"Stop! Stop! Stop!"
Wu Hao's lazy-looking face kept twitching as he repeatedly shouted for Ning Ze to stop.
Ning Ze reluctantly ceased his attack. The longswords in his mind vanished one after another, while the silver-white swords in his eyes slowly faded away as well.
"What's wrong? Was there something wrong with my attack? I usually only use it as support, so I haven't practiced it much."
The attack had stopped, but Wu Hao's mouth was still twitching. With a bitter smile, he said, "Nobody attacks like you do!"
Ning Ze froze for a moment. "What did I do? I've never cultivated a Mental Master's Secret Manual. Did I cultivate it incorrectly?"
Wu Hao did not know whether to laugh or cry. Looking aggrieved, he said, "Your way of attacking is completely shameless! There are sword shadows everywhere, while I only have five blades. How am I supposed to block that? It's not that I can't withstand it, but this kind of weakened attack is just pure bullying."
Mental Master cultivation involved two things: increasing one's mental strength, and combining mental strength with Cosmic Energy to form Mental Power.
Martial artists also had mental strength, but how much they could mobilize depended on cultivation. Only attacks that invaded another person required "active" mental strength—that was Mental Power. Defense did not.
Fortunately, he was a War God, and his latent mental strength was powerful enough to block Ning Ze's attack. Even so, it still felt awful. If he had only been a Warlord, it would have felt like ten thousand swords piercing his heart—more painful than being sliced to pieces.
Ning Ze cautiously asked in a low voice, "Then how do you launch mental attacks?"
"Fine! My turn!" Wu Hao was somewhat unconvinced. He had tested it just now and found