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Spiritual Master!

These four words exploded in Lin Feng's mind.

No wonder!

No wonder his movements were so strange and could interfere with my senses!

It turns out that it wasn't some strange movement technique at all, but a more mysterious ability.

Spiritual Master!

A mentalist is someone who specializes in mental power and can control objects with their thoughts, killing people invisibly.

At the same level, a mentalist can easily crush three to five martial artists of the same level.

Because their attack method is a mental attack that martial artists cannot defend against at all!

At that moment, with Fu Bo's finger pointing, Lin Feng felt an invisible force pressing in from all directions.

His body felt as if it were being crushed by a mountain, his bones groaning under the unbearable weight, his legs buckled, and he almost knelt down on the spot.

Even more terrifying, a sharp, stabbing pain shot straight into his mind.

It felt like countless steel needles were frantically churning his brain.

His consciousness began to blur, and the scene before him began to distort and overlap.

"Give up the resistance."

Uncle Fu's voice echoed in his mind like a spell.

"In my psychic field, you are a lamb to the slaughter. Your will, your body, will be under my control."

Lin Feng gritted his teeth, drawing blood from the tip of his tongue, and a sweet, metallic taste spread through his mouth.

The intense pain kept him barely conscious.

He can't kneel!

Once he kneels down, his will will completely collapse, and he will become the other party's puppet.

"system!"

Lin Feng roared inwardly.

"I want more!"

His only hope now is the system!

Since the opponent is using mental attacks, he will use his mental strength to counter them!

[Host: Lin Feng]

【Spirit: 10】

[Realm: Martial Artist Level 4 (0/400)]

[Technique: Basic Body Strengthening Technique (10/10)]

[Martial Arts: Mountain-Splitting Slash (1/1000), Mysterious Step (1/2000)]

[Talent: Steel of the Blade (134/500)]

[Martial arts points: 750]

750 martial arts points.

Lin Feng's mind was racing.

My mental strength is currently 10 points, which is at the level of an average person.

To fight against a mentalist, 10 points are completely useless.

Add more! Add as much as you can!

"100 points, boost your spirit!"

hum-

A warm current flowed into my brain, and my previously chaotic consciousness instantly stabilized a bit.

The stinging sensation, like steel needles, was greatly reduced.

【Spirit: 110】

[Martial arts points: 650]

Uncle Fu frowned slightly.

He sensed that the prey's mental barrier had suddenly thickened.

"That's interesting."

Uncle Fu increased his mental output, and the intense mental pressure came crashing down on him like a tidal wave.

Lin Feng had just caught his breath when he was pressed down on by this force, causing his knees to bend.

Not enough! Far from enough!

"650 points, all in!"

The second warm current flowed in, ten times more powerful than the first.

Something was being unlocked in Lin Feng's mind.

It was a door that had never been opened.

Behind the door lies a completely new world of perception.

[Congratulations, host! Your mental strength has exceeded 500, you have awakened your mental power, and become a first-grade mental master!]

[Spirit: First-Rank Spiritualist (260/1000)]

[Martial arts points: 0]

System notifications kept popping up, but Lin Feng didn't bother to look at them.

Because of his perception, a tremendous change occurred.

He can "see".

In the air, invisible threads of psychic energy extended from Uncle Fu's fingertips, weaving into a giant net that enveloped his entire body.

This is the field of telekinesis.

Lin Feng suddenly raised his head.

The pressure that had been pressing down on him suddenly eased.

It wasn't that Uncle Fu stopped, but rather that his perception had changed.

The vast net woven by his mental power appeared to him like a thin film.

There are flaws and gaps everywhere.

Uncle Fu's fingers trembled slightly.

His expression finally changed.

"you!"

He had barely uttered a single word when Uncle Fu shut up.

He noticed it.

The mental fluctuations emanating from the prey were even stronger than his.

It's not just a little stronger, it's much stronger.

That's impossible.

Uncle Fu had lived most of his life and had never seen anything like it.

How could someone break through to become a Spiritual Master on the spot, and have a spiritual power stronger than someone who has cultivated for more than ten years?

But he was a seasoned veteran, and his reaction was extremely quick.

Almost at the same instant he noticed the anomaly, Uncle Fu took three steps back, flipped his hand, and three throwing knives flew out from his sleeve.

Three throwing knives hovered in the air, enveloped in psychic power, their tips all aimed at Lin Feng.

"Psychic throwing knife!"

Lin Feng recognized the move.

The classic combat style of a psychic is to control weapons with telekinesis and attack from a distance.

The speed, angle, and force of these three throwing knives are all controlled by mental power.

It's impossible to guard against, and there's no way to avoid it.

"Whoosh!"

The first throwing knife was launched, heading straight for Lin Feng's throat.

fast.

Extremely fast.

However, Lin Feng clearly saw the layer of mental energy surrounding the flying knife.

He did something extremely daring.

He didn't hide.

His mental energy collided directly with it.

