My stats are higher than yours!!

確認！

The same hallucination as the previous two times struck again, but this time he didn't see anything concrete. To be precise, Bai Shuodong didn't see anything at all this time.

He only felt the strike, the purest feeling of a strike.

Use a weapon to slash?

No, no!

There is no process, only the result; it is the purest chop, the purest feeling of a chop.

【Slash (Active)】

Level: first level

Skill Quality: ★★

Skill Level: 3

Skill Source: Slash

Skill effect: Generates a slash, with slash power (0.5 × Strength + 0.3 × Spirit). The slash strength increases by 5% for every skill level increase.

Skill Cooldown: None

Upgrade requirement: 3000 psionic points

Advanced Requirements: Skill Advancement Book

"A common skill?"

"No! This thing can be upgraded!"

Bai Shuodong's eyes widened, and a crazy thought flashed through his mind: if he could upgrade an output-type skill to the maximum level before entering the Spirit Realm, how strong would he be?

Unfortunately, this skill is only 2 stars. Judging from the description, it doesn't seem very strong. It can only generate a slash and doesn't seem to have anything special about it.

Yes, it's a very simple and unpretentious skill.

But having something is better than having nothing, since it's a permanent skill, and having more is always a good thing.

"break down!"

The pitch-black one-handed sword shattered and vanished, and Bai Shuodong gained the skill in the process.

He looked at a target in the training room, took a deep breath, and slowly raised his hand.

"Slay!"

Suddenly, a strike, without any prelude, burst forth and landed on the training target.

Chapter Sixty-Six: A Genius from Outside the School

"No process! Instantaneous!"

Bai Shuodong grasped the key point instantly.

This attack is only a two-star skill, with relatively low base stats (0.5 × Strength + 0.3 × Spirit). While it seems decent, its actual effectiveness is quite different.

Because it lacks an amplification multiplier!

Using weapons to attack and slash provides weapon attack power boosts, strength boosts, and various passive bonuses; using spells to attack provides elemental conversion efficiency boosts, elemental strength boosts, and more.

But what about this "斬" (cut)?

It simply generates a slash out of thin air; it is neither a physical attack nor an elemental attack. It only benefits from the most basic amplification of psionic power and its own slash damage. Its attack power is even less than that of a direct slash.

That is why its skill quality is two stars.

but...

This skill has no process!

It's instantaneous! And there's no cooldown!

"No, it's not that there's no process at all, but the speed at which the strikes are generated is so fast that it's as if there's no process at all. If the reaction speed is particularly fast, it's not impossible for it to react."

Bai Shuodong calmed down and couldn't help but wonder, "With such a fast slashing speed, can I launch a slash from behind? If the slash has no cooldown, what about the forward swing? Are there any fixed requirements?"

Give it a try!

He stood in front of the target, took a deep breath, and once again felt the sensation of unleashing the [Slash].

The slash range is about 5 meters. It cannot be generated from behind the opponent. The slash must be centered on me and slash in other directions. The slash requires concentration to release and has a forward swing of about 0.8 seconds. This may be because I just acquired it and am not yet proficient in using it.

Just as Bai Shuodong was getting used to it, he suddenly heard a faint shout. He walked out of the training room, and the voice became clearer.

"Is the Psychic Academy completely deserted?!"

The source of the sound was at the school gate, which is far from the combat training camp. The sound could still travel this far. The person shouting was really trying hard. What's the difference between shouting like that and someone taking a dump on your head?

Bai Shuodong felt a surge of anger and walked straight to the school gate to see what was going on.

...

school gate

The crowds were bustling, and more and more students were gathering here.

What was once an empty entrance has suddenly been transformed into a wide arena. The arena seems to be a special treasure, with dark purple runes engraved on its black surface, faintly emanating spiritual energy waves that isolate the inside from the outside.

Below the arena, a dozen or so students lay sprawled, covered in blood and severely injured. They were being pulled and carried away by their classmates and taken to the school clinic.

Bai Shuodong darted out from the crowd, his gaze fixed on the sword-wielding youth on the arena. The man stood proudly on the platform, looking at the students of the Psionic Academy with disdain, as if he were looking at a group of inferiors.

"What's going on with this guy? Where did he come from?" Bai Shuodong asked curiously.

A senior student passing by glanced at him and then said, "This guy is a genius from the Second Academy of Spiritual Energy, named Yan Nangui. He's here to cause trouble at our school."

"Stir up trouble? What's his strength?"

Bai Shuodong narrowed his eyes, a sense of eagerness rising within him. Although he had not yet officially become a psionicist, he was not incapable of fighting.

