"Is this... magic power?"
Roland thought of Nightingale's description of magic power. However, in his eyes, this rotating cyclone was more like a galaxy — the brightest nucleus was in the center, surrounded by several spiral arms revolving around the nucleus. Although it was only the size of a palm, Roland could feel the endless details and surging power contained in it.
"Are you a martial fighter?" The man suddenly opened his mouth, and his voice was hoarse as if there was a leak in his throat.
"You've got the wrong person." Roland was on high alert.
"You're right." The burnt-face man also turned around, but his head did not move. "You smell sweeter."
"If you were a girl, I might be interested in your words." Roland looked at the man's possible weak points and asked, "Are you the one who was backfired by the magic... no, the Force of Nature?"
"Force of Nature?" The burnt-face man snorted disdainfully through his almost ruined nose. "They have no idea where this force comes from, let alone its nature."
"You say it like you know." Hell, was this still his dream?
"I can't tell, but I can feel it — it doesn't belong to this world. It's a gift from the gods." The man grinned. "I thought the robbery would attract one or two martial artists, but I didn't expect that guy to surrender so quickly. Fortunately, it wasn't in vain. It's also good that I lured you here —"
Crack!
Before the burnt-face man finished his words, Roland had already started to attack. As the saying went, the one who strikes first gains the advantage, and the one who strikes later suffers the misfortune. Roland could tell from the man's tone that he was a dangerous person. It was not a wise move to wait for the enemy to finish talking. According to Roland's childhood fighting experience, the most important thing was to gain the upper hand by making a show of strength.
He swung his fist and punched his opponent's forehead. His speed was as fast as lightning. Considering that his strength had greatly increased, he did not use his full strength in this punch. Even so, he could feel his cheekbone cracking under the fierce punch.
The burnt-face man was directly sent flying.
The heat in his body boiled, as if it was rejoicing for this attack.
After the man fell to the ground, he rolled twice and crashed into the wall before stopping. Just as he was about to struggle to get up, Roland chased after him without hesitation.
This was the Dreamscape.
His opponent was also not human — at least not an ordinary person.
No ordinary person could continue fighting with their cheekbone broken. He neither cried out in pain nor begged for mercy. From this point, it was tantamount to kicking himself out of the human category.
Roland felt that his consciousness was extremely clear.
Although the surging heat filled his entire body, it didn't make him feel dizzy at all.
After gaining the upper hand with a show of strength, the second move was to beat the enemy when they were down.
This time, he didn't hold back.
Without any technique, it was as if he was punching a sandbag. Obviously, the burnt-faced man did not expect such a situation and could only try his best to resist. However, as Roland's strength increased, his defense quickly lost its effect. His hands, which were used to block, were broken into pieces, and his sternum and ribs were all broken. Every punch was like punching a piece of tofu. The man's hard muscles gradually turned into a puddle of mud. If he were an ordinary person, he would have been killed.
"You're so pretentious!" Roland cursed as he punched the man. "What's so great about turning your head around? Do you think you're in a horror film? "
To be honest, when he first entered the alley, he was really shocked by the burnt-face man's way of showing up. How could he play tricks in front of the creator of the Dreamscape? Why didn't he go to heaven?
"It's … impossible …" The burnt-face man's voice had completely changed. Roland could barely hear what he was saying. "Why can't I … use it …"
"Use what?" Roland noticed that the cyclone above the burnt-face man's forehead was spinning slower and slower. He tried to grab it, only to find that it had become solid. "Use this ball of magic power?"
"No, don't touch it …"
Since the burnt-face man said no, Roland had to do it. He pressed the burnt-face man's head with one hand and pulled the cyclone with the other. When the heat flow in his body reached its peak, the cyclone was pulled out by Roland!
The burnt-face man immediately fell silent and collapsed to the ground as if he had lost all his vitality.
After falling into Roland's palm, the cyclone changed from crimson to white on the inside and blue on the outside. It looked more like a galaxy now.
However, it did not stay in Roland's hand for long. After it started spinning again, the cyclone shot out a beam of dazzling light into the sky, leaving a silver line between the sky and the earth. After a few seconds, the light disappeared without a trace.
At this moment, Roland noticed that the warm current in his body had calmed down, and as if he had obtained great satisfaction, he felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction all over his body.
He was completely at a loss.
Maybe this world was much more complicated than he had imagined.
Glancing at the burnt-face man who was lying on the ground like a dead man, Roland twitched his mouth and left the alley.
It was already dark when he returned to the tube-shaped apartment on the side of the long street. The light in the corridor attracted a swarm of flying insects, which made annoying buzzing sounds.
He took out the key and inserted it into the keyhole under the dim light. Before he could turn the key, he heard hurried footsteps coming from the other side of the door.
The door was opened, and Zero frowned. Her eyes were filled with dissatisfaction, but there was also a trace of anxiety.
"Where have you been?"
"Where have you been?"
The two asked almost at the same time.
"The cram school has an extra class because the teacher will come to check tomorrow. The school is closed for the day."
"I went to find you."
"Find me?" The little girl asked doubtfully.
"Yes, you didn't come back on time." Roland laughed. He rubbed her head and walked into the room.
Three dishes and a soup were placed on the table, but the bowls and chopsticks were still clean. Obviously, Zero had been waiting for him.
That was why she came here as soon as she heard the sound of the lock being unlocked.
"Let's eat." Roland sat at the table. "I'm starving."
"Are you worried that I'll be cheated by strangers?" She glared at him. "I'm not a child anymore. Just wait for me at home next time."
Roland could not help but roll his eyes. "Are junior high school students so sensible now?" He remembered that when he was at this age, he was crazier than a dog. When he had spare change, he would go to the game hall. When he had no change, he would go to the back mountain to catch cockroaches. He would not go home until it was dark. Compared to this little girl, it was like heaven and earth.
An inexplicable sense of guilt welled up in his heart.
"By the way, you have a holiday tomorrow, right?"
"Yes." Although Zero still looked a little angry, her expression had softened a lot. "What's wrong?"
"Accompany me to the library," Roland said while eating. "I'll buy you something."
"Buy … something?"
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