After passing through the White Eagle Alliance's defenses, Su Hao and Xing Tiandao did not linger, heading straight toward Akala Island.
Xing Tiandao was held around the waist by Gardevoir and carried through the air at a steady speed by Confusion.
Yet his gaze remained fixed on Su Hao, undisguised envy flashing in his eyes.
Standing in midair by stepping on air as though he were walking normally—wasn't that way too cool? It felt far more stylish than simply flying horizontally.
Despite looking like a mature social elite on the outside, Xing Tiandao's interest in such things was no different from that of a young man.
Unable to hold himself back, Xing Tiandao asked, "That's amazing. How did you do it?"
He still remembered that half a year ago, Su Hao had not even been able to bend a spoon with Psychic-type power. How could he do something like this now?
Caught off guard by the question, Su Hao paused mid-step before answering sincerely, "Although I have the Calm Mind method you gave me, my Psychic-type power hasn't actually improved much."
"As for how I did it... it mainly depends on one's control over Psychic-type power."
"Look at this."
Under Xing Tiandao's half-understanding gaze, Su Hao lifted his foot again. Looking over, Xing Tiandao discovered that where Su Hao had just stood was a paper-thin plane of Confusion, perfectly sized to fit the sole of his shoe.
"...This is."
Having come from a psychic user family, Xing Tiandao quickly understood the principle.
This guy had actually calculated where he would step in advance, condensed a Confusion foothold there that could support an adult's weight, and repeated the process over and over?
Setting aside how difficult that was, the degree of fine control over Psychic-type power it demanded was simply absurd.