27: Chapter 27 A Spiritual Master? National Treasure-Level Treatment!

"Boom!"

Two figures collided fiercely in mid-air, and the resulting shockwave sent the remaining solid wood tables and chairs flying, turning them into a sky full of wood chips.

Lin Yuan plowed his feet into the ground, sliding back a full three meters before steadying himself. The expensive marble floor tiles beneath his feet cracked inch by inch, spreading like a spiderweb.

The C-rank black moon battle blade in his hand was trembling violently, and a numbing sensation radiated from the web between his thumb and index finger.

Opposite him, the head of the Zhao family, Zhao Shanhe, although disheveled with his hair in disarray, had his aura climbing to its peak.

A visible, pale red light shield protected Zhao Shanhe entirely.

That was "Qi Armor."

Only by reaching the level of a Fourth-Rank Martial Artist can one's internal blood energy be released from the body and condensed into armor.

This layer of Qi Armor is as hard as iron; it can not only block bullets but also significantly weaken the slashes of cold weapons.

"Hahahaha! Lin Yuan! You are only a Second-Rank after all!"

In the few seconds of confrontation just now, Lin Yuan had slashed eighteen times.

Each strike was powerful and heavy, enough to cleave through an armored vehicle.

But when they struck Zhao Shanhe's Qi Armor, besides sparking a series of dazzling flashes and leaving a few shallow white marks, they could not injure his actual body at all.

Between the Fourth-Rank and the Second-Rank, there lies a huge chasm.

"Qi Armor, huh... It's indeed a bit tough."

Lin Yuan slowly straightened his body and shook his somewhat sore wrist. The expression on his face remained eerily calm, completely devoid of the panic one would expect when at a disadvantage.

"Zhao Shanhe, did you misunderstand something?"

Lin Yuan's voice was not loud, but it was clearly audible in the deathly silent hall. "Who told you that I only use a blade to kill?"

Zhao Shanhe was stunned.

"Rise."

Hum—!!!

The air suddenly began to tremble, and Zhao Shanhe discovered in terror that the weapons belonging to the dead bodyguards on the hall floor were now defying the laws of gravity, slowly floating into mid-air!

These weapons seemed to be held by countless invisible hands, their tips all turning in his direction, locking onto Zhao Shanhe tightly.

"This... this is!"

Zhao Shanhe's pupils contracted violently as a term that only existed in legends exploded in his mind.

A Mentalist!

One in ten thousand, a hundred times rarer than a martial artist, invincible among the same rank, and even a mysterious profession capable of killing across ranks!

"Go."

Lin Yuan's eyes narrowed, and that deep blue light surged instantly.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The dozen or so weapons floating in the air instantly turned into streams of light, bombarding Zhao Shanhe from all directions, 360 degrees without any blind spots!

This was a low-spec version of "Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin."

"No!!!"

Zhao Shanhe let out a shrill scream, desperately driving the blood energy within his body, attempting to reinforce his protective Qi Armor.

Clang, clang, clang! The dense sound of impacts was like rain hitting banana leaves.

Longswords shattered upon stabbing the Qi Armor, and daggers were deflected, but the Spiritual Telekinesis attack was not just a physical impact; every strike was accompanied by a mental shock that pierced directly into the soul.

Zhao Shanhe felt as if countless needles were stabbing his mind, the intense pain making him unable to concentrate on maintaining the stability of his Qi Armor.

"I blocked it! I can still block it!"

Zhao Shanhe was covered in sweat, looking at his Qi Armor, which was tottering but not yet shattered, and a glimmer of hope rose in his heart.

Just then, he saw Lin Yuan's eyes.

"It's over."

Lin Yuan made a grasping motion in the air with his right hand.

The main weapon that had been floating by his side—the C-rank black moon battle blade—moved.

Spiritual Telekinesis: Extreme Speed Burst!

At this moment, all his Spiritual Telekinesis poured into the blade, instantly breaking the sound barrier and emitting a deafening sonic boom!

Boom!

Twice the speed of sound!

The previously indestructible red Qi Armor was as fragile as a thin sheet of paper in front of the alloy battle blade traveling at twice the speed of sound, instantly torn apart.

The black light swept across Zhao Shanhe's neck, and then, without losing momentum, it pierced directly through the thick load-bearing wall of the Zhao family villa, disappearing into the night.

The ferocious expression on Zhao Shanhe's face froze. He subconsciously raised his hand to touch his neck, only to find his vision beginning to spin and rise.

