I'm a proper student; I only take nine kinds of potions every day.

His mouth stretched from ear to ear, revealing his white teeth and pink gums.

Ryan, standing to the side, lowered his voice and said, "Never mind, let's do it again later..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ivan suddenly turned around, grabbed Pike by the back of the neck with his large hand, and lifted him up.

Feeling the terrifying power, which was like that of a hydraulic press, Pique was quite surprised.

He never expected that Ivan would dare to attack him directly on the special operations team's territory.

However, he was a veteran of many battles, and suddenly Pique let out a sharp shriek.

Raine's expression changed, and he instantly activated his Demon Hunter form, with two blobs of water suddenly appearing in his hands to cover his ears.

At the same time as the shriek rang out, three souls suddenly appeared all around.

These translucent, twisted souls, each wielding a green spike, stabbed at Evan's head from a distance.

"Those low-life witchers, do they really think they can be on equal footing with us just because they have some potion resistance?!"

"Three female demons are enough to make you suffer excruciating pain!"

It's clear that this Pike is an excellent ninja... no, an excellent superhuman who has fully embodied the will of the overlord.

Without knowing the other party's background or the potential risk of serious injury, they directly launched into the realm of bullying.

Pique was quite confident at this point.

Both sides are experts. This kid has been an expert for at most a month, while he has been an expert for more than three years.

His mastery and refinement of extraordinary abilities were enough to allow him to crush his opponents.

However, the next second, Pique's expression showed some surprise.

As he expected, Ivan, who had been attacked by three banshees, should have let out a horrifying scream, and then the hand gripping his neck should have loosened.

But at this moment, the hand not only did not loosen, but tightened even more.

Sensing something was wrong, Pique quickly turned his head and looked around.

"Damn it! What's going on!?"

Piqué then saw the three banshee souls he had nurtured for ten years suddenly stand at attention.

They should have completed their attack, and since they had no physical form, their entire spiritual bodies suddenly tensed up.

Immediately afterwards, these spirits began to bend backward rapidly, and eventually, under Pike's gaze, they formed three humanoid spirits floating in the air.

No matter how Piqué tried to control the three souls, the three banshees remained motionless as if they were out of control.

It seemed as if an invisible force controlled their bodies, rendering them unable to move.

Everything that happened left Pique feeling bewildered and helpless.

As a psychic, with the three banshee souls—his core attack method—now under his control, his methods have become largely ineffective.

Just as Pique's mind was reeling, he suddenly felt his body begin to convulse uncontrollably.

Soon the convulsions began to spread from his body to his limbs and neck.

He found himself rapidly losing control of his body and becoming terrified of even the slightest breeze, light, and sounds around him.

The normal sound of the wind blowing against his skin felt like a thousand sharp blades.

The various lights made him feel uncomfortable all over, and he instinctively wanted to fall into a frenzy.

Those sounds that had just been perfectly normal have now turned into terrifying, demonic noises.

Uh...

But now he didn't even have a chance to resist. His body began to convulse rapidly, all the muscles in his body spasmed, and he fell straight to the ground.

The copper plague, combined with the fog encephalopathy, has brought Pique under control both physically and spiritually.

Pique, lying on the ground, uttered a hoarse, strained voice: "You...you..."

Under Pique's gaze, Ivan reached out and gently touched the souls of the three banshees he had raised for ten years.

Fingers brushed over that translucent face and body.

"Tsk tsk! You've raised your succubus wife so well, she's a joy to behold!"

As Evan spoke, his hand stroked the faces of the banshees, which were twisted yet still possessed a certain beauty.

Upon seeing this, Pique's eyes widened, and even with his throat constricted by spasms, he managed to utter an angry sound.

"No! No! Let go! Let her go!!"

Seeing this sudden scene, Ryan, who was standing to the side, was completely dumbfounded.

Those golden vertical pupils blinked repeatedly, completely unaware of what had just happened.

It seems like nothing has happened, yet it also seems like everything has already happened.

"Master, I should be an expert-level Witcher, just like Arkham!"

