A Small Profit

No scream.

Not even a muffled grunt.

The scrawny team member was still holding his blade in a threatening posture, yet his entire body had already transitioned from three dimensions to two.

"O... Old Three?!"

The burly bald man wiped the blood from his face, his manic laughter freezing instantly.

His eyeballs bulged from extreme terror, nearly popping out of their sockets.

He could not comprehend the scene before him; his brain had completely crashed.

A high school student who had been timid and harmless just a second ago...

How could he conjure such a terrifying giant scythe out of thin air?

This thing had literally crushed a man into a pile of meat paste!

Just how heavy must this thing be?!

"Psychic... you're a Psychic!!"

The burly bald man was, after all, a veteran who had spent years in the wilderness. After the initial shock, a terrifying term exploded in his mind.

Only the legendary Psychics could manipulate objects from a distance!

"Run!! Run for it!!"

He let out a shrill, miserable scream, devoid of any thought of resistance.

What kind of international joke was this?

A Psychic of the same rank killed martial artists like slaughtering chickens, let alone this kid who started off with a heavy weapon weighing several tons!

This was definitely a powerhouse at the War General level or higher, playing the pig to eat the tiger!

The burly bald man reacted the fastest. He didn't even want his heavy machine gun anymore, dropping it to the ground to lighten his load, and turned to sprint toward the off-road vehicle.

As long as he got in the car, with its bulletproof armor and horsepower, there might still be a glimmer of hope...

The remaining two team members were jolted awake by the scream. Terrified out of their wits, they scrambled to escape.

"Thinking of running now?"

Lin Fan stood where he was, not moving an inch.

His eyes remained as calm as a stagnant pool, though a faint silver light flickered deep within his pupils.

"Too late."

"Since you're a gift delivered to my doorstep, none of you are leaving."

Lin Fan didn't bother to pull the scythe from the corpse.

He simply raised his finger slightly and gave a gentle flick toward the backs of the two fleeing men.

"Rise."

Hum!

The combat blades gripped tightly in the two men's hands suddenly seemed to gain a life of their own, violently breaking free from their masters' palms.

"My blade?!"

One of them screamed in terror, feeling an irresistible force strike him, causing the webbing between his thumb and forefinger to split instantly.

The next second.

The two alloy blades traced a bizarre arc in the air, reversed direction, and aimed their tips at their former owners.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The shrill whistle of air being torn apart rang out.

Under the infusion of psychic power, these two ordinary combat blades erupted with speeds faster than bullets.

Puchi! Puchi!

Two flowers of blood bloomed precisely in the center of their backs.

The blades pierced through their chests, the massive kinetic energy carrying their corpses forward until they collapsed heavily into the pile of rubble, twitching twice before going still.

"One left."

Lin Fan's gaze passed over the corpses and locked onto the burly bald man, who had reached the off-road vehicle and was frantically trying to open the door.

"Don't... don't kill me!!"

The burly bald man heard the sound of bodies hitting the ground behind him. He glanced back, his heart shattering with fear.

He clawed at the door handle while hysterically begging for mercy:

"Sir! I have money! I'll give you all my money! The car is yours too! Don't kill me!!"

Click.

The door finally opened.

A glimmer of hope flashed in the bald man's eyes, and one foot stepped onto the running board.

But at that moment.

A clear, yet emotionless voice came from behind him.

"Return."

These two words were not meant for him.

They were meant for the black scythe still pinning the meat paste to the ground.

Companion Weapon Trait--[Span Recall].

No matter the distance, the companion weapon would ignore obstacles and forcibly fly back to the host's hand in the fastest straight-line path.

This was the power of the system.

And between Lin Fan and the scythe, there happened to be a straight-line path.

On that path, there was not only the burly bald man but also the off-road vehicle.

BOOM!!!

The ground shook violently.

The three-thousand-kilogram giant scythe, buried deep in the earth, instantly tore upward!

It carried a terrifying whistle, like a black boomerang, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air as it headed straight for Lin Fan.

As for the things blocking the way?

Were those obstacles?

No, those were just air.

Pfft!

The burly bald man hadn't even managed to climb into the car when he felt a chill at his waist.

He looked down.

He saw his lower half still on the car's running board, while his upper body had already flown away with that black shadow.

Immediately after.

Clang!

A loud crash.

The scythe, its momentum undiminished, slammed directly into the B-pillar of the off-road vehicle.

The reinforced anti-collision steel beam was as brittle as a cracker in the face of the three-thousand-kilogram impact, instantly snapping and twisting.

The entire vehicle was shoved two meters sideways by the blow, glass shattering everywhere.

Only then did the scythe trace a graceful arc in the air and land steadily back into Lin Fan's outstretched right hand.

Thud.

The handle hit his palm, the weight returning.

Lin Fan's arm sank slightly before he gripped it firmly.

"A bit of a pity."

Lin Fan looked at the off-road vehicle with its side door smashed in, his brow furrowing slightly, his tone tinged with a hint of heartache.

"Didn't control the force well enough, ruined a good steel plate."

As for the waist-cut bald man?

He didn't even glance at him.

The gas station returned to a deathly silence.

Only the whimpering of the wind through the ruins and the thick stench of blood permeated the air.

"Ugh..."

Lin Fan's figure swayed slightly, his face turning somewhat pale.

He had to store the scythe back into his ring, bracing himself with his hands on his knees as he took a few deep breaths.

A wave of intense dizziness hit him like a tsunami, his vision blacking out in pulses.

"Continuously controlling a three-thousand-kilogram heavy object for precision strikes, while also splitting my focus to control two flying blades... the psychic consumption is too high."

He rubbed his temples hard, trying to alleviate the needle-like stinging pain.

If he were simply using psychic power to lift heavy objects, he could hold on for a long time.

But this kind of instantaneous explosive acceleration control was like revving an engine to the red zone; it put a massive load on his mind.

"However, the gains are huge."

Lin Fan took a deep breath, pulled a bottle of water from his backpack, and tilted his head back to gulp it down.

The cool liquid flowed down his throat, slightly easing the burning sensation in his brain.

He stood up straight, walked to the off-road vehicle, and reached out to touch the deformed door.

"Modified off-road vehicle, total weight about 4.5 tons, extensive use of B-grade alloy reinforcement..."

"Four combat blades, though not top-tier, they contain traces of Kro Alloy..."

"And that heavy machine gun..."

Lin Fan moved his mind.

Swish!

The four corpses on the ground, the scattered weapons, the half-wrecked off-road vehicle, and even the bloodstains and that pile of meat paste on the ground...

All vanished into thin air in an instant.

He had stuffed them all into his space ring in one go.

Destroying the evidence and packing up the loot at the same time.

After finishing this, Lin Fan looked at the empty gas station and nodded with satisfaction.

This was the combat style he wanted.

Not wasting a single bullet, not turning up his nose at any loot.

"But the commotion here is a bit loud; it will attract monsters soon."

"Time to change locations."

Lin Fan lowered the brim of his hat and, like a man without a care in the world, turned and merged into the shadows deep within the town.