Mental Strength

"Resisted one Mental Attack, gained 121x efficiency."

"Resisted one Mental Attack, gained 143x efficiency."

"Resisted one Mental Attack, gained 91x efficiency."

"..."

System notifications rang out one after another. Lin Mu could sense that, in this state, his mental strength was steadily growing.

His entire consciousness was undergoing some kind of transformation as well. Vaguely, his control over his body had become much stronger than before.

Some points in his cultivation that he hadn't fully understood suddenly became clear.

Lin Mu had never trained his mental strength before, nor had he ever imagined that improving it could bring such benefits.

While Lin Mu was steadily growing, Zhao Shun's figure submerged into the Blood Pool. He swam to a spot not far from Lin Mu, a sinister look curling at the corner of his mouth.

In his hand was a bottle of pitch-black Potions. He spilled the liquid into the water, then quickly retreated.

As these Potions spread outward, the resentful grudges of many fierce beasts began to converge in this direction.

Before long, these grudges took on a tangible form, exuding a fierce and murderous aura.

Its gaze swept around, and soon landed on Lin Mu above.

It let out a roar from its throat, then charged toward Lin Mu.

At that moment, Zhao Shu returned to the surface. His eyes fixed on Lin Mu, filled with venomous intent.

Lin Mu vaguely sensed someone watching him. He opened his eyes and saw Zhao Shun.

Right then, Zhao Shun mouthed the words: "Go die!"

Lin Mu's brow furrowed slightly. Before he could react, a gloomy aura enveloped him.

His expression shifted. He looked down at the Blood Pool and saw a thick mass of black qi surrounding him.

Many of those present showed obvious changes in expression.

"What's going on? Why are the grudges gathering together?"

"These grudges are produced by Fierce Beast Essence. Normally they don't converge unless something triggers them!"

"What do we do? So many grudges gathered together—the mental damage will be terrifying!"

"Save him!"

"..."

Someone immediately spoke up.

A figure rapidly formed hand seals, and a burst of light-like source energy erupted from his body, surging toward the Blood Pool.

But the black qi in the pool moved extremely fast. By the time it reached Lin Mu, it had already enveloped him.

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

Many faces turned pale. Several figures jumped into the Blood Pool at once.

Some other trainees also noticed this scene, their expressions shifting markedly.

"What's going on? Does the Blood Pool eat people?"

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

"Everything was fine—how did this happen?"

"..."

Many murmured among themselves, swimming a bit closer to the shore to avoid being caught up in it.

Qian Mu also opened his eyes at this moment. He was relatively close to Lin Mu and had felt that cold, sinister aura as well.

"Such strong resentment. If I'm not mistaken, it's already materialized, with an intensity above 0.9. With my current mental strength, taking a hit like that would leave me either dead or severely injured!"

"What exactly happened? Why did a grudge of this level appear?" Qian Mu thought to himself. He slowly backed away, his gaze toward the center of the Blood Pool now tinged with wariness.

Lin Mu's body kept sinking. He could feel that cold, sinister aura continuously invading him, and a surge of violent rage welled up in his heart.

That feeling was far stronger than before, nearly driving him to qi deviation.

But with the system's help, Lin Mu's consciousness was now much tougher than before.

Facing this attack of cold, sinister qi, he gradually adjusted his breathing, a trace of cold detachment appearing in his eyes.

The sinister aura found it strange.

Under its assault, Lin Mu didn't seem to be affected much at all.

This irritated it, and a massive flood of resentment poured in.

Lin Mu closed his eyes and sank into concentration. Vaguely, he seemed to enter some kind of peculiar state.

No matter how the sinister aura attacked, he could still maintain a shred of rationality.

A short distance from Lin Mu, several teachers arrived. Seeing Lin Mu completely enveloped by resentment, their expressions shifted.

They knew this resentment was extremely bizarre; even with their decent cultivation, they dared not provoke it lightly.

"Damn! In this situation, there's no way to rescue him!"

"What do we do? Just watch him die?"

"No! We can't give up, no matter what!"

"..."

Someone formed hand seals, sending streams of Source Power down onto the resentment.

But the resentment had no physical form. Although his Source Power had some purifying effect, it couldn't inflict much damage on it.

The other teachers also tried their own methods.

Yet faced with the resentment, they were all at a loss.

Because resentment belonged to Mental Attacks, one needed at least the Fourth Tier Martial Artist realm to have any way of dealing 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 caught sight of a medicine bottle lying at the bottom of the pool, with strands of black liquid still floating out from inside it.

Someone's face changed color: "The Grievance Curse! This is an A-grade Potion! How did it end up here?"

"Someone must be pulling strings!" another clenched his fist, his eyes filled with fury.

Just then, the black resentment shrouding Lin Mu let out a piercing shriek, as if it had encountered something terrifying.

It began to dissipate at a visible rate.

Lin Mu's figure emerged, his eyes slowly opening.

"Break!" At Lin Mu's command, the octopus-like resentment turned into wisps of black qi, gradually fading away.

The teachers standing nearby changed color.

This was resentment!

A Mental Attack!

Even they, Second and Third-Order Martial Artists, had no way to handle it.

And Lin Mu had actually shattered it!?

"This guy's mental strength!" someone exclaimed, his eyes locked onto Lin Mu.

He could sense that Lin Mu's Mental Strength had reached at least 1.0—something many Second-Order or even Third-Order Martial Artists couldn't achieve.

"How is that possible! How old is he?" another couldn't help saying.

The others also showed expressions of astonishment.

They all felt Lin Mu's extraordinary mental strength.

"Martial Artists with mental talent are rare, almost one in ten thousand. I never thought Third High School would produce one!"

"Mental strength is the key to entering the Fifth Order! With this kind of talent, as long as he doesn't die young, he'll at least become a Fourth Tier Martial Artist!"

"I never thought Third High School had such a genius!"

"..."

They discussed among themselves, unable to help drawing sharp breaths.

If the Third Order was the ceiling of Li City, then the Fifth Order was something people like them could only look up to.

Even in the provincial capital, that would be a top-tier expert.

The strongest expert in the provincial capital was only at the Seventh Order peak.

Having Fifth Order cultivation was already enough to suppress many people.

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

1.0 Mental Strength!

Since when were First-Order Martial Artists this monstrous?