Where are you, I'll find you and beat you to a pulp. Bring that little genius to me, or else..."

Beep beep beep!

Old Zhou was speechless, but Du Nan added: "This time, it's definitely the wrong way to open it."

"Um." Old Zhou looked like it was the phone's fault.

"Master, with friends all over the world, who is this fiery-tempered old man? From his tone, do you owe him a lot of money?" Du Nan, as a disciple, expressed concern. Old Zhou, as a master, naturally didn't back down, holding up three fingers: "Owe him a lot of money? Just 3.568 billion. I've never cared about it."

Du Nan was surprised: Very good, you don't care.

Does he care?

Is this 'just' amount of money not much? It could buy the entire Chishui District eight times 'just'!

"This old man, how could he forget when I paid for the beauties to spend the night with him back in the day?" Old Zhou, without any self-awareness, looked like he had done a great favor: "He's now an advisor at the Baiquan City military academy, a position where he doesn't have to do much but speaks louder than the principal. If you go to him and say you're my disciple, he'll take care of you."

Du Nan nodded.

But he thought: No wonder you're a master, such confidence. How much did you pay for the beauties to stay the night, to think it's worth more than this 3.568 billion?

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