121: Chapter 121 Professional Team

Seeing that everyone remained motionless...

Li Zhengyang thrust the tip of his spear forward.

Lightning crackled and exploded.

Crack!

The psychic barrier around Captain Wu Ao shattered on the spot.

The tip of the spear pressed against his chest, burning a black hole through the fabric.

A wave of heat rushed over him.

Captain Wu Ao's legs went weak, and he broke out in a cold sweat from the shock.

Only now did he see clearly that the flying daggers hovering in mid-air were pressed against everyone's carotid arteries.

“Object control... This purity, are you a Psychokineticist?”

Captain Wu Ao stared intently at the flying daggers, sensing that something was slightly off.

The Psychic Power on the daggers was somewhat stiff, completely lacking the natural, seamless flow of an innate awakening.

“Did you forcibly unlock your Psychic Power later in life?”

The faces of several Raven team members nearby changed drastically.

Forcibly unlocking it later in life?

That was a taboo in the Psychokineticist circle!

Although one could obtain Psychic Power this way, forcibly stimulating the brain's nerves was not only excruciatingly painful, but it also set an extremely low ceiling.

In this lifetime, the absolute limit would be a low-grade Psychokineticist!

A sense of superiority suddenly welled up in Captain Wu Ao's heart.

So after all that, he was just a lunatic who had ruined his own future.

“What of it?”

Li Zhengyang glanced at them from the corner of his eye. “Does it make a difference when it comes to cutting down trash like you?”

As soon as he finished speaking...

A powerful pressure of vital energy erupted from Li Zhengyang, slamming heavily onto the heads of the six members of the Raven Squad.

Bang!

Captain Wu Ao's knees slammed onto the ground, his bones making a sharp cracking sound.

His newly arisen sense of superiority was crushed to pieces.

“A misunderstanding! Brother, this is a misunderstanding!”

He raised his hands above his head and took two steps back. “We really weren't trying to steal your kill!”

“Not stealing my kill?”

Li Zhengyang stood his ground, holding the dragon spear in one hand.

“Then who threw that net? Covering my prey and pulling it in right in front of me?”

“We are the Fourth Squad of the Raven Association! Sent by the Pojun Division Headquarters to support you!”

Captain Wu Ao hurriedly tapped the badge on his chest.

“Support?”

Li Zhengyang sized him up and spat. “Support my ass.”

“That Soul Demon was beaten by me until it only had half a head left. I could have stomped it to death with one foot. Did I need you guys getting in the way with your crappy net?”

Captain Wu Ao felt incredibly aggrieved.

He was a dignified fifth-grade Psychokineticist. Wherever he went, wasn't he always treated with high respect?

Now, he was being pointed at and cursed by a Martial Venerable over a 'crappy net', yet he couldn't even squeeze out a single word of rebuttal.

“It really is support!”

Captain Wu Ao slapped his thigh in anxiety. “Qin Zhan personally issued the mission, spending twenty billion in cash to hire us to rescue you from the valley!”

Li Zhengyang's foot, which was about to step forward, froze in mid-air.

He turned his head and said, word by word:

“How much did you just say?”

“Tw... Twenty billion...”

Seeing him stop, Captain Wu Ao thought the reputation and the massive sum of money had intimidated him. He managed to straighten his back slightly. “We are noble Psychokineticists, after all. Commander Qin spent this money...”

“Twenty billion in cash?”

Li Zhengyang grabbed Captain Wu Ao by the collar and lifted him off the ground.

Captain Wu Ao's face turned pale. “What are you doing?”

“Has Old Man Qin's brain been run over by a truck?”

“If he had twenty billion, why didn't he just transfer it directly to me? Why did he spend twenty billion to hire a bunch of useless trash like you who can't even net a near-dead seventh-grade Soul Demon?”

Li Zhengyang's heart was bleeding.

Twenty billion!

How many Soul Demons would he have to kill to earn that much?

A young Psychokineticist nearby couldn't take this humiliation. Stiffening his neck, he retorted, “Watch your mouth! Our Raven Squad is a professional team. If it weren't for...”

Bang!

Before he could finish his sentence...

Li Zhengyang swung his hand back and smashed him with the butt of his spear.

The young member didn't even have time to activate his psychic shield before he was sent flying over a dozen meters away.

He crashed into a mud pile in the distance, twitched twice, and stopped moving.

The remaining members trembled all over, so terrified that they swallowed their words back down.

Captain Wu Ao swallowed nervously, his palms drenched in sweat.

It was too fast.

He hadn't even seen clearly how the other had made his move.

The guy just now was a third-grade Psychokineticist, yet he was instantly taken down before he could even activate his protective Psychic Power?

Is this something a Martial Venerable can do?

“Professional, huh?”

Li Zhengyang let go and threw Captain Wu Ao back to the ground. “In the Soul Demon Abyss, the biggest fist is the professional.”

He tapped Captain Wu Ao's shoulder with the shaft of his spear.

“Don't use the headquarters to pressure me. That net just now wasted three seconds of my damage output time, and almost caused my soul crystal to fall to the bottom of the valley and shatter. How are we going to settle this mental damage compensation?”

