Tien Shinhan walked out from Simulated Battlefield, with an aura of sharpness lingering around him.
Quinn was excitedly discussing the energy model of "Divine Eye Kamehameha" with him, but he suddenly noticed something was wrong.
The figure that always followed him disappeared.
He looked around, and his eyes finally settled on the closed alloy door not far away.
The indicator light of Simulated Battlefield has been switched to "in use" at some point.
Tien Shinhan's heart moved and he quickly walked to the door.
As soon as he raised his hand, two lines of text silently popped up on the communication panel next to the door.
"Tien Shinhan, I want to try it too."
"You wait for me outside. This time, I will do it myself."
Tien Shinhan's hand was hanging in the air, and those two lines of words were reflected in his three eyes.
He could feel extremely firm determination.
He took a step back, leaned his back against the cold wall, and slowly sat down cross-legged.
Simulated Battlefield internal.
Chiaotzu is floating alone in the air. Under the huge dome, his small body looks particularly lonely.
He didn't look at the regular training programs, but took a deep breath, his childish voice trembling.
"I want...Quantum Stardust Array."
The system was silent for two seconds, seemingly assessing the risk level of this request.
Immediately, the space suddenly changed.
The dome, walls, and floors all turned into endless nothingness. Chiaotzu seemed to be thrown into absolute darkness Abyss.
Then, the light lit up.
Countless tiny light particles emerged from all directions, each emitting an extremely weak cold light.
They float, collide, and rotate in the darkness, forming a micro Milky Way of terrifying scale.
Quantum Stardust. Universe 12 The ultimate tool for training Psychic Power-Type Warrior.
"Current amount of stardust: one trillion."
"Task requirement: Manipulate all the stardust at the same time to arrange them according to the specified graphics."
"Time limit: None."
Chiaotzu stretched out his hands, and Psychic Power spread like a spider web, easily touching the nearest batch of stardust.
With a flick of his finger, hundreds of stardust obediently changed their trajectories and moved in the direction he specified.
Very simple.
He expanded the scope and spread the Psychic Power network outwards. Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands.
The moment Psychic Power tried to cover more than half a million stardust at the same time, a terrifying backlash came.
It was like half a million different universes smashed their own Laws into his mind in an instant.
His consciousness was torn into pieces, Psychic Power's tentacles shook violently under the overload, and the Stardust that had just been controlled began to escape crazily.
Chiaotzu gritted his teeth and forcibly put the broken consciousness back together.
One million!
There was a sharp pain like a needle pricking between my eyebrows, as if something was about to come out from inside.
His mental network let out a shrill scream on the verge of overload, and the arranged stardust formation instantly collapsed.
Chiaotzu's body suddenly tilted in mid-air, and a stream of warm liquid slipped from the nasal cavity, condensing into a small red sphere in the weightlessness.
"It has been detected that the operator is mentally overloaded and it is recommended to terminate the training."
Chiaotzu wiped away the nosebleed, but his eyes became even more stubborn.
"Don't stop! Come again!"
outside the door.
Tien Shinhan closed his eyes, but Heavenly Eye opened a thin slit between his forehead.
His spiritual perception penetrated the alloy door and was firmly locked on Chiaotzu.
He could "see" the violent, repetitive, and almost self-destructive mental fluctuations.
Chiaotzu's consciousness is being stretched open, crushed, and then forcibly gathered together with willpower, only to be ruthlessly stretched open again.
Tien Shinhan's fists were clenched, his knuckles turned white, and then he slowly unclenched them.
Yamcha passed by with two cups of hot drinks and placed one cup in Tien Shinhan's hand.
"It's been two and a half hours, and there's not a lot of movement."
Tien Shinhan did not open his eyes.
"He can definitely do it."
Yamcha raised his eyebrows.
"Are you trying to convince me, or are you trying to convince yourself?"
Tien Shinhan raised his head and glanced at him, his eyes deep.
Yamcha raised the cup and smiled.
"It's just a joke. Chiaotzu is a very tough guy. He won't let go even if he's right. He has the same moral character as you."
Within Simulated Battlefield.
Chiaotzu has failed more than thirty times.
Each time it ended with the mental network collapsing.
He stopped, suspended among the stardust, and wiped the blood from his face.
