My stats are higher than yours!!

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 slashing a deep bloodstain across Yan Nangui's chest. Blood splattered across the sky, and the black and gold spear fell again, smashing his body into countless fragments.

That was the fragmentation of defeat that was automatically transmitted!

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 useless piece of trash who can only do acrobatics."

"it is good!"

"Great!"

"Brother Long is awesome!!"

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

Lin Zilong on the stage glanced down, looked around, and finally his gaze landed on Bai Shuodong, where he smiled.

On 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. Looking at the huge line of blood on his chest, he 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 personnel in the school in his heart. The intelligence in the school said that Lin Zilong was a weak legendary level, and his class didn't even have any active skills, so he wasn't difficult to fight.

But what is the actual situation?

This guy doesn't need any skills at all. He just charges in headfirst despite his damage output, using a pure biting and tearing style of play!

Logically speaking, this fighting style is pure suicide, but the problem is that Lin Zilong is too resilient and too powerful, with high enough stats. If this guy seizes an opportunity, he can be sent to his death in one move.

I was tricked by the information!

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 skills and techniques. He just wanted to witness the battles between the strong 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 the 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 stage and raised his hand. Lin Zilong, who was coming off the stage, raised his hand at the same time. The two hands clapped in mid-air, making a crisp sound, as if they had completed some kind of inheritance.

He stood on the platform, his gaze fixed on the handsome young man not far away, who held a long sword and coldly stared at 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 looked down at him and said, "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 it well?"

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

Chapter Sixty-Eight: He has such a strong sense of dedication!

"Insanity!"

Huang Qishan's eyes widened in anger, and he raised his longsword, shouting, "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 emerged 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 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 special spiritual power. This guy's strength is probably quite formidable!"

A commotion arose from the crowd. Someone recognized Huang Qishan's psychic abilities, which made his expression much better and calmed him 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, far inferior to Xia Yanxin's 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?

"Indeed."

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.

The next moment, he saw Bai Shuodong raise his hand, clench it into a fist, and azure spiritual energy overflowed from his hand. He said mockingly, "You've also mastered spiritual energy, but without any elemental attributes..."

Before he could finish speaking, he realized that Bai Shuodong's output speed of spiritual energy seemed a bit fast, and that the spiritual energy looked very solid, not at all like what he had just mastered.

No! Something's not right!

Huang Qishan suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, a bad premonition rising within him.

"call!!"

Before the eyes of countless people, the azure spiritual energy transformed into raging fire, burning fiercely on Bai Shuodong's fist, with the temperature rapidly increasing in a short period of time.

The fiery fist scorched the space, generating an uneven layer of air that refracted and distorted light. From a distance, it looked as if the fiery fist had warped the space itself.

Bai Shuodong looked at him with a hint of pity in his eyes and said, "I didn't expect you to be this weak."

[Slow Burst] Activated!

"Flame Fist".

Bai Shuodong took a step forward, his fiery fist slicing through the sky, leaving a beautiful arc of flames in mid-air before crashing down with terrifying power.

"not good..."

Huang Qishan's pupils dilated instantly, and he instinctively tried to raise his longsword to block, but he quickly realized that with his spiritual energy and ice elemental strength, he would most likely not be able to block it.

You can't block him directly; you have to find a way to force him back!

Trading injury for life!

Faced with the rapidly expanding fiery fist in front of him, Huang Qishan gritted his teeth and aimed his longsword at Bai Shuodong's body. Due to the opponent's explosive speed, he could not aim precisely.

But that's enough!

'If he keeps charging, he's bound to get hit. My longsword has a wider attack range, so he should be able to dodge.'

Huang Qishan thought to himself.

but...

"Stab!"

The sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh rang out, and the longsword, imbued with the power of frost, pierced straight into Bai Shuodong's abdomen.

Fate...was it destined?

In other words...

Huang Qishan was suddenly jolted, an indescribable sense of dread erupting within him. He stared intently at the man who had stopped before him, at his madman-like, grotesque grin, at the fiery fist that descended straight down, completely disregarding the sword wound on his body.

"Boom!!"

Intense flames erupted instantly, with fire and heat surging and churning. Huang Qishan's body was shattered into pieces in an instant and vanished into thin air.

Then, his figure reappeared at the edge of the ring, his body bearing burn marks, his face filled with disbelief and fear.

Crazy!

That guy is a madman!

"Hehehe."

Bai Shuodong smiled as he looked at his stomach, which had a large hole in it, and then waves of pain washed over him.

Since you have seen the sword, why do you not dodge?

Because we're not afraid!

Why aren't you afraid?

Flexibility reduced by 50%!

[Note: A penetrating wound has been detected, and the body is severely damaged, triggering short-term adaptation.]

[Note: Increased physical strength, increased physical resilience, and enhanced self-healing ability]

Suddenly, Bai Shuodong felt a slight itching sensation at the wound site, which was the effect of the enhanced self-healing ability. Although the spirit realm enhancement did not specify the exact value, he could sense that the actual increase should be quite significant.

"He won?"

"They won in a single move?"

A murmur of surprise and uncertainty arose from the crowd below. Bai Shuodong's Flaming Fist had won the battle too quickly and fiercely, leaving them no time to react. By the time they came to their senses, the battle was already over.

"If I'm not mistaken, although his psionic energy is ordinary psionic energy, it is very strong, and should be much stronger than that guy's."

"And his burst speed is extremely fast, that kid simply can't dodge it!"

"That's incredible! Whose general is that?"

...

Amidst the clamor, Lin Zilong stepped onto the stage, casually tossed Bai Shuodong a small pill, and said with a smile, "It's to replenish your energy. You can take it first."

"Ah."

Bai Shuodong swallowed the pill and instantly felt a surge of heat. His abdominal injury was also healing rapidly, the medicine's effects were very potent.

This level of injury is only considered minor for him. It can heal naturally through adaptive evolution, but that will take time. Taking medicine can restore his combat power in a short period of time.

"Great, that was a beautiful play."

Lin Zilong said with a smile.

"It's alright, he's a respectable opponent." Bai Shuodong smiled, glancing at Huang Qishan, who was looking at him with a puzzled expression.

"Oh?"

"If it weren't for him, I might still not know that the difference between people is greater than that between people and dogs." Bai Shuodong paused, then continued with a sigh:

"He...is so incredibly dedicated."

"you....!"

Huang Qishan's hand trembled as he pointed at Bai Shuodong on the stage. His eyes were wide open, and he couldn't utter a single word. His chest heaved faster and faster until he finally gasped for breath, his head lolled to the side, and he fainted.

Yan Nangui, who had just challenged Lin Zilong, quickly helped him up, shouting, "Don't go too far! This is just a ring challenge!"

"..."