3: Its potential is immeasurable!

Dragon Country, Donghai City.

Spiritual Energy Bureau Branch, Command Center.

A massive screen was currently split into dozens of frames, playing real-time surveillance from every corner of the city.

At this moment, everyone's gaze was focused on the enlarged main screen in the center.

The footage came from a large supermarket chain named "Huimin."

The air was thick with a tension so heavy it felt frozen.

There was only the faint hum of data flow and the sound of stifled breathing.

On the screen, a blood-soaked young man was using a form of violence that defied common sense to brutally kill several registered Evil Cultivators whose identities had already been confirmed.

Squelch—!

When the young man in the video used a hand-blade strike to slice an Evil Cultivator in half diagonally from the shoulder, a chorus of sharp gasps echoed throughout the Command Center.

Everyone stared intently at the screen, their mouths slightly agape, faces filled with shock.

"My god..."

"Is that... a hand-blade?"

"Is his hand a Psionic Combat Blade?"

The footage continued.

An Evil Cultivator turned to flee.

The young man exerted force through his feet.

"Boom!"

A dull thud came from the screen, and even the camera shook slightly.

The tiled floor beneath the young man's feet exploded into a web of cracks.

His entire body turned into a blurred afterimage, overtaking the target from behind.

Rippp—!

Another terrifying tearing sound echoed through the entire Command Center via the speakers.

This time, everyone saw it clearly.

No weapons.

No techniques.

Just the purest, most primal violence.

With his bare hands, he tore a living human being in two.

The moment blood splattered, a female Special Agent in the Command Center turned pale and instinctively covered her mouth, her stomach churning.

Even the veteran Special Agents accustomed to bloody scenes now had their brows furrowed, their eyes filled with solemnity.

"Too... too brutal," a middle-aged man with a buzz cut and arms covered in scars said in a deep voice.

He was the captain of Action Team Three—Wang Hu.

A ruthless man who had personally slain dozens of Demonic Evils.

Yet, the coldness shown by the young man on the screen, along with that pure power that tore human bodies apart like toys, still made his heart skip a beat.

This was no longer a battle.

This was a one-sided massacre!

The footage froze on the final scene.

The Little Leader of the Evil Cultivators knelt on the ground begging for mercy, only to have his head crushed by a single slap from the young man.

Red and white matter splattered everywhere.

A deathly silence fell over the Command Center.

Everyone was intimidated by this terrifying strength.

After a long while, an old but energetic voice spoke up.

"Pull up his files."

The speaker was a grey-haired elder wearing a Zhongshan suit.

He was Qin Shan, the top official of the Donghai City Psionic Bureau.

"Yes, Director Qin."

The nearby analyst immediately snapped back to reality, his fingers flying across the virtual keyboard.

Soon, a file appeared on the large screen.

[Name: Chen Nian]

[Age: 23]

[Identity: Orphan, raised in Donghai City Welfare Home, graduated from the History Department of Donghai University, currently unemployed.]

The file was very simple, simple to the point of being mediocre.

Attached below was an ID photo of the young man; in the photo, he had a clean-cut face and clear eyes, even wearing a slightly shy smile.

This was a world apart from the blood-soaked god of slaughter just now.

"An ordinary person?"

Wang Hu's brow furrowed even deeper.

An analyst reported with a trembling voice:

"Yes, the files show he has no psionic talent, and his Mental Energy threshold is only at the level of an ordinary person. Furthermore, in the initial report, we received an alert that he was killed on the spot by that group of Evil Cultivators."

Hearing this, Qin Shan stared at the clean-cut face on the screen, then looked at the bloody surveillance playback beside it, a sharp glint flashing in his cloudy eyes.

"Resurrection? No, it's a Near-Death Awakening!" He slowly uttered those words.

Everyone in the Command Center felt