What's the problem?
His Psychic Power logic is "one-to-one", with one Psychic Power tentacle corresponding to one target.
One trillion stardust requires one trillion tentacles. This is simply a delusion.
He closed his eyes, retracted all the Psychic Power between his eyebrows, and condensed it into one point. Then, it suddenly spread out to form a Psychic Power Field.
In the field, the movement speed of the nearest thousands of stardust dropped suddenly, as if they were trapped in sticky amber.
Effective!
Chiaotzu's eyes lit up, and Psychic Power Field expanded rapidly.
But soon, a dull pain came, Mental Power was diluted to the limit, and the field effect began to decay.
The total amount of his Psychic Power is limited, and the wider it is spread, the thinner the density.
But... what about Purple-Gold Core?
The one with the core of Infinite Energy!
Tien Shinhan used it to achieve unlimited bursts, Kamehameha, and Yamcha used it to achieve uninterrupted output.
But I am always afraid that it will burn out my brain!
Chiaotzu made up his mind.
For the first time, he issued an order to the core of the god sleeping in his body.
"Maximum power output...!"
The torrent of purple-gold energy surged upwards from Dantian, brutally tearing open his fragile mental channels and pouring crazily into his cerebral cortex!
"Uhhhhhhhh!"
The soul seems to be thrown into the core of the sun, and every inch is burning!
Psychic Power Field expanded crazily under the infusion of Infinite Energy, and its pupils completely turned into bright gold.
Psychic Power Field takes him as the center and spreads out to the entire simulated space. Every stardust is soaked in the golden sea of spirit.
But the density was still not enough, and Stardust was still struggling, as if laughing at his overestimation.
"Ah!"
Chiaotzu roared unwillingly, draining out the last of his will and integrating it into Psychic Power Field.
In an instant, Stardust trembled violently in the golden sea.
Then, one by one, they were completely still.
Chiaotzu opened his arms and tilted his head back. Golden light seeped out from every pore of his body, illuminating the endless darkness as bright as day.
The data on the holographic panel is completely crazy.
"Psychic Power Field Coverage: All areas."
"The number of Stardust controls: one trillion."
"Control status: All still."
At the bottom of the panel, a line of scarlet markings that had never appeared before flashed crazily.
"Special judgment: This Psychic Power Field has the 'Spatial Stasis' effect. Objects in the field that are lower than the controller's mental dimension will have their motion status forcibly delayed!"
One trillion stardust, solidified in golden light.
Chiaotzu slowly opened his eyes, and a trillion motionless stars were reflected in his golden pupils.
He stretched out his finger and hooked it lightly.
The stardust moved.
They follow the trajectory of Chiaotzu's fingertips and draw a huge, crooked smile in the golden space.
Chiaotzu looked at that smiling face and felt a sore nose.
Simulated Battlefield's door opened. Tien Shinhan stood up and saw the golden sea of light that had not yet dissipated.
Chiaotzu floated over.
"Tien Shinhan."
"I gave it a name."
"Golden Psychic Realm."
Chiaotzu's expression is extremely serious.
"In this world of thoughts, anyone with a lower spiritual dimension than me will move slower."
"They are slow to punch, slow to vent their anger, and slow to think about things."
Tien Shinhan walked in, squatted down, and looked level with Chiaotzu.
"Your nosebleed hasn't been wiped clean yet."
"Ah?" Chiaotzu hurriedly wiped it on his face.
Tien Shinhan took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped it carefully for him.
Chiaotzu raised his head, his eyes sparkling.
"Tien Shinhan, I will not only be a support person from now on."
"I can also fight head-on."
Tien Shinhan looked at him with a faint smile.
"You've always been more than just a support person."
He stood up and patted Chiaotzu's hat.
"Let's go, it's time to go out."
The two walked out of Simulated Battlefield side by side when they heard Yamcha's loud voice coming from the corner of the corridor.
"Let me tell you, your fermented fungus drink only needs soy sauce! Do you understand soy sauce? It is the soul of our earth! Without it, your drink has no heart!"
A four-armed researcher is raising his four hands with a confused look on his face, trying to understand what kind of scientific structure the "heart of a drink" is.
Chiaotzu looked at this scene and finally couldn't help laughing.