Captain Wu Ao was dumbfounded.

In all his years as a Psychokineticist, he had always been the one extorting others. Today, he was actually being blackmailed by a martial artist?

“How... How much do you want?”

“I think the clothes you're wearing look pretty good. Those are Focus Stones embedded on them, right?”

Li Zhengyang didn't hesitate and immediately reached out.

“Hey, hey! Don't rip it! This outfit costs over a million!”

Rip!

Li Zhengyang ripped a row of Focus Stones off Captain Wu Ao's sleeve and stuffed them into his pocket.

Then, he reached for Captain Wu Ao's belt and yanked off a palm-sized cloth bag.

“A Storage Pouch? Why didn't you bring out such a good thing earlier?”

Li Zhengyang forcibly erased the spiritual imprint on the bag and poured all its contents onto the ground.

Three bottles of high-grade mind-recovery potions, two psychic amplification bracelets, and over a dozen fifth and sixth-grade soul crystals.

“Barely enough to cover the interest.”

Li Zhengyang swept all the items into his possession and patted the dust off his hands.

Captain Wu Ao trembled with rage, his eyes turning red, yet he didn't dare to utter a single word.

Those twelve flying daggers were still pointing at them.

Li Zhengyang put away the items, turned to walk to the edge of the cliff, and scanned the rolling black mist below.

“Alright, for the sake of that sucker Old Man Qin, I'll let you off the hook today.”

Li Zhengyang gripped his dragon spear and threw back a final sentence without turning his head.

“I've cleared this upper level. Just enjoy the breeze here and don't go down. The Soul Demons below have bad tempers and aren't as easy to talk to as me.”

With that, he kicked off the ground.

The cliff wall cracked.

He plunged once more into the bottomless depths of the rift valley.

Only the members of the Raven Squad were left on the edge of the cliff, staring at each other in bewilderment.

A full five minutes passed.

Only then did the young member who had been slapped away rub his swollen face, which now resembled a pig's head, and limp back from the mud.

“Captain...” he whimpered, “He's nothing but a bandit! Are we really just going to let him walk away like this?”

Captain Wu Ao stared at his thoroughly looted pockets, gritting his teeth, his face turning livid.

“Walk away? Where is he going to go?”

He kicked a pebble on the ground.

“Do you really think he's made of iron? He just erupted his vital energy to solo-kill a seventh-grade monster and slashed so many monsters on the periphery. He's definitely at the end of his rope! I bet he's just putting on a brave face by going down to the bottom of the valley, fearing we'll see through his weakness!”

Hearing this, the other team members nodded repeatedly.

“Exactly! How could a martial artist's vital energy be so inexhaustible? Below is the core area, where there are even eighth-grade Soul Demons. Going down alone is just suicide!”

Captain Wu Ao stared intently at the pitch-black abyss below.

Greed completely overrode his fear.

Li Zhengyang just killed a seventh-grade monster; he must have good things on him.

If the monsters below really beat this kid half to death, they could not only snatch their things back but also bag some top-grade soul crystals from down there while they were at it.

“Since this kid is clearing the path ahead, we'll just reap the benefits from behind.”

Captain Wu Ao snorted coldly and called out to his team members.

“Everyone, form the formation! Turn up the psychic shield to the maximum and follow him!”

“Once he's overwhelmed by the siege and completely exhausted, let's see how arrogant he can be. When that time comes, both the man and his belongings will be ours!”

The six of them quickly adjusted their positions.

Majestic Psychic Power surged once more, forming a solid, transparent barrier in mid-air that enveloped everyone within.

Captain Wu Ao waved his hand.

“Jump!”

Following Li Zhengyang's descent trajectory, the Raven Squad leaped headfirst into the lowest level of the Soul Demon Abyss.

They plummeted.

The deafening howl of the wind filled their ears.

Li Zhengyang didn't care at all whether those weaklings up there had followed him down.

His attention was entirely focused below.

The further down he went, the thicker the black mist became.

Visibility dropped to less than two meters.

The psychic perception in his Sea of Consciousness was severely interfered with.

“What pure fluctuations.”

Just at the moment he was about to touch the valley floor...

The black mud below suddenly exploded!

Dozens of black tentacles burst from the ground, whipping toward Li Zhengyang in mid-air.

Li Zhengyang twisted his body. Utilizing the downward momentum, the lightning on his dragon spear flared violently.

“Die!”

Rumble!

The long spear smashed accurately onto the thickest tentacle.

Lightning spread along the black mud, blasting over a dozen tentacles and sending juices flying everywhere.

Li Zhengyang landed steadily.

The mud pit churned.

A giant eighth-grade Soul Demon slowly crawled out of the mud.

Eighth-grade.

It was more than a level stronger than the seventh-grade one from earlier.

Li Zhengyang shook the mud off the tip of his spear.

“I won't be getting that twenty billion, but I am definitely taking this eighth-grade soul crystal.”

Just as he finished speaking, several harsh sounds of breaking wind suddenly came from above.

A glowing, transparent barrier crashed down.

It was the Raven Squad, which had closely followed him.