Psionic Warrior

"Die!"

With an angry roar, Lin Yan took the initiative, slashing his saber toward the approaching Yu Bing.

Seeing that Lin Yan was not about to surrender without a fight, Yu Bing grew furious, casually unhooking the longspear from his back and thrusting it forward.

Clang!

In an instant, two startling forces collided, erupting into a deafening hum.

The next moment, Lin Yan's figure flew backward several meters, crashing to the ground.

The arm holding the saber was trembling violently.

"Hmph! To be able to take a spear from me, you're not half bad."

Seeing Lin Yan slowly pick himself up, Yu Bing's gaze turned cold.

Swish!

The longspear moved like lightning, instantly reaching Lin Yan and thrusting straight for his face.

Meanwhile, holding a longsword, Ye Cang was about to launch a sneak attack from the side.

Suddenly, a figure appeared before him.

"Damned scum, I'll send you on your way right now!"

The dagger was like a poisonous viper, thrusting toward Ye Cang's heart.

It was Du Ya who had made his move!

Clang!

Ye Cang hurriedly raised his longsword to block, but under the massive gap in strength, he was still blasted flying several meters.

"Du Ya! Prepare to die!"

At that moment, Shi Feng let out a loud shout and attacked Du Ya from the side.

Bang!

With a single blow, Shi Feng was sent flying a dozen meters, crashing to the ground and losing all movement.

Right then, Bai Yuanliang and Wu Guang were about to step forward, but Ye Cang stopped them.

It was useless for them to go up; they probably wouldn't even be able to take a single blow.

Swish!

Ye Cang's figure flashed as he met Du Ya head-on.

This time, he did not trade blows directly.

Displaying his Minute Level Movement Technique, he shifted continuously in front of Du Ya, tangling him in place.

Although Du Ya's strength had already reached that of an Intermediate Martial Artist, his movement technique was roughly on par with Lin Yan's.

Coupled with the consumption from his previous battle, this left him utterly unable to do anything to Ye Cang in the short term.

Meanwhile, Ye Cang had already begun allocating points to the 'Spirit' attribute!

His Life Energy value continued to drop.

Ye Cang sensed a boundless, mysterious region appearing within his body.

This was a martial artist's sea of consciousness.

At that moment, wisps of mist gradually appeared within the empty sea of consciousness, drifting aimlessly about.

As the mist gradually increased, Ye Cang felt his vision, hearing, sense of smell, and even his control over his body undergo a startling enhancement.

This also made him far more adept in his battle with Du Ya.

Some attacks that he originally would have been unable to dodge could now be clearly tracked by their trajectory, allowing him to easily dodge them.

At the same time, he also sensed a formless power appearing around his body—a power invisible to the naked eye, yet clearly perceptible to him.

This was the power released from his sea of consciousness, entirely under his control.

My mental energy has awakened!

A thought stirred in Ye Cang's mind.

Rumble!

His sea of consciousness suddenly shook.

The next moment, Ye Cang felt the mental energy that had previously been trapped within his sea of consciousness break its shackles and shroud his entire body.

"Ah! Go to hell!"

Suddenly, Du Ya flew into a rage.

Having failed to finish off Ye Cang for so long, Du Ya's fury threatened to pierce the heavens.

The next instant, the Qi and blood surged within his body, and his strength instantly spiked by several notches.

Even his speed increased by a fraction.

And this happened right as Ye Cang's mental energy was awakening.

Caught off guard, the dagger struck the longsword in his hand, sending it blasting away.

Crack!

Under Du Ya's terrifying strength, the longsword shattered in an instant.

Half the blade flew out, embedding itself diagonally into the ground several meters away.

"Die!"

Du Ya roared. In this single moment, he found the opportunity to thoroughly execute Ye Cang.

Boom!

The earth shattered as he charged straight out, heading right for Ye Cang.

The dagger in his hand gleamed with a chilling, gloomy light, eager to consume Ye Cang.

Hearing this, Ye Cang sneered.

Is that so? Don't be so sure!

By now, he had adapted to his surged mental energy. Looking at the charging Du Ya, an idea formed in his mind.

Under the sensory guidance of his mental energy, the remaining half of the longsword in his hand accurately parried, taking the brunt of Du Ya's strike head-on.

