Swallowing the Stars: The Wind Sword Master.

Chapter 47 Mental Attack

The atmosphere in the VIP room grew increasingly tense.

Ning Ze's eyes were calm. He had fought against mid-level lord monsters and was not intimidated by their aura. He did not show the slightest weakness.

Meanwhile, the members of the combat squad standing nearby tensed up, ready to take action at any moment.

Of course, their targets were the surrounding warriors or those who were trying to escape and seek help. Otherwise, if two powerful warriors with the strength of war gods fought, they could kill them instantly with a single move.

In truth, Ning Ze was not as relaxed as he appeared. He had already determined that the person before him was a mid-level War God, meaning that the opponent's strength was several times his own! It might even be ten times greater!

Do it.

He wasn't very confident.

Taking action in the base city would certainly result in severe punishment, perhaps even punishment he couldn't afford.

The reason this situation has come to this is entirely because of Wang Xing'an.

Even without Wang Xing'an forcing him to take action, Ning Ze had actually been considering doing so from the beginning, but the presence of a mid-level War God here was the worst-case scenario.

Ning Ze didn't know the extent of the Wang family's achievements or how long they had been in operation, but as long as Wang Xing'an was kept alive, there would always be a way out. If all else failed, then the only option was to coerce him into escaping.

Ning Ze's gaze remained unchanged as he silently entered a cultivation state. Strands of cosmic energy surged into his body. In this tense atmosphere, the energy flow far exceeded the usual speed, even faster than the increase in physical strength during combat.

As a war god, Wild Wolf was extremely sensitive to cosmic energy, and he immediately noticed this change, his brow furrowing slightly.

Especially when looking into Ning Ze's eyes, he saw countless sword beams, seemingly forming a howling gale, and even his spirit felt a slight pressure.

At this point, he was completely certain of Ning Ze's strength; he was undoubtedly a mentalist, having simply concealed it well before.

Wild Wolf was no match for a mentalist of the same level, but his expression relaxed.

He had figured it out. Even if he owed the Wang family a favor, he wouldn't cause trouble in the base city, especially since the other party was a mentalist. He might end up getting himself into trouble.

Fortunately, this is a base city, and neither of them dares to make the first move.

Since the Wang family wants to force Ning Ze to take action, it will likely take a long time and there may be unexpected events. All he needs to do is keep Ning Ze here and wait for that unexpected event.

Having repaid this favor, any chaos here is none of his concern.

Coincidentally, judging from Ning Ze's attitude, he didn't seem to want to leave, or rather, he didn't want to leave so easily, which had nothing to do with him either.

Three minutes have passed.

Everyone else in the room was fine, but Wang Xing'an was almost at his breaking point. When he heard that Ning Ze was a mentalist, his mind went blank.

Add to that the current oppressive and tense atmosphere, and every second is torture; it feels like an eternity!

He wanted Ning Ze to leave, but the thought of having a War God-level mentalist as an enemy filled him with immense fear. He was too young; the War God couldn't do anything to him, but once he became someone who surpassed the War God, he would be trapped with nowhere to go.

The situation has now completely spiraled out of his control.

Wang Xing'an lowered his head, his legs trembling. He wanted to leave, but he felt that he couldn't deal with the other party now. He wanted to escape far away and find his family to resolve this big problem.

Ning Ze keenly sensed Wang Xing'an's discomfort, and suddenly, an idea popped into his mind.

Mentalists are divided into those who can "control objects remotely" and those who can "attack mentally".

His mental power was cultivated when he practiced One Sword Seals the Heavens. At first, it only had a force of a few dozen kilograms, and even now it only has a force of ten thousand kilograms.

He always used his mental power as a supplement, so he never thought about researching mental attacks.

But now he has this interest, and he wants to try it out to see if he can perform "mental attacks".

Ning Ze was at a loss for words; he had never tried this before.

If the wolf didn't make a move at first, it's even less likely to do so now.

Ning Ze also began to think about it with peace of mind. After some consideration, he finally decided to proceed in the same way as in cultivation.

Suddenly, Ning Ze turned to look at Wang Xing'an.

The wolf felt a chill run down its spine, sensing something was wrong.

The next second, that feeling came true.

He looked into Ning Ze's eyes, and at that moment, a figure seemed to appear in the center of those starry eyes, vaguely resembling Wang Xing'an, while the surrounding area was filled with a fierce gale composed of endless sword light.

The next instant, a piercing howl came from beside me.

"Ah~"

The sound was heart-wrenching!

Wang Xing'an screamed in agony, feeling as if his soul was being slowly torn apart!

The pain he had never experienced before suddenly shattered his physical and psychological defenses.

In an instant, his body completely lost its resistance; his legs buckled and he collapsed to the ground, convulsing and howling, "Ah!!"