"I am... a Fourth-Rank..."

This was Zhao Shanhe's final consciousness.

The headless corpse swayed for a moment, then collapsed to the ground with a thud.

[Ding! Killed a Fourth-Rank Martial Artist! Cross-rank kill reward bonus 500%!]

[Congratulations to the host for gaining massive combat experience! Proficiency in the "Chaos God Grinder Visualization Technique" has greatly increased!]

The pleasant system prompt sounded in his mind. Lin Yuan took a deep breath, feeling the power boiling within him again, but he forcibly suppressed the urge to level up.

Because the cleaners had arrived.

Woo— woo—!

Dozens of SWAT armored vehicles crashed through the gates of the Zhao family estate, and blinding searchlights illuminated the entire villa area as bright as day.

"SWAT team, breach! Kill anyone who resists!"

Captain Qin Hu was fully armed, holding a heavy assault rifle, and kicked open the already precarious side door of the villa hall.

Behind him, a team of fully armed elite SWAT officers filed in, their gun barrels quickly pointing at every corner.

However, the next second, everyone froze.

A thick, nauseating smell of blood rushed to their faces.

In the hall, corpses lay everywhere.

The Zhao family's bodyguards, elders, direct descendants... not a single one was left alive.

And in the center of this mountain of corpses and sea of blood, stood a slender youth.

He was wearing a school uniform stained red with blood, stepping on Zhao Shanhe's headless corpse, his expression as calm as if he were strolling through his own backyard.

"This..."

Even the SWAT officers, who were used to seeing major incidents, couldn't help but gasp.

Captain Qin Hu's eyelids twitched wildly. When he heard Lin Yuan say "make it a big scene" on the phone, he thought Lin Yuan would just kill Zhao Tianba and his father, but he didn't expect this kid to actually wipe out the entire Zhao family!

What shocked him even more was—Zhao Shanhe was dead.

That was a Fourth-Rank Martial Artist! A prominent powerhouse in Jianghai City! Just like that, his head was chopped off?

The black moon battle blade that had pierced through the wall and flown out traced an elegant arc in the air and slowly flew back, finally hovering steadily by Lin Yuan's side.

Captain Qin Hu's eyes were fixed on the hovering battle blade, his eyes almost popping out, and the gun in his hand nearly fell to the ground.

"Control... controlling objects?!"

"You are a Mentalist?!"

"I just awakened not long ago, not very proficient, please excuse me, Captain Qin Hu." Lin Yuan said calmly.

Not very proficient?

Captain Qin Hu glanced at the smooth-as-a-mirror cut on Zhao Shanhe's neck, his mouth twitching uncontrollably. You call this not very proficient?

A Mentalist!

That is a national strategic-level talent!

An 18-year-old peak Second-Rank Martial Artist is already a genius;

But an 18-year-old Mentalist is a national treasure! It is a powerful weapon that can control the outcome of battles on the battlefield!

"Quick! What are you all standing there for!"

"Level 1 alert! Seal off the scene! Don't let a single fly out!"

"Everyone listen up! Tonight, we received a report from concerned citizen student Lin Yuan that the Zhao family colluded with the overseas evil cult 'God-Worshipping Society,' secretly stored prohibited drugs, and intended to rebel!"

"Student Lin Yuan assisted the authorities in annihilating the traitors, took the lead, and was heroically injured! This is a great achievement!"

As he spoke, Captain Qin Hu's eyes scanned all the police officers present fiercely: "Tonight's events have only this one version! If anyone dares to gossip outside and leak student Lin Yuan's secrets, I will shoot him myself! Do you understand?!"

"Yes!!!"

"Thanks, Captain Qin Hu."

Lin Yuan watched this scene, his tense nerves finally relaxing. He knew this was settled.

Captain Qin Hu smiled bitterly, put away his gun, walked over, and patted Lin Yuan's shoulder heavily, his eyes complex:

"You kid... you really are a madman. However, you've got guts!"

He sighed: "Hurry and leave. Pack up, take your sister, and go to Magic City immediately."

"Why?" Lin Yuan asked.

Captain Qin Hu looked at Lin Yuan, his tone carrying a trace of awe and expectation: "Go to Magic City, go to that vast ocean. I have a premonition that in a few years, the entire Huaxia will tremble because of your name."

Lin Yuan nodded and said nothing more.

He picked up his battle blade, stepped over Zhao Shanhe's corpse, and walked out of the Zhao family gate, facing the rising morning sun.