My stats are higher than yours!

Yan Nangui frowned slightly, carefully examining the blond youth before him. A slight smile played on his lips as he asked, "Are you Lin Zilong? The legendary warrior-type psionicist?"

"..."

Lin Zilong did not answer, but took out a black and gold spear from his storage space. A ferocious smile appeared on his face, making him look like a wild beast that would devour its prey, which was completely different from when they were sparring in the training room.

Is this him in battle mode?

The atmosphere on the arena changed. Yan Nangui instantly assumed a fighting stance, his gaze fixed on Lin Zilong opposite him, a subtle sense of unease rising in his heart.

"Oh!"

Suddenly, Lin Zilong stepped on the ground, and his body shot out like a cannonball. His black and gold spear drew a sharp arc in the air, and the attack came crashing down from above.

"A powerful stance!"

Yan Nangui adopted a defensive stance, a contemptuous smile on his face. He could easily react to this level of direct attack.

"when!!"

Gun and sword clashed, producing a sharp metallic clang. At the moment the weapons collided, Yan Nangui's expression changed drastically. An incredibly terrifying force emanated from the opponent's weapon. He wanted to unleash a counterattack, but he was suppressed and unable to do so.

This is... an overwhelming force?

How come this guy is so strong?

"Hey!"

Lin Zilong licked his lips, his smile gradually turning dangerous. The spear in his hand seemed to come alive, deflecting the opponent's sword at an extremely subtle angle, and then kicked Yan Nangui straight in the stomach.

"Bang!!"

Yan Nangui was sent flying backwards, his body bouncing twice on the stage before crashing heavily to the edge, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

At that moment, he felt as if his brain was buzzing, but he quickly regained his composure, swiftly raised his sword, stood up, and looked up.

The instant he looked up, he saw a hideous grinning face very close to him. A black and gold spear rapidly approached him, and the wind pressure slammed into his face, as if to tear his body in two.

"Whoosh!"

Yan Nangui's ring flashed, and his body instantly moved three meters. Lin Zilong's spear missed its mark and crashed to the ground, creating a deep crater in the arena. Spiderweb-like marks spread outwards from the spear in all directions.

Lin Zilong turned his head, his gaze locking onto Yan Nangui once again, and continued his frantic pursuit.

"So troublesome!"

Yan Nangui slashed repeatedly with his longsword, several sword energies forming a dense net that slashed directly at Lin Zilong. Lin Zilong narrowed his eyes, thinking: Faced with an attack of this magnitude, even you would...

"what!!"

Lin Zilong roared and charged straight at the sword net, instantly splitting open with dozens of slash wounds, blood gushing everywhere.

Even so, he still wore an arrogant smile as he brought his spear down.

"madman!!"

Yan Nangui cursed and dodged, fleeing frantically across the battlefield, under immense psychological pressure.

"Hahahaha!"

Lin Zilong laughed wildly, wielding his black and gold spear as he recklessly chased and tore at enemies across the battlefield, completely unafraid of injury, forcing Yan Nangui to hide and flee.

Yan Nangui had many tricks up his sleeve, and Lin Zilong couldn't catch him for a while. Moreover, his injuries were gradually getting worse, but even so, he was not discouraged at all and continued to pursue him.

until...

"Gotcha!!"

The black and gold spear swept out, instantly carving a deep bloody gash across Yan Nangui's chest. Blood splattered across the sky as the black and gold spear fell again, smashing his body into countless fragments.

Those were fragments that were automatically teleported after defeat!

Lin Zilong stood on the arena, his body covered in sword wounds, but his aura was terrifyingly strong, showing no signs of weakening. He looked at Yan Nangui on the ground and commented, "He's just a piece of trash who can only perform acrobatics."

"it is good!"

"Great!"

"Brother Long is awesome!!"

The students of the Psionic Academy instantly erupted in cheers. The students who had just been defeated now wore satisfied smiles, feeling a sense of triumph.

Lin Zilong, standing on the platform, glanced around and exchanged nods with his friends before finally fixing his gaze on Bai Shuodong and smiling.

the other side

Yan Nangui collapsed to the ground, just like those he had defeated before. A junior student who looked quite young helped him up, gritted his teeth, and asked, "Senior Brother Yan, are you alright?"