His whole body was convulsing, his hands trembling as he clutched his head, his mouth wide open, his face completely contorted, as if he were experiencing the most agonizing form of torture.

His spirit was being ravaged by the endless sword light.

Swish!

A figure suddenly stood in front of Ning Ze.

Wild Wolf tried to block Ning Ze's mental attack in this way, but he found it to be ineffective. He frowned and said softly, "Enough. There are regulations in the base city that prohibit mentalists from attacking people at will."

Ning Ze smiled slightly. He hadn't expected to actually succeed. Now his mental strength had improved a lot, and he could imagine a person for a long time, and even imagine himself cultivating and practicing swordsmanship.

Ning Ze couldn't help but laugh and cry. He had tried to cultivate before but failed, only managing to condense his energy for a few seconds. Now, however, he had managed to keep Wang Xing'an occupied for so long.

I looked up.

The wolf frowned, but only offered words of advice without making a move.

Ning Ze didn't want to leave too many clues, so with a flash of sword light in his mind, he directly shattered Wang Xing'an's image.

"what!"

With a groan of extreme pain, Wang Xing'an lay limply on the ground, motionless.

Wild Wolf frowned slightly, but didn't say anything more. He could sense that Wang Xing'an was still breathing.

As long as the person isn't dead, that's fine.

He only stopped Ning Ze this time; who allowed this kid to come over?

He couldn't stop the mentalist's methods either. If he made a move, a real fight would break out. This didn't meet the Wang family's requirements. As long as the person hadn't left, he could watch with a clear conscience.

Wang Xing'an deserved it.

The room became quieter, but the tense atmosphere dissipated.

The group of people in the underground alliance originally looked at Ning Ze as if he were a devil. They were mentally attacked, but they felt nothing. How could they not feel terrified?

Especially considering the previous conversation, the opponent's strength is very likely that of a war god!

This is even more terrifying; being looked at could be fatal!

They want Ningze to leave as soon as possible!

The stern-faced middle-aged man who had previously stopped the war squad lowered his head and dared not look in that direction.

He had offended a psychic, and a genius one at that. If he had known this would happen today, he wouldn't have gone to work at all.

Not only them, but even the members of the War Squad looked at Ning Ze with strange expressions. This kid has such methods? They had never seen them before!

Ning Ze paid no heed to the fear in their eyes. How could he possibly deal with his enemies with gentle methods? The sword in his hand might not strike, but the sword in his spirit would show no mercy!

Now that he had the upper hand, he was even more confident of escaping. The hostages were lying on the ground waiting to be captured; there were no hostages more threatening than these.

Time passed slowly.

Around 9 PM, the previously quiet and closed door was suddenly kicked open with a bang, just like the same gesture as the stern-faced middle-aged man from before. Ning Hua rushed in anxiously, shouting, "Son, are you alright?"

Ning Ze glanced at his father, then looked to his father's side.

He was a young man with gentle eyes, dressed in a black, elegant robe. Although he looked very young, he gave off a somewhat weathered feeling.

Ning Ze nodded to Ning Hua, "Dad, I'm fine." Then he respectfully greeted, "Supervisor."

"My lord."

Everyone in the room greeted and bowed to Manager Dongfang, even the martial artists from the underground alliance did so; this was the oppressive power of the Limitless Martial Arts Academy.

Manager Dong smiled gently and said, "I've been following your information, but this is the first time I've seen you like this. If your father hadn't kept it hidden, we might have been able to see your talent when you became a martial artist."

Ning Ze looked slightly embarrassed. Everyone thought they were hiding something, but in fact, they hadn't hidden anything before. The first time he absorbed cosmic energy, he only gained 1200 kg.

"Thank you so much for coming to our rescue, sir. Otherwise, we would have been in deep trouble this time."

Wild Wolf's expression was a bit strange. He was indeed a mid-level War God, but this kid was a high-level mentalist. Why should he be afraid of him?

Upon hearing this, Manager Dong's face darkened, and he said seriously, "As a member of my Extreme Martial Arts Academy, of course I will not let you suffer any injustice."

Ning Ze was somewhat moved, and the resentment in his heart lessened considerably. He sincerely thanked him again, "Thank you, Supervisor."

Manager Dong nodded slightly, then glanced at Wang Xing'an on the ground. He frowned slightly and asked, "What happened?"

Ning Ze looked slightly embarrassed and replied honestly, "I did it. This man is called Wang Xing'an. He's the mastermind behind keeping us here and wants to embezzle our materials. I was afraid that if my father found out too late, we'd be at his mercy and wouldn't be able to turn the tables, so I thought of keeping a hostage."

Manager Dong nodded and smiled, saying, "That's bold. You actually knocked him unconscious. It seems you were perfectly safe even without me."