The formidable force sent him stumbling backward.

However, a mocking smile tugged at the corner of Ye Cang's mouth.

"Goodbye!"

Hearing these words, Du Ya suddenly sensed a dangerous aura emerge in his heart.

Before he could even see where the danger came from, he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

Pfft...

Fresh blood spewed as a broken blade pierced straight through his chest, floating before Ye Cang.

"You! How is this possible... A Psionic Warrior..."

Thud!

Du Ya's body collapsed heavily to the ground, his eyes wide open, clearly dying with lingering grievances.

Having dealt with Du Ya, Ye Cang let out a long breath.

He then looked toward the battle not far away.

Boom!

Two figures continuously traded blows, but it was obvious that Lin Yan had long since fallen to a disadvantage.

His body was teetering, yet relying on sheer, astonishing willpower, he kept forcing himself to stand straight.

Yu Bing was like a cat toying with a mouse, appreciatively and with keen interest watching Lin Yan's resistance, his eyes filled with mockery and disdain.

Suddenly, his expression shifted, and he looked toward Ye Cang's direction.

"What! Du Ya is dead!"

When he saw Du Ya lying dead before Ye Cang, Yu Bing's expression turned progressively ugly.

"Useless trash, he couldn't even finish off a quasi-warrior!"

He hadn't seen clearly how Du Ya had died.

Besides, at that moment, that half-blade was already lying on the ground.

"Good-for-nothing garbage. Du Ya is dead, and whatever he promised me is gone. Since that's the case, your life will have to pay for it!"

Before his voice even faded, Yu Bing hurled the longspear in his hand. In a flash of dark light, it was already before Ye Cang.

"Oh no!"

Ye Cang's expression shifted, and holding the half-sword, he hurriedly blocked in front of himself.

Clang!

Amidst the clash of weapons, the remaining half-blade in Ye Cang's hand exploded into fragments, and he was blasted flying a dozen meters by the terrifying force carried by the longspear.

"Hah? You still won't die!"

Seeing that Ye Cang had blocked his longspear, Yu Bing's expression grew even uglier.

With a flash of his figure, he appeared right beside the longspear, gripped it once more, and took aim at Ye Cang.

Heh! I've been waiting for you!

Looking at Yu Bing standing beside the longspear, an imperceptible smile surfaced on Ye Cang's face.

Swish!

A piercing sound broke the air. Before Yu Bing could hurl the longspear, a sudden palpitation gripped his heart.

"What is that!"

In his peripheral vision, a flash of a blade thrust toward his head from behind in an instant.

"A Psionic Warrior!"

Seeing the incoming blade, Yu Bing's expression changed drastically.

Clang!

He hurriedly whipped his spear back to parry.

At that moment, the smile on the face of Ye Cang not far away grew even wider.

"Die!"

The next instant, several blades shot up from the ground all around, piercing straight for Yu Bing's vital points from all directions.

These were the sword fragments that had been shattered by Yu Bing's longspear just moments ago.

Now, manipulated by Ye Cang's mental energy, the speed they erupted with was even faster than the speed of his spear strikes.

"Ah..."

A miserable, piercing scream rang out. Yu Bing managed to block only two or three of them before his body was pierced through by the remaining multiple fragments.

Forearm, thigh, abdomen...

Fresh blood gushed out. Under the excruciating pain, Yu Bing dropped directly to his knees, his eyes filled with terror.

"It's your time to go!"

A frigid voice echoed from the front.

Yu Bing watched as those sword fragments shot out from all directions once more, blasting fiercely toward him.

"No..."

His terrified roar abruptly cut short.

The blade fragments moved like streaks of light, piercing dozens of holes through Yu Bing's body.

In less than a single breath, Yu Bing was dead beyond a doubt.

Heh... I won!

Ye Cang collapsed onto the ground in exhaustion.

To break the deadlock, he had to catch them off guard.

He had pulled it off.

Soon, however, a wave of stinging pain pulsed through his mind, accompanied by a sense of dizziness.

His mental energy had increased far too violently.

If not for forcing himself to hold on with his last breath, he probably would have passed out right then and there.

"Ye Cang..."

Exclamations from two people rang out nearby.

It was Bai Yuanliang and Wu Guang, who were running over in a panic.