Mental Strength

"Resisted a Mental Attack once, gained 121x efficiency."

"Resisted a Mental Attack once, gained 143x efficiency."

"Resisted a Mental Attack once, gained 91x efficiency."

"..."

System notifications rang out continuously. Lin Mu could feel his Mental Power steadily growing in this state.

His consciousness underwent some kind of change as well. Vaguely, his control over his body had become far stronger than before.

Things in cultivation that he had not fully understood before suddenly became clear.

Lin Mu had never cultivated Mental Power before, nor had he ever imagined that increasing it would bring such benefits. ...

While Lin Mu was steadily improving, Zhao Shun slipped into the Blood Pool. He swam to a spot not far from Lin Mu, a vicious glint at the corner of his mouth.

He held a bottle of pitch-black potion in his hand. After pouring it into the water, Zhao Shun swiftly retreated.

As the potion spread in all directions, the resentment of many Fierce Beasts gathered toward it.

Before long, that resentment became almost tangible, radiating a savage and violent aura.

Its gaze swept around, soon landing on Lin Mu above.

It let out a shriek and charged toward Lin Mu.

At that moment, Zhao Shun returned to the surface. He looked at Lin Mu with malice in his eyes.

Lin Mu vaguely sensed someone watching him. Opening his eyes, he found Zhao Shun.

At that moment, Zhao Shun mouthed, "Go to hell!"

Lin Mu frowned slightly. Before he could react, a gloomy aura enveloped him.

Lin Mu's expression changed slightly. He looked toward the Blood Pool and saw only a dense mass of Black Qi surrounding him.

The expressions of many people present changed visibly.

"What's going on? Why has the resentment gathered together?"

"This resentment comes from Fierce Beast Essence. Under normal circumstances, it won't gather unless something has happened!"

"What do we do? With so much resentment gathered together, the mental damage it can cause is terrifying!"

"Save him!"

"..."

Someone immediately spoke up.

A figure rapidly formed hand seals. Streams of light-like Source Force burst from his body and surged into the Blood Pool.

But the Black Qi in the Blood Pool moved extremely fast. Almost the instant it reached Lin Mu, it enveloped him.

Lin Mu was dragged down to the bottom of the pool.

The expressions of many people present changed drastically. Several figures leaped into the Blood Pool at once.

Some students noticed this scene as well, their faces clearly changing.

"What's happening? Does this Blood Pool eat people?"

"I think I just felt an incredibly strong resentment. Something must have happened over there!"

"How could this happen for no reason?"

"..."

Many people discussed it animatedly, swimming closer to the shore for fear of being caught in the fallout.

Qian Mu opened his eyes at that moment. He was relatively close to Lin Mu and had also sensed that icy aura.

Such powerful resentment. If nothing unexpected happens, it has already taken tangible form. Its intensity is above 0.9. With my current Mental Power, an attack of this level would leave me dead or severely injured!

What exactly is going on? Why has resentment of this level appeared? Qian Mu silently wondered, slowly backing away as wariness filled his gaze toward the center of the Blood Pool. ...

Lin Mu's body continued sinking. He could feel that icy aura continuously pouring into his body, and a violent feeling surged into his heart.

That sensation was much stronger than before, nearly driving him into deviation.

But with the system's help, Lin Mu's consciousness was far stronger than before.

Facing the attack of that icy aura, his breathing gradually steadied, a trace of indifference appearing in his eyes.

The icy aura found this strange.

Under its assault, Lin Mu seemed not to have been greatly affected.

This angered it, and a massive amount of resentment surged in.

Lin Mu closed his eyes and calmed his mind. Vaguely, he seemed to enter a rather peculiar state.

No matter how the icy aura attacked, he could maintain a sliver of reason.

Not far from Lin Mu, several teachers arrived. Seeing him completely surrounded by resentment, their expressions changed as well.

They knew this resentment was exceedingly bizarre. Even though their cultivation was not weak, they did not dare provoke it lightly.

"Damn it! In this situation, we can't save him at all!"

"What do we do? Are we just going to watch him die?"

"No! No matter what, we can't give up!"

"..."

Someone formed hand seals, and streams of Source Force fell upon the resentment.

But the resentment had no physical form. Although his Source Force had some purifying effect, it could not inflict much harm on it.

The other teachers each used their own methods as well.

But before the resentment, they were all at their wits' end.

Because resentment was a Mental Attack, one needed to reach at least the Fourth Tier Martial Artist realm to deal with it.

Where could they find a Fourth Tier Martial Artist on such short notice?

"Look over there!" one teacher said at that moment.

Their eyes noticed the medicine bottle that had fallen to the bottom of the pool. Strands of black liquid still drifted out of it.

Someone's expression changed. "Grievance Curse! That's an A-grade Potion. How could it appear here?"

"Someone must be playing dirty!" One person clenched his fists, fury filling his eyes.

At that moment, the black resentment enveloping Lin Mu let out a piercing scream, as though it had encountered something terrifying.

It gradually vanished at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Lin Mu's figure was revealed, and his eyes slowly opened.

"Break!" Lin Mu commanded.

The octopus-like resentment turned into strands of Black Qi and slowly dispersed.

The teachers surrounding the area not far away changed expression.

That was resentment!

A Mental Attack!

Even Second Order and Third Order Martial Artists like them had no way to deal with it.

Yet Lin Mu had actually shattered it!?

"This guy's Mental Power!" someone cried out, staring fixedly at Lin Mu.

He could sense that Lin Mu's Mental Strength had reached at least 1.0. This was something many Second Order and even Third Order Martial Artists could not accomplish.

"How is that possible? How old is he?" another person could not help saying.

Astonishment appeared in the eyes of the others as well.

They could all sense Lin Mu's extraordinary Mental Power.

"Martial Artists with mental talent are rare, practically one in ten thousand. Who would have thought Third High School would produce one!"

"Mental Power is the key to entering Fifth Order! With such talent, so long as he does not die young, he will at least become a Fourth Tier Martial Artist in the future!"

"Who would have thought Third High School had such a genius!"

"..."

The group discussed it animatedly, unable to stop themselves from drawing sharp breaths.

If Third Order was the ceiling of Li City, then Fifth Order was absolutely an existence people like them had to look up to.

Even in the Provincial Capital, such a person would be a first-rate expert.

Even the strongest experts in the Provincial Capital had cultivation only at the peak of Seventh Order.

With Fifth Order cultivation, one could already suppress countless people.

Bai Fan and the others entered the Blood Pool at that moment as well. Seeing Lin Mu in the distance, disbelief welled up in their eyes.

1.0 Mental Strength!

Were First-Order Martial Artists this monstrous nowadays?