-A Third-Level Psionic.
To be honest, this was Beigong Ling's first time facing a Psionic of this caliber head-on...
Combat footage of Third-Level Psionics was scarce, and every Psionic awakened a different ability. As a result, Beigong Ling knew very little about them... All she could really judge was that their strength hovered around that of Title-Class fighters. She was even confident she could take down those with poor control over their psionic energy in a single exchange.
She knew perfectly well that even among Third-Level Psionics, strength varied from person to person.
Just as Esnie could take on three other Title-Class fighters at once... there had to be differences in strength among Third-Level Psionics, too.
What she had not expected, however, was that Iris's ability would far exceed her expectations.
It was an almost overwhelmingly powerful ability. At least for the moment, Beigong Ling could think of no way to subdue her without hurting her.
The suffocating sensation slowly began to encroach on Beigong Ling's mind. Her thoughts remained clear, but she knew she had to make a decision now.
That invisible force held Beigong Ling's neck in a crushing grip, but she had not lost her ability to fight. Seizing an opening, she kicked a scalpel lying nearby off the floor, sending it flying straight toward Iris.
The attack made Iris briefly release her hold on Beigong Ling. The girl fell to the floor, coughed twice, then charged at her again without another word.
In fact, once someone closed in on a Psionic, their combat effectiveness dropped drastically... If ordinary people with cybernetic augmentations were warriors, then Psionics were undoubtedly mages.
A mage caught at close range by a warrior usually met only one end... So Beigong Ling was focused on finding a way to get close to