"How could there be such a huge difference in combat capabilities between the two sides!?"

Shocked, Renn rubbed his eyes, and then saw Ivan gently teasing the souls of the three incapacitated banshees.

This caused Pique, who was lying on the ground, to let out a desperate, yet helpless howl.

"I remember that for these psychics, the banshees they kept were closer to them than their wives!"

"People generally have a very deep affection for these female demons..."

"My goodness!"

Thinking of this, Renn covered his face, his heart filled with amazement.

"This is the ultimate humiliation!"

"It's like tying the husband to a chair and humiliating his wife under his gaze!"

At this point, Renn looked at Ivan, who remained composed, with a hint of awe, and thought to himself.

"I didn't realize that Arkham, at such a young age, would like this kind of thing!"

Just as Renn was lost in thought, a cold voice suddenly rang out.

"Alright, let's stop this farce."

The voice was deep and authoritative.

The moment the sound rang out, Evan suddenly realized that his control over the three banshees and Piqué's misty brain plague had failed and had automatically returned to his body.

Feeling his extraordinary abilities being enveloped by a higher level of power, Ivan knew without turning around that the one who had just made a move must be the captain of the action team here.

He turned his head and saw a tall, burly, and arrogant middle-aged man walking out from inside.

The middle-aged man looked to be in his early forties, with a neatly groomed beard and a well-tailored gray suit.

Its trapezius muscles are broad, its neck is almost as thick as its head, and it has a rare head of fiery red hair.

Those blue eyes also shimmered with golden light.

Just standing there, it gives people a sense of indestructibility.

From this posture, Ivan could instantly determine the other party's profession: a knight under the sun's path.

Finally free, Pique let out a roar, first pulling the three banshees back into his body, then lunging at Evan like a madman.

Then, in an instant, Ivan grabbed him by the neck and lifted him into the air like a chick.

At this moment, Ivan still had that sunny and cheerful smile on his face as he spoke to the middle-aged man opposite him.

"Sir, you should be able to see that I am the victim from beginning to end!"

"It was one of your subordinates who started the trouble!"

"After all, what legitimate superhuman would come up here and start mocking and ridiculing the hired reinforcements?"

"I even suspect that this guy is a cult mole planted in our action team, with the aim of undermining our team's unity and image!"

Hearing Ivan's rhetoric, which seized the moral high ground in just a few words, a hint of apprehension flashed in the middle-aged man's blue eyes.

This guy is definitely not as stupid and naive as he appears!

Then, pointing forward, an invisible force flashed by, and Pique, who had been screaming and struggling, instantly fell into a coma.

Ivan casually tossed Pique over like a ball, and the middle-aged man easily caught it with his large hand.

At this moment, another male superhuman wearing a leather jacket came out, took Pik away, and said the middle-aged man.

"Just call me Captain Rudolf, the captain of the Worcester Special Operations Team."

With a smile, Evan stepped forward and shook the other's large hand: "Evan Ludwig Arkham, an expert from the Bolton City Special Operations Team."

As they shook hands, Rudolf squeezed down hard.

Ivan remained unfazed and simply pinched back.

Feeling the terrifying power erupting from that fair palm in an instant, Rudolf's expression changed slightly.

Rudolf was shocked to discover that this guy's physical abilities far exceeded his expectations!

Keep in mind that he is now a master-level knight, with physical attributes roughly equivalent to the combined physical abilities of seventeen adults.

If combined with relevant extraordinary abilities, it can basically reach the level of roughly seventy-odd adults combined.

That squeeze just now used the combined strength of about ten adults.

Faced with this level of power, this expert-level witcher was actually able to turn the tables!

"Interesting!" Rudolf looked at the young man with the innocent, silly grin on his face, and realized that he actually had such strong physical abilities. He showed a hint of appreciation.

After all, as a master-level knight, there are very few situations in the city where he can unleash his full muscle power.

Seeing that Ivan possessed such exceptional physical abilities, Rudolf had the idea of ​​having a competition with him.

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