Psychic Object Manipulation

Jingxin Hall.

The name was elegant, but the scene inside the museum sent chills down Chen Fan's spine, even though he was a veteran of countless battles.

The expected spacious and desolate training ground, hostile gazes, and tense atmosphere... were all absent.

Instead, there were thousands of packed seats and, as far as the eye could see, rows of beautiful young women.

When Chen Fan and Shen Xuan, led by the icy-cold chief Su Qingyue, stepped into the huge arena in the center of the stadium, a deafening roar of cheers and screams erupted!

"Ah! Chen Fan! It's Chen Fan!"

"My God! She's even cuter in person than in the forum photos! How can someone with such a small frame unleash such terrifying power?"

"Senior Shen Xuan, look this way! Even though you lost, you're still so handsome!"

"Go, little monster! Beat our chief! Let her taste what it's like to be instantly killed!"

The enthusiastic cheers came in waves, as if they were about to lift the dome of the Jingxin Hall.

Various vulgar and offensive words were mixed in, making Chen Fan's eyes twitch.

He felt less like he was there to challenge the competition and more like he was there to put on a concert.

Beside him, Shen Xuan, the number one Prodigies of Jiangbei, had completely lost his composure.

He stood frozen in place, his handsome face flushed red, unsure of where to put his limbs, his eyes filled with fear and confusion, looking like a wandering ascetic who had strayed into the Pansi Cave, being repeatedly scorched by thousands of burning, curious, and gossipy gazes around him, almost shattering his Dao Heart on the spot and Ascension immortality.

In a corner of the audience, a group of bold girls had already surrounded him, chattering and bombarding him with a barrage of questions.

"Senior Shen Xuan, how many calories of Qi and Blood do you have? How do you usually cultivate?"

Who's more capable, you or Chen Fan?

"Senior, do you have a girlfriend? Would you mind finding someone older than you?"

Shen Xuan's body visibly shrank tighter and tighter, radiating an aura of despair. "Who am I? Where am I? Save me!"

Chen Fan couldn't resist any longer. Taking advantage of the moment before the referee came onto the stage, he moved closer to Su Qingyue on the other side of the ring and lowered his voice.

"I mean... has the hospitality of Jiangdong always been this warm?"

He pointed to the girls in the stands waving their arms and even holding up homemade support signs, looking puzzled. "I'm here to challenge them, shouldn't you be very angry?"

Su Qingyue's clear, cold phoenix eyes first swept indifferently over the fans in the venue who had already fallen into a frenzy, and then lingered for a moment on Shen Xuan in the corner, who was almost overwhelmed by questions and looked utterly hopeless.

Finally, her gaze returned to Chen Fan.

On that eternally frozen, exquisitely beautiful face, no emotion could be seen; she simply spoke slowly in a calm, factual tone.

"Our school hasn't admitted a male student in fifty years."

Chen Fan was taken aback.

Su Qingyue seemed to feel that her explanation was not clear enough, so she added another sentence.

"You two are very rare."

"..."

Chen Fan fell completely silent.

His lips twitched uncontrollably.

Rare?

After all that, it turns out that in the eyes of these female students, Shen Xuan and I are probably no different in essence from the two giant pandas on their first public appearance at the zoo.

No wonder...

No wonder that subtle spiritual probing wasn't filled with murderous intent, but rather with pure curiosity.

No wonder the female principal didn't even bother with pleasantries and directly sent her top student off the stage.

In their view, this might not be a challenge concerning the school's honor at all, but rather... an interesting public exhibition match that could satisfy everyone's curiosity?

Having figured this out, Chen Fan felt a mix of amusement and exasperation.

He glanced at Shen Xuan, whose skin was almost worn smooth from handling, and decided to act quickly and rescue his poor companion as soon as possible.

Just then, a middle-aged female instructor dressed in a referee's uniform, with a capable demeanor, finally stepped onto the ring.

She first glared fiercely at the audience, then shouted in a voice brimming with the power of her Qi and Blood, "Quiet down! What kind of behavior is this!"

The noise inside the venue subsided considerably, but the girls' gazes remained intense.

The female referee shook her head helplessly, then looked at Chen Fan and Su Qingyue and began to read out the competition rules.

The rules are simple: stop when one side concedes defeat or loses the ability to fight, and the match ends.

"Both parties share the same name!"

"Jiangdong Women's Martial Dao Middle School, Grade 9 Chief Student, Su Qingyue."

Su Qingyue's voice was clear and cold as she nodded slightly to Chen Fan.

"Chen Fan, Jiangnan No. 1 High School"

Chen Fan returned the greeting, his expression returning to calm.

As he announced his name, the childishness of an eight-year-old seemed to vanish instantly, replaced by a calm and composed demeanor.

Like an ancient ferocious beast that has sheathed all its claws, it lies dormant in silence.

For the first time, an invisible flame finally ignited in Su Qingyue's indifferent phoenix eyes.

That was a fighting spirit purely formed from Mental Power!

"Both sides prepare!"

The female referee raised her right hand high.

"The match begins!"

The moment the words fell!

Buzz!

An invisible, immense pressure, as vast as mountains and seas, instantly enveloped the entire arena, centered on Su Qingyue!

All the remaining noise inside the venue came to an abrupt halt at that moment.

Countless girls felt a sinking feeling in their hearts, and even breathing became difficult, as if an invisible hand had gripped their souls.

This is...

The oppressive aura of Psychic Master!

Su Qingyue's long hair moved without wind, her indifferent phoenix eyes fixed on Chen Fan, and she said, word by word, "Your Mental Power is very special, unusually tenacious for a martial artist."

"However, even a warrior's will has its limits."

Before the words were even finished!

Click! Click! Click!

The Special Alloy floor beneath Chen Fan's feet and within a radius of tens of meters around him silently rose into the air amidst a teeth-grinding tearing sound!

Dozens of Alloy floor tiles, each weighing hundreds of kilograms, rose silently into the air like puppets controlled by invisible threads, their sharp ends all pointing at the small, thin figure in the center of the arena.

The next second, Su Qingyue pointed her delicate hand into the air.

"Go!"

Whoosh!

The deadly rain of stones transformed into a vast, oppressive shadow of death, accompanied by a piercing shriek that tore through the air, as it relentlessly bombarded Chen Fan!

Facing the storm of metal, Chen Fan showed no fear whatsoever; instead, a rare and intense curiosity appeared on his face.

"Interesting.!"

"Is this the power system of Psychic Master?"

"Using intangible Mental Power to leverage tangible matter."

He didn't immediately engage head-on. Instead, he shifted his footwork, and his figure blurred in an instant, like a wisp of smoke moving through a storm, ghostly weaving and dodging through dozens of deadly Alloy bricks.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Each Alloy brick came with a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air, striking at a terrifying speed far exceeding the speed of sound; the swirling gale could even sting a person's cheek.

However, these attacks, which were powerful enough to pierce through Alloy plates, were always narrowly avoided by Chen Fan at the last second, just before they were about to hit his body.

He was dodging, but more like he was... observing.