The male insect adores it! The female general, envious, begs for a kiss.

Emory returned to the training ground, with Heamis standing behind him, her face expressionless.

There are still quite a few insects training in the training ground.

At this moment, the two main protagonists at the center of the discussion appeared here at the same time. They both stopped and spontaneously made way for Amory and Heamis.

As he walked, Emory pushed the roll of fabric wrapped around his arm up to his elbow, revealing his strong and slender arms, which looked very powerful.

The female soldiers put down their training exercises, and the sounds of their discussion drifted over on the wind.

"It seems that Emory is serious about fighting the general this time!"

"I bet Admiral Heamis will win."

"I'm not so sure. Even if the general's movement skills are superb, can they compare to the formidable mental strength that can pierce through steel?"

"Look! They're coming up on stage!"

Standing on the circular training field, Emory looked at Heamis directly opposite him, his expression suddenly turning sharp.

Heamis made no changes and was still wearing the military uniform she had worn that morning.

Emory's face darkened. He felt that Heamis didn't take his challenge seriously at all, which made him look like a clown.

But right now, the one who should be worried is Hermes.

Don't think he doesn't know that Heemis's mental strength has long been sealed to level E, even surpassing most of the female insects in the military.

Damn it, I don't know how those old guys in the military could agree to reinstate Heamis, that E-rank trash!

Amory's mental strength is S-rank, many times stronger than Heamis's current level.

Heamis has ignored him until now, which has thoroughly enraged Emory.

Emory's smile was insincere. "General, you don't mind if we compare our mental strength today, do you?"

In the past, when they competed, Heamis was one rank higher than Emory, so Heamis would always lower herself by one rank in each match.

But Emory thought that Heamis looked down on him and disdained to compete with him using her true strength.

Little did Aimoli know that while S-rank and SS-rank might sound like only one rank apart, there was a huge chasm between them.

Hermes, with her double S-rank, knew this well.

At this moment, Heamis heard Emory's suggestion and did not express any objection; he nodded.

Looking at Heamis's calm and collected expression, Emory gritted his teeth inwardly. He refused to believe that Heamis could maintain such a composed demeanor forever.

He raised his hand, and almost instantly condensed a spiritual force as thick as his forearm, which stabbed straight at Heamis with ferocity and like a wild beast unleashed.

Heamis remained motionless until the psychic spikes were just a dangerous distance from his face, at which point Heamis finally moved. The savage psychic energy, accompanied by a powerful gust of wind, almost brushed past his hair.

Later still, they might even cut off a single hair.

Amory's eyes were practically spitting fire as he stared at Heamis's nonchalant, seemingly all-encompassing demeanor, a sinister glint suddenly appearing in his eyes.

That was just an appetizer, a mere manifestation of spiritual energy, which Heamis was lucky enough to dodge.

What about a dozen or even dozens of mental energy spikes?

Could Heemis, whose mental strength was far inferior to his, still dodge using his physical agility?

"General, be careful!"

As the words fell, a dozen sharp, thin strips shot out from Emory's spine, becoming ruthless and fierce according to the controller's will.

The air froze instantly, carrying an indescribable sense of urgency and suffocation.

The expected bloody scene did not occur. The golden barrier formed by Heamis's spiritual power blocked Emory's fierce attack, and then shattered completely with a 'bang'.

"What?!" Emory's expression turned extremely ugly, and he exclaimed in disbelief.

"What's going on? Wasn't it said that the general's mental power was sealed? How can he still block Emory's attack!"

"That's clearly power on par with Emory's S-rank!"

The insect below suddenly and keenly noticed this.

Emory narrowed his eyes slightly. "Your mental strength has recovered?!"

Heemis did not answer him, but instead took action.

All he wanted at that moment was to end the fight as quickly as possible.

Heamis used the same attack as Amory, and Amory also raised a protective shield, but what he saw next made his eyes widen in horror—

The barrier formed by his spiritual power shattered.

An unstoppable surge of spiritual energy pierced towards him, and his eyes could only watch as they drew ever closer, one of them even stabbing straight toward his eye.

Fear rose in Emory's wide eyes; it was an irresistible instinct.

"Oh my god!"

Someone exclaimed in surprise.

Suddenly, the sharp mental energy aimed at the eyes froze in mid-air, only 0.01 millimeters away from Emory's eyes.

At that moment, Emory's eyes seemed to lose their ability to contract.

"Emory, you've lost," Heamis calmly concluded.

Then, he withdrew his mental energy.

Once the threat was gone, Emory gasped for breath, watching Heamis's retreating figure.

Emory called out to him.

Amory was unwilling to give up. "Let's have another match, and neither of us is allowed to use mental power."

Heamis's expression remained unchanged. "Even without using your mental powers, you still can't defeat me."

"You've tried, haven't you, Emory?"

Amory's face turned pale as he immediately recalled the scene of being pinned to the ground and beaten by Heamis.

He forced himself to say, "This time the outcome might be different."

"No, Emory."

"I think the result will be the same no matter how many times it happens."

Heemis strode forward, then suddenly turned back as if struck by a thought.

Emory thought he had changed his mind and was about to speak.

He heard Heamis say, "Don't challenge me to a duel for the next month. You should spend more time training."

Emory's face darkened further.