"Above level two, I don't know the specifics, but he's much stronger than me. I can't tell. Many of the senior students in our college have been defeated by him." The passerby senior sighed helplessly.

"Oh, then it's alright."

Bai Shuodong calmed down instantly, but at the same time couldn't help but ask, "Speaking of which, is there no one in our school who can handle him? This guy is too arrogant, isn't he? I could vaguely hear him shouting when I was in the training room before."

"I don't know. I'm not sure if there are any strong seniors in the class, but this guy is legendary, with extremely high stats. I doubt most seniors could beat him."

The senior student sighed, crossed his arms helplessly, and continued, "Sigh, legendary-level psionicists are too strong. They're not even in the same league as hero-level ones. The gap is too big and too obvious. I reckon no matter how many people come, they can't beat him."

"Is the difference really that big? I remember the textbook said that the difference in base stats between Legendary and Heroic classes wasn't that significant," Bai Shuodong asked curiously.

"The difference between a Legendary and a Heroic class isn't that big, of course, but if you think about it carefully, is the difference between someone who can get a Legendary class and someone who can only get a Heroic class small?"

"So this is a difference in people, compounded by differences in professions?"

"That's right!"

The senior high school student shrugged and said helplessly, "I wonder if there are any legendary psychic in our academy. It would be great if someone could teach him a lesson. This kid is too arrogant."

"I remember the mages in the legal system are all pretty strong, aren't they? Haven't they been promoted yet?"

“Those are all lying in that row over there.”

"..."

"Cough cough!"

The senior high school student coughed twice, then quietly approached and whispered in Bai Shuodong's ear, "Let me tell you, actually, these 'mages' in our academy are at most high-level mages, far from being real mages. It's just that they sound nice when we call them that."

"Brother, this kind of thing, well, let's just talk about it privately. Just don't let them hear it, or it'll cause a lot of trouble. Although these people aren't real sorcerers, they're still much stronger than ordinary psychics. It's best not to provoke them."

"Uh-huh!"

Bai Shuodong nodded.

Although those "lawyers" in the academy got a pretty bad beating, they did actually go for it, they just didn't win. As long as they dare to step up when something happens, they deserve respect, and that has nothing to do with their strength.

On the stage, Yan Nangui, dressed in a loose white robe, looked down at the shrew with a contemptuous smile and demanded, "Is there no one left in the Psionic Academy? Not a single one who can fight?"

"What a disappointment! What a disappointment!"

"I thought it would be a thrilling battle, but it turned out to be a one-sided crushing defeat. How boring! So dull!"

Upon hearing this, the students below the stage erupted in a frenzy, unleashing a barrage of offensive remarks. Centered around Yan Nangui, they showered him with greetings across the eighteen generations of his family tree, their words filled with fervor.

Yan Nangui listened to the insults, but only slightly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a look of contempt as if he were looking at trash.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, a whooshing sound rang out. Bai Shuodong subconsciously looked into the distance and saw a blurry figure rapidly falling from the sky towards the arena, its descent resembling a falling meteor.

"Boom!!"

A deafening roar erupted, sending dust billowing across the arena. As the dust settled, the figure of the young man inside was revealed.

The man slowly stood up, then lightly patted his clothes, looked at Yan Nangui opposite him, and said in a slightly cold voice, "Was it you who disturbed my cultivation just now?"

Chapter Sixty-Seven: Perhaps I'll forget about it tomorrow.

"Ok?"

Yan Nangui frowned slightly, carefully looking at the blond youth in front of him. A slight smile appeared on his lips as he spoke, "Are you Lin Zilong? That 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 beast that would devour its prey, 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 stomped 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.

"Position!"

Yan Nangui assumed a defensive stance with a disdainful smile on his face. He could easily react to this level of direct attack.

"when!!"

The gun and sword clashed, producing a sharp metallic clang. At the moment of impact, Yan Nangui's expression changed drastically. An incredibly terrifying force emanated from the opponent's weapon. He tried to unleash a counterattack, but was suppressed and unable to do so.

This is... overwhelming power?

How can this guy be so strong?

"Hey!"

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

"Bang!!"

Yan Nangui was sent flying backwards in an instant, his body bouncing twice on the arena before finally 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 drew his sword, stood up, and looked up.

The instant he looked up, he saw a ferocious smiling face very close to him. The black and gold spear rapidly approached his eyes, 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 moved three meters in an instant. Lin Zilong's spear missed its target 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 persistent!"

Yan Nangui swung his longsword repeatedly, several sword energies forming a dense net of blades, aimed 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 out everywhere.

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

"Crazy!!"

Yan Nangui angrily dodged and fled frantically across the battlefield, under immense psychological pressure.

"Hahahaha!"