The throwing knife flew to within half a foot of him and stopped.

The metal blade vibrated violently in the air, emitting a buzzing sound.

The knife tip was pointed at Lin Feng's throat, but it could not go any further.

The two forces of thought clashed on the throwing knife.

Uncle Fu's mental power enveloped the outer layer, pushing forward with all his might.

Lin Feng's mental power seeped in from within, resisting it fiercely.

This kind of confrontation doesn't require any fancy skills; it's all about who has the stronger mental fortitude.

Lin Feng had just raised his mental power to the level of a first-grade mental master.

"broken."

Lin Feng uttered a single word.

He suddenly increased the pressure of his mental power, directly crushing the spiritual imprint that Uncle Fu had attached to the throwing knife.

Control of the throwing knife changed hands in an instant.

Uncle Fu's expression changed drastically.

"The second one! The third one!"

He gritted his teeth and activated the remaining two throwing knives, cutting in simultaneously.

One goes along the waist and ribs, the other along the back of the head.

Years of combat experience allowed him to execute exquisite teamwork even when at a disadvantage.

But it didn't work.

Lin Feng's mental energy spread out, covering a range far exceeding that of Uncle Fu's psychic field.

The two throwing knives were instantly enveloped by Lin Feng's mental energy the moment they rushed in.

Uncle Fu is still desperately fighting for control.

Lin Feng's psychic power directly crushed it.

puff!

Uncle Fu groaned, and two streaks of blood trickled from his nostrils.

His mental energy was forcibly dispersed, and his mental domain suffered a backlash, causing him to stagger back several steps.

All three throwing knives hovered in front of Lin Feng.

The blades were turned around, all pointing at Uncle Fu.

The air was silent for two seconds.

Uncle Fu wiped the blood from his nose, stared at Lin Feng, his chest heaving violently.

"A first-grade mentalist? How could you possibly be a first-grade mentalist?"

Lin Feng did not answer.

He didn't want to answer, nor did he need to answer a dead man.

Three throwing knives were launched using his telekinesis.

The three knives were lined up in a straight line, charging straight at each other.

Faced with overwhelming power, any skill is superfluous.

Uncle Fu did his best to build up a spiritual barrier.

The first throwing knife hit it.

The barrier cracked.

The second and third throwing knives pierced Uncle Fu's chest.

Blood gushed from the wound. Uncle Fu looked down at the short knife embedded in his flesh and bone, his lips moving slightly.

"I, an old man, have cultivated my mental power for over ten years, and I've lost to a mere brat?"

His body slowly fell to the ground, his eyes filled with resentment and confusion.

He couldn't understand it until his death.

Lin Feng let out a long breath, his legs went weak, and he almost sat down on the ground.

It wasn't an injury, it was just that I was too exhausted.

He used up all of his newly awakened mental power at once, and now his head is buzzing and his temples are throbbing.

But we can't rest yet.

"No...don't kill me!"

In the corner, Young Master Zhao scrambled backward.

He watched as Uncle Fu was pierced through the chest by his own throwing knife.

Uncle Fu, one of the Zhao family's strongest bodyguards, died just like that.

The man who killed Uncle Fu was walking towards him.

Young Master Zhao's back slammed into the wall, leaving him nowhere to retreat.

"I am a direct descendant of the Zhao family! Do you know the Zhao family? The Zhao family's influence in Qingzhou..."

"The Zhao family, right?" Lin Feng walked up to him and squatted down.

Young Master Zhao nodded frantically: "Yes! The Zhao family! The Zhao family of Qingzhou! Release me, and the Zhao family will give you anything—weapons, pills, martial arts techniques, anything!"

"That's not what you said when you asked him to kill me."

Young Master Zhao's face was as white as paper.

"That was...that was Uncle Fu's own decision! It has nothing to do with me!"

Lin Feng shook his head.

He wasn't a bloodthirsty person, but he wasn't stupid either.

This Young Master Zhao already knew about his killing of the psychic, and also knew that he himself was a psychic.

Once this information is leaked, the trouble it will cause will be endless.

"I'll kowtow to you! I'll kowtow to you, okay?!"

Young Master Zhao really knelt down, his forehead banging against the ground repeatedly.

Lin Feng looked at him, quickly going through the details in his mind.

A direct descendant of the Zhao family died in the ruins on the front line. How will the Zhao family investigate?

Will they find out about me?

will not.

The premise is that it leaves no trace.

Lin Feng took a deep breath and stretched out his hand.

Young Master Zhao thought Lin Feng was going to help him up, so he quickly reached out to grab him.

A burst of mental energy blasted directly into his mind.

Young Master Zhao's body suddenly stiffened, his eyes widened, and his pupils became dilated.

The next second, he collapsed silently to the ground, no longer breathing.

Mental strangulation.

Leave no external wounds, leave no bloodstains.

When investigating the cause of death, the most common explanation is that it was caused by a backlash of mental energy or a ruptured heart meridian due to excessive fear.

