"That's right. It works on much the same principle. If those Bullets really hit us, any one of us would be dead.
"Even if they're fake, we can't tell the difference. Our subconscious would take them for real, and our bodies would believe we'd been shot. Unless—"
"Unless what?"
"Unless you had tremendous mental strength and confidence. You'd have to reach the level of those Indian ascetics who can control their heartbeats, blood circulation, hormones, and everything else—who can control their bodies and minds completely. Only then would you have nothing to fear from this kind of attack."
Now and then, an ascetic who had spent thirty or forty years practicing in remote mountain forests would emerge and travel to countries in North America, performing feats like surviving a month or two buried underground, or spending months in a water tank without food or drink.
Some of those feats were fake, but many were real.
The Sages' Society had done considerable research into such things, so Arabella understood the principles behind them.
When she explained, the other girls understood too. They cried out one after another, "Wow! Who knew Tang Changsheng was so powerful?"
But despite what she had said, Arabella had her doubts. Was Tang Changsheng's mental strength really so great that he could control his body and mind perfectly?
Even if he had reached that level, how could the Bullets and shells vanish before they even reached him?
Could Tang Changsheng's mental strength extend three meters beyond his body and cancel out every attack?
No. How could that be possible? If his mental strength really was that powerful, then by the Sages' Society's reckoning, he had reached the point where mind could affect matter.
Someone with such power was no longer human, according to the Sages' Society. He