Just then, a hoarse voice sounded beside me, "It's not knocking me unconscious, it's a psychological attack."

Upon hearing this, Manager Dong exclaimed in surprise, "Mental attack? You're a mentalist?"

Ning Ze nodded slightly and replied, "I am a mentalist, but I awakened it later and am a bit weak. I usually use it as a support."

Manager Dong was speechless for a moment. Without a doubt, the father and son were hiding something again.

He turned to look at Ning Hua and realized he had misjudged him; the burly man wasn't as honest as he had thought.

Wild Wolf's lips twitched slightly. Hearing Ning Ze's words, he knew he had been tricked!

With a casual glance, Manager Dong noticed the ordinary-looking middle-aged man beside him. It was strange that the man had been so inconspicuous that he hadn't looked at him closely until now. Upon closer inspection, he frowned and whispered, "Wild Wolf, you were involved in this too?"

"I'll do this favor and not let this kid leave." Wild Wolf's voice sounded a little frustrated.

"Go to the Palace of the God of War and apologize yourself."

Manager Dong frowned slightly. Since this war god hadn't made a move, he couldn't say much.

As a pillar of humanity, even if the God of War makes such a mistake, he will not be severely punished.

"Supervisor, they're still holding onto my documents. They said they were reviewing them, but I don't know what's going on now," Ning Ze said.

Upon hearing this, Manager Dong's eyes lit up, and he replied, seemingly unrelated to the question, "How much strength do you have now? Have you cultivated the Wind Slash to the third level?"

Ning Ze honestly replied, "My strength now exceeds 2 kilograms, and I have indeed cultivated the Wind Slash to the third level."

Supervisor Dongfang's eyes widened, and he exclaimed in a low voice, "Twenty thousand kilograms? You've reached the intermediate-level warrior realm? So fast? Didn't your physical attributes only reach warrior level in early September? You've increased by twelve thousand kilograms in two and a half months? You didn't use gene evolution fluid, did you?"

Ning Ze quickly shook his head and said, "Of course not. My strength can't be improved after using up the gene evolution fluid. Why would I use something like that?"

Manager Dongfang clicked his tongue in amazement, thinking it was getting more and more outrageous. Then he laughed loudly, "A nineteen-year-old intermediate warrior, having cultivated the Wind Slash to the third level, you're sure to get into the elite training camp this time. I even suspect that if you wait a few more months, you might become a War God. By then, you'll have missed this great opportunity. The resources in the Spirit Training Camp are something many War Gods would envy."

Ning Ze became even more curious: would someone who became a God of War regret it?

"Thank you so much for the recommendation, Supervisor. Could you please help me look up my documents?"

Hearing Ning Ze mention those materials again, Manager Dongfang felt curious.

When Ning Hua called him before, he only said that Ning Ze went to sell materials and couldn't be contacted, and that he had a grudge against the Wang family, but he didn't mention the materials.

"They also confiscated your documents? How much did they confiscate?"

Ning Ze hesitated for a moment, then said uncertainly, "According to our team's statistics, the price of this batch of materials should be over 500 billion."

The room fell silent. The warriors stared blankly at them, wondering what kind of deity they had offended. A single martial arts squad earned 500 billion!

Even Wild Wolf was shocked; as a mid-level War God, he didn't have that much money.

At most, he can kill low-level lords. He can kill them, but he doesn't dare to kill too many, otherwise he will be hunted down by king-level monsters.

The materials for a low-level lord are worth between 5 million and 30 billion. These war gods also make money by killing beast general-level monsters. When they enter the wilderness, they dare not be too arrogant, otherwise their strong life fluctuations will be discovered by lord-level monsters and they will be surrounded and attacked.

They had limited physical strength and were also afraid of the beast tide.

Even if killing monsters is more efficient than the warrior squad, it costs just as much. A set of top-tier equipment, weapons, and combat suit costs 750 billion, and even if the God of War could buy it at the best price, it would still cost 500 billion.

Can a single squad of warriors earn 500 billion?

One can only say that he truly deserves to be called a spiritual master.

Manager Dongfang stared blankly at Ning Ze, speechless.

He knew this kid wouldn't lie to him, but 500 billion! His entire net worth wasn't even 500 billion!

His younger brother is a war god and can barely make 500 billion, so what makes Ning Ze so special?

There are few mentalists, but there are quite a few extreme martial arts schools.

Spiritualists are good at killing monsters quickly and making a lot of money, but no spiritualist can sell 500 billion worth of materials at once!

For a moment, he was completely baffled.

This is not the work of a martial artist!

Martial artists are no good, and neither are mental cultivators among martial artists.

There's still a slight possibility that he possesses the strength of a high-level war god, but Ning Ze just mentioned that he only has 2 kilograms of strength and even weaker mental power.

This is not logical.

(End of this chapter)