Jung's trump card

The subway was speeding along, and in the empty carriage, the Soul Power unleashed by the First Generation "Jung" had filled the entire space.

Sensing the omnipresent Soul Power, Lin Yu was certain...

The First Generation Jung did indeed wield a certain degree of "soul" Authority.

His Soul Power is no less than that of the Second Generation "Freud"!

The two men's Soul Power gave him almost the same feeling. Now that Lin Yu himself also had abilities related to Soul Power, he was naturally not completely ignorant about this aspect.

The essence of "Soul Power" is the extension of the "soul"—continuously multiplying and extending one's soul, just like a "soul organ".

But...

Whether it was the Second Generation Freud or the First Generation Jung, their souls shared a significant characteristic with other people who used Soul Power.

That is their "Soul Power"... which is even more "resilient".

If a normal person's soul is like flesh and blood, then the Soul Power extended by ordinary people who can use Soul Power is, in terms of its "nature," more like a kind of teeth and claws than flesh and blood—more stable than a normal soul, less susceptible to the influence and impact of other energies, and even if lost, it will not harm the soul itself.

Within a unit of Soul Power, there is often a higher density of "soul energy" than the soul itself.

After all, while maintaining a "link" with the soul, this Soul Power is also released to directly attack opponents or even collide with the energy released by opponents. If it were as fragile as a "normal soul" itself, then this Soul Power as Supernatural System would probably have been eliminated long ago!

Therefore, most cultivation systems that cultivate Supernatural Power Soul Power also include methods to make the "soul" and its extended "Soul Power" become more substantial and resilient.

Just like the resistance training in combat – skilled Martial Arts artists develop thick calluses on their fists, elbows, knees, and toes.

The cultivation of Soul Power... is the same.

However, the resilience of the "Soul Power" released by the First Generation Jung in front of him was something Lin Yu perceived in his spirit...

This has clearly gone far beyond the scope of normal "Soul Power"!

Rather than being a "callus" worn out by training, this Soul Power has almost become like "metal integrated into the bones."

This is definitely not an effect that can be achieved through "cultivation" or "training".

Based on Lin Yu's limited knowledge of Soul Power... at least, the currently known Supernatural System Soul Power systems cannot achieve this.

Unless...

By virtue of "Authority".

If one possesses "Soul Authority," then one can certainly use the Divine Power of that "Authority" to change the nature of one's own soul and directly trigger a qualitative change.

The two individuals Lin Yu has encountered whose "soul nature" is completely different from that of ordinary people are none other than the First Generation Jung and the Second Generation Freud, who are the two Authority who control the "soul".

The soul tentacles, layer upon layer, covered the carriage and wrapped around Lin Yu's body like chains— the Soul Power empowered by the "Soul Authority" even had the ability to easily destroy the real material world.

"Click, click..."

Lin Yu could clearly see that because the First Generation Jung was constantly and unrestrainedly releasing his Soul Power, the glass of this subway car was even "squeezed" into cracks.

Zhu Ming's slender body was also squeezed, and her bones and joints made a crisp "crack" sound.

"Fu--"

Lin Yu let out a breath; he was also having some difficulty breathing, and like the First Generation Jung, he was slightly out of breath when he spoke.

"I'm telling you... don't you hate him...?"

Lin Yu looked at the bloodshot Jung of the First Generation Jung, watching the blood trickle down his face, almost staining half his face and dripping into his glasses, and spoke in a low voice.

"He's fallen to this state, shouldn't you... thank me?"

Lin Yu spoke with a mocking tone.

"Hmph... shut up... you idiot, hmph... you know nothing," the First Generation Jung's face twisted, his hands trembling as he raised them, pointing his ten fingers in Lin Yu's direction, "He is indeed a coward... hmph... but he can... hmph, hiss... realize the Truth of this 'Death game,' his 'self-awareness'... hmph... is ten thousand times more precious than your life, more precious than the lives of all you worthless 'Player' combined!"

"Heh... you Wild Dog who picks up scraps, what right do you have to act so high and mighty... heh, what gives you the right to put on that attitude? Hiss... heh!"

"You have some talent, but you... ha... all you have is talent as a 'Player'... ha... ha... you're not a Game designer, a Game expert at all... ha... ha..."

"You ungrateful wretch... Hah... I... I'm going to kill you!"

The soul tentacles tightened even more, and Lin Yu shrugged.

"Oh, no wonder I said earlier that after I killed you... you didn't run away."

"So it was because you were confident from the very beginning... You thought you were stronger than me, the First Generation Jung... You thought you were the one who could easily decide my life or death."

