"This guy... he’s using Mental Power to attack us! Damn it!"
Mike roared, "Quick, get out your General Star Medal! We have to kill him fast! Under this mental suppression, the medal won’t last more than three minutes!"
As he roared, he pulled an ancient, unremarkable metal medal from his storage unit with a trembling hand, slamming it onto the chest of his power armor.
Qin Feng heard him and, without the slightest hesitation, immediately did the same.
He quickly took out the "Qiming General Star" medal—personally awarded to him by the Empire after the Qimingxing Inter-School League—and affixed it to his chestplate.
The moment the medal made contact with the power armor, a faint yet incredibly majestic and sacred Will emanated from it.
This Will, as if from the eternally undying, supreme Dominator of the human Empire, carried with it an inviolable, ultimate authority. Like a warm, golden light, it instantly enveloped their Spiritual Worlds, completely dispelling the intense, stabbing pain that had clung to them like maggots feasting on bone!
The headache was gone.
"Haaaah..."
They both let out a long sigh at the same time, as if pulled back to shore from the brink of drowning.
"Attack!"
Without a moment’s respite, the engine of Mike’s Chainsaw Sword roared as he became a gray-green afterimage, lunging straight at the Medical Doctor.
Qin Feng followed close behind, his spear, "Dragon Koi," striking like a dragon!
"Ignorant fools! You think you can resist the Kind Father’s gift with the Emperor’s decadent Will?!"
The Medical Doctor let out a crazed shriek, the green light in his eyes flaring brightly.
Instead of meeting them head-on, his body swayed bizarrely. Mike’s seemingly inescapable strike merely grazed the edge of his clothes, cleaving through empty air.
At the same time, Qin Feng’s spear thrust aimed at his heart was forcibly diverted by an invisible force, leaving only a moderately deep wound on his shoulder.
"It’s Mental Power interference!"
Qin Feng immediately deduced, "He’s using Mental Power to affect our perception and distort the trajectory of our attacks!"
"Kill!"
Mike ignored all that. He knew time was precious.
His attacks grew even more frenzied, adopting a style of trading blow for blow. He swung his massive Chainsaw Sword wildly at the Medical Doctor, attempting to crush all his opponent’s techniques with sheer, brute force.
And Qin Feng’s spearmanship was equally swift and ferocious.
*Cold Gleam*, *Dragon-Snake Spear*, *Thousand Army Spear*...
One Killing Technique after another, each long since mastered to the Control Realm, flowed effortlessly from his hands. They wove an inescapable net of death that constantly shrank the Medical Doctor’s room to maneuver, perfectly complementing Mike’s frontal assault.
Under the protection of the General Star Medals, their teamwork was once again seamless!
Although the Medical Doctor could use Mental Power to interfere, he was not, after all, a Martial Artist specializing in combat. Facing the frenzied siege of two top-tier geniuses with immense combat experience and power equal to his own, he soon found himself on the back foot, with one close call after another.
SQUELCH!
Finally, as he dodged one of Mike’s decapitating strikes, he exposed a minuscule opening.
Qin Feng seized the opening with pinpoint accuracy!
The "Dragon Koi" in his hands vanished for an instant.
Self-Created Killing Move—[Fierce Owl Chasing Shadow]!
The next moment, the crimson spear tip reappeared as if from thin air, carrying a terrifying power capable of tearing through anything, and viciously ran through the Medical Doctor’s heart!
"Ugh..."
The crazed smile on the Medical Doctor’s face froze completely.
He looked down, staring in disbelief at the Long Spear that had pierced his chest.
"The Kind Father... will avenge... me..."
Before his words could fade, Mike’s Chainsaw Sword came whistling down, completely severing his head.
The battle ended at two minutes and fifty seconds.
"Huff... huff..."
Mike leaned on his Chainsaw Sword, panting heavily. His gray-green power armor bore several marks from splashes of corrosive acid.
He looked at the headless corpse on the ground and said with lingering fear, "To think that guy could master a Fourth-level Killing Technique to such a degree! His life force index was clearly about the same as ours, but with a Spiritual Manipulation Technique... he could have even insta-killed us. If we didn’t have our General Star Medals, we really would’ve bought the farm today."
Qin Feng nodded in solemn agreement.
That all-pervasive, stabbing mental pain was simply too deadly.
Qin Feng also spoke up, "In the very distant ancient times, people called beings who had mastered Spiritual Manipulation Techniques and could interfere with reality using their minds ’Spiritual Mind Masters.’ It wasn’t until the rise of the Emperor, who pioneered the current method of Martial Dao cultivation, that the cultivation of Mental Power became an indispensable part of a Martial Artist’s training."
"Mm, the mind is the rudder, the body is the boat."
Mike smiled in agreement, his tone holding a hint of relief from having survived the ordeal. "In the end, if you don’t cultivate Mental Power, a powerful physical body will just end up becoming the most useful weapon of war in the hands of an Evil God."
"Thanks. If it weren’t for you, I probably wouldn’t have remembered what the General Star Medal does."
Qin Feng smiled.
"No problem. I only know because I learned the hard way."
Mike sighed. "You cultivate a Top-grade Acupoint Opening Technique and a Top-grade Meridian Technique, so your life force index is far beyond that of an ordinary person. That means the missions you’re assigned pit you against enemies who have learned higher-level Killing Techniques, which makes them extremely dangerous. Especially at the fifth level, when facing enemies who have mastered Mental Power techniques, the death rate is extremely high."