"It's nothing, just minor injuries, cough cough!"

Yan Nangui coughed up blood twice more, his body was extremely weak, and he had no strength left.

At this moment, he couldn't help but curse the intelligence agents in the school in his heart. The intelligence agents in the school said that Lin Zilong was a weak legendary level, and his profession did not even have an active skill, so he was not difficult to fight.

But what is the actual situation?

This guy doesn't need any skills at all. He just charges in headfirst, taking all the damage, using a pure biting and tearing attack style!

Logically speaking, this kind of fighting style is a pure suicide style, but the problem is that Lin Zilong is too durable and too powerful. His stats are high enough that if this guy seizes an opportunity, he can be sent to the afterlife in one move.

We were misled by the intelligence!

Is someone setting me up?

"Senior brother, you rest here first, I'll go find a place for you!" The junior brother showed an extremely determined look, walked towards the arena, looked at Lin Zilong opposite him, and said, "I am a first-year high school student, I only challenge first-year students, not third-year students."

"Oh? You've become a psionicist?"

Lin Zilong raised an eyebrow and asked.

"No."

He shook his head slightly.

To be precise, he had already accumulated basic attributes and skills, but he wanted to witness the battles between strong individuals before entering the spirit world, and take the opportunity to challenge his peers to confirm his own strength level.

"hehe..."

Lin Zilong smiled, his smile incredibly bright. He looked at Bai Shuodong, then waved to him and said:

"Come on, give him a big one!"

"I just can't do anything with you."

Bai Shuodong sighed, a faint smile appearing on his face. He walked lightly onto the arena, raised his hand, and Lin Zilong, who was coming off the arena, raised his hand at the same time. The two hands clapped in mid-air, making a crisp sound, as if some kind of inheritance had been completed.

He stood on the stage, his gaze fixed on the handsome young man not far away who was holding a long sword and coldly watching him, a bright smile on his face.

Are you my first opponent?

The young man carefully examined Bai Shuodong, comparing him to the monsters in his memory. After confirming his identity, an arrogant look gradually appeared on his face. He said condescendingly, "Open up. Tell me your name, and I will try my best to remember you."

"Bai Shuodong."

"Bai Shuodong? My name is Huang Qishan, remember it well."

"Remember that?"

Bai Shuodong smiled and said, "That's too difficult. Someone like you, I might forget about you tomorrow."

Chapter Sixty-Eight: He was so selfless!

"Insanity!"

Huang Qishan's eyes widened in fury as he raised his longsword and roared, "Today I'll show you that the difference between people is greater than the difference between a person and a dog!"

As he finished speaking, a cold blue light gradually emanated from his hand, slowly enveloping the longsword. A chilling aura emanated from him, spreading in all directions.

"Psionic power! He actually possesses psionic power!"

"And it's not ordinary psionic energy; it's ice-attribute psionic energy, a special kind of psionic energy with an attribute!"

"Terrifying, absolutely terrifying! Only exceptionally talented geniuses and those who have been tempered with ice-attribute treasures since childhood can possess this kind of special spiritual energy. This guy's strength is probably quite formidable!"

A commotion arose from the crowd. Someone recognized Huang Qishan's spiritual energy, which made his expression much better and his mood calmed down a bit.

He raised his head slightly, looked at Bai Shuodong with disdain, and said, "Do you see that? This is the difference between you and me!"

"Oh."

Bai Shuodong replied calmly, his expression indifferent, with a hint of disappointment.

weak!

too weak!

The strength of this ice-attribute spiritual energy is far too low, much weaker than Xia Yanxin's Myriad Beast Blood Spiritual Energy.

So, this level of trashy psionic energy is something to brag about? Does this kind of thing even deserve to be proud of? Are people outside really this weak?

"really."

Bai Shuodong let out a long sigh of relief, a look of relief on his face, and said, "You're right, the gap between people is indeed greater than I imagined."

"As long as you know."

Huang Qishan's lips curled up, and the arrogance in his eyes grew even stronger.