But is that really the case?

Lin Yu spoke softly, then slowly raised his hand.

He felt immense resistance, entangled by those soul tentacles, his body feeling as if it were in some heavy quagmire.

The way he raised his hand at that moment was like trying to pull a piece of sweet potato out of the syrup from a plate of candied sweet potatoes that had started to cool down.

Every time he raises his arm, his muscles and bones make a sickening sound.

But...

He slowly, bit by bit, raised his hand.

Then, he pointed in the direction of the First Generation Jung... and gave him the middle finger.

"Trying to kill me with these conventional tactics, the way you deal with ordinary 'Player'... won't work."

As he spoke...

Behind Lin Yu, Old Zheng, who had been bypassed by those soul tentacles, unleashed a tremendous amount of Mental Power!

The immense Mental Power surged through Lin Yu's body like a tidal wave, yet it did not harm her spirit or soul in the slightest; it merely "dissolved" those soul tendrils completely!

These soul tentacles, which far surpass ordinary Soul Power and are empowered by Authority, are difficult to shake with ordinary magic or spiritual power.

But...

Mental Power is always the best way to deal with Soul Power.

It was a burst of Mental Power that Old Zheng had almost completely depleted during his peak, and this Mental Power energy was refined by Old Zheng, a master of Mental Power, using his newly learned "Psychokinesis" techniques... In terms of both quantity and quality, it was no less than that of Soul Power.

So... just like the scorching sun baking snow, in an instant, the soul tentacles around Lin Yu completely dissipated.

Even... this Mental Power shockwave rebounded towards the direction of the First Generation Jung!

"Crack! Bang!"

The subway car's already cracked windows shattered completely and exploded!

Glass shards were flying everywhere, scattered all over the place.

The First Generation Jung almost screamed.

"Hiss... You dare! You even dare to use your Mental Power... Heh... Heh! You filthy bitch!"

Lin Yu laughed, "Curses and insults can't kill me... Show me your true skills, First Generation Jung!"

"You should indeed be stronger than you were before you died; ordinary 'Tier 3' fighters are far inferior to you... But, this level still can't kill me—at least, it can't kill me with 'Freud' protecting me."

Lin Yu smiled and looked at Old Zheng behind him, "He's really amazing, isn't he? I understand why you hate him so much now, and I understand why you're so infatuated with him."

The First Generation Jung stopped speaking, but his breathing became heavier.

"Ho... hiss... ho... hiss..."

He had indeed realized that ordinary methods of using Soul Power were useless against the woman before him.

The "Beast Master" of the "Freedom Alliance"... are by no means ordinary "Tier 3" trainers.

So...

"Heh... heh... this was originally intended for that illiterate delinquent girl named 'Fluorvosamine'..."

"Looks like... I'll have to try it on you first, you bitch... hiss... hah..."

The First Generation Jung spoke, muttering to himself.

"Beast Master... Heh, heh... You probably don't understand, my body is already so broken... why do I still... heh... keep it..."

"Indeed... the way I use my Soul Power... heh... after death... heh, heh... I can perform something like 'body possession'... heh... after combining with 'Soul Authority'... theoretically... heh... I need even less of a physical body..."

He muttered to himself, the blood flowing from his eyes increasing to the point of "Blood Gushing Like a Spring"—the blood even flowed into his mouth, making his speech more slurred and choking sounds.

"Because... oh... cough cough... my... oh... hiss... my body... oh... is... cough cough... a sacrifice..."

"Pat-pat, pat."

The First Generation Jung's eyeballs popped out of their sockets, his tongue limply drooped out of his mouth, and blood-red mucus oozed from his mouth and nose.

Through the dark, empty eye sockets, Lin Yu could see...

Inside the skull of the First Generation Jung, there was no formed brain tissue, only a pool of chaotic, blood-red goo that kept writhing.

Even Lin Yu almost vomited when he saw this scene.

"Did this guy know that Old Zheng only had one brain left, so he deliberately melted his own brain away or something?"

Lin Yu inwardly grumbled, but immediately devised a countermeasure.

Anyway...

The other party seems to be in the process of "transforming"... but Lin Yu won't follow the transformation Rule of magical girls or tokusatsu shows.

He raised his hand, Thunder Art burst forth from his fingertips, striking directly towards the direction of the First Generation Jung!

And at the moment the lightning struck...

"Whoosh!"

The crimson, viscous paste enveloped the head of the First Generation Jung, and then...

All the soul tentacles retracted and combined with the blood-red slime, unleashing a chilling energy fluctuation!