"Ora ora ora! What's wrong!? Is that all you've got? Is running away the only thing you can do!?"
In the projected nighttime alleyway, Meng Lang, who had completely gotten into character, held a Technological Rifle with blue light tubes inside it and opened fire alongside several drones behind him.
He relentlessly pursued the boy, for whom even taking a step toward the light was already incredibly difficult, pressuring him like a hunter driving prey.
While holding back slightly, he would occasionally mercilessly aim at Yota's limbs and unleash a barrage of shots, knocking him stumbling to the ground whenever they hit.
Of course, none of the bullets fired were live rounds.
They were First Aid Bullets, special weakened rounds mostly used by Wanderers that vaporized upon striking the body's surface and retained only the effects of accelerating blood circulation and promoting lactic acid metabolism. (Courtesy of the young master.)
In other words, this was Su Qun's latest devilish idea for reducing the training time lost to relieving muscle fatigue.
Even the Yellow Paper Talisman stuck to Yota's forehead was a Fang Shu that could keep his mind alert, preventing sluggish thinking or even unconsciousness from excessive physical exhaustion. (Courtesy of the Spellcaster.)
Incidentally, while the bullets vaporized, the pain caused by impact was not reduced at all.
When Fang Ran learned this, he could not help but shudder.
He sincerely felt that Big Brother Su Qun was becoming more and more demonic.
"Hmm, why is Yota suddenly working so hard?"
Qing Ning asked in surprise as she ate cake. On the screen, Yota's legs had been hit; although tears instinctively welled up in his eyes, he still clawed at the ground, trembling as he gritted his teeth and forced himself back up.
He was worlds apart from the Yota