Lin Feng stood up and looked around.

This abandoned outpost is itself a dilapidated building left over from the post-war period.

The walls were covered in cracks, and the ceiling showed signs of extensive collapse.

He needs to create an "accident".

Uncle Fu had wounds caused by throwing knives, which was the biggest flaw.

Lin Feng pulled out the throwing knife, wiped it clean with Uncle Fu's clothes, and put it back into Uncle Fu's sleeve.

Then they dragged Uncle Fu's body to the corner of the wall and made it look like he had been hit.

The next step is crucial.

He channeled his vital energy into his fist, aimed at the weakest crack in the load-bearing wall, and slammed it down.

"boom--"

The crack widened rapidly, and loose rocks fell down.

not enough.

The second punch.

"boom!"

The load-bearing wall completely broke, causing half of the ceiling to collapse and burying most of Uncle Fu's body.

He dragged Zhao Gongzi's body to another corner and covered his upper body with rubble.

Lin Feng stepped back to the doorway and gave the scene one last inspection.

Two bodies were buried under the collapsed building.

The wound was covered by rubble, and with the dust and dirt from the ruins, no one would notice anything unusual in a short time.

Even if they discover it, their first reaction is that the crack will collapse and they will be crushed to death.

In places like the front lines, these kinds of accidents happen almost every day.

No one will doubt it.

Lin Feng nodded and turned to leave.

He didn't go through the main entrance.

They climbed out through a breach in the rear of the stronghold, and under the cover of night, moved quickly along the ruins.

After his mental powers were awakened, his range of perception expanded significantly.

Everything within a hundred meters of him was under his control.

He sensed two patrol teams passing by and hid behind a pile of scrap metal until they were far away.

Fifteen minutes later, Lin Feng returned to the garrison area of ​​the sixth defense line.

The camp was quiet; most of the soldiers were already resting.

Only a few sentries on night duty were walking around.

Lin Feng slipped into his tent through the side passage and lay down on his cot.

The fatigue in my body surged up like a tide.

Tonight's exertion was really too great.

First, he followed that young master Zhao, and then he went head-to-head with Uncle Fu, that spiritualist.

His mental energy was almost completely drained, and his head was throbbing with pain.

But Lin Feng didn't go to sleep immediately.

He closed his eyes and brought up the system panel.

[Host: Lin Feng]

[Spirit: First-Rank Spiritualist (260/1000)]

[Realm: Martial Artist Level 4 (0/400)]

[Technique: Basic Body Strengthening Technique (10/10)]

[Martial Arts: Mountain-Splitting Slash (1/1000), Mysterious Step (1/2000)]

[Talent: Steel of the Blade (134/500)]

[Martial arts points: 0]

Martial arts points have been reset to zero.

He poured all 750 points into his mental power, in exchange for a life and the identity of a mentalist.

Is it a loss or not?

It's worth it.

I almost lost my life, so what's the point of talking about losses?

Lin Feng turned over, his thoughts still racing.

He is now a spiritualist.

This identity must never be revealed.

He must not let anyone know until he is strong enough to protect himself.

Mentalists are extremely rare in the martial arts world. Once exposed, they are either sought after by major powers or regarded as a threat and eliminated directly.

He didn't want to face either of them.

Keep this as a trump card, and reveal it at the crucial moment.

With that thought in mind, Lin Feng finally closed his eyes.

......

The next morning, the bugle call to assemble woke Lin Feng from his sleep.

He got up, rubbing his temples. His mental energy had recovered somewhat, but his head still felt a little heavy.

Stepping out of the tent, the sunlight was so bright that he squinted.

While they were lining up, the veteran next to him nudged him with his elbow.

"Have you heard? A crack in a private house collapsed last night, killing two people."

Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat, but his face remained expressionless.

"Who is it?"

"I don't know, it doesn't seem to be from our defense line. Some people say it was someone from outside, with an attendant, who was running around in that godforsaken place in the middle of the night, and got caught in the collapse and buried in it."

The veteran clicked his tongue twice: "Rich people are courting death, coming to the front lines for thrills. Have they had their fill of thrills now?"

Lin Feng hummed in agreement and didn't ask any further questions.

It appears that nothing unusual was found at the scene.

But he had a vague feeling that things might not end so easily.

The direct descendants of the Zhao family died on the front lines.

Regardless of the cause of death, the Zhao family will send someone to investigate.

At that time...

"Attention all!"

A loud shout came from ahead, interrupting Lin Feng's thoughts.

He was a burly man with a voice loud enough to flip a tent over.

"Orders have arrived: the Sixth Defense Line is now on Level II combat readiness, effective immediately! All personnel are canceled their rest days and are on standby at any time!"

A commotion broke out in the ranks.

"Level 2 alert? What happened?"

The burly man looked worried: "The scouts at the front report that the beast tide in the northern wilderness will reach the sixth line of defense within three days."