"Increase it!"
Charles practically ground those words out through clenched teeth.
That made Hank McCoy decide to increase the power once again.
Charles wielded his immense power. This time, he felt as though he was finally about to enter Jiang Chen's consciousness.
A flicker of joy crossed his pained face.
Just as he was finally about to break through,
his vision suddenly went black, and he lost consciousness.
Beside him, Hank McCoy panicked. He hurriedly shut off Cerebro and shouted, "Someone, get over here! Professor X has fainted!"
Now Hank McCoy was utterly dumbfounded.
Seriously?
Professor X had actually lost a contest of psychic power?
Who on earth was capable of that?!
Who could overpower Professor X with psychic ability and even make him pass out?
Was this some kind of madness?!
Xavier's School, a dorm room.
Looking at Professor X lying unconscious on the bed, Mystique frowned deeply and kept asking Hank McCoy, "Brother, what exactly happened to him?"
"If I told you the professor fainted because he exhausted his psychic power in a contest with someone else, would you believe me?" Hank McCoy asked Mystique.
Honestly, even Hank McCoy found his own explanation hard to believe.
After all, something like this almost never happened to Professor X.
Hank McCoy could believe that Jean, with her power unleashed, might be capable of something like this in a psychic contest. But someone else?
Honestly, Hank McCoy found that unbelievable.
After all, most mutants knew one another. Even if they had never met, they had at least heard something about each other. Yet he had never heard of a mutant whose psychic ability surpassed Professor X's.
"Who could it possibly be?" Hank McCoy sank into thought.
Just then, a sudden, sharp gasp rang out.
The next second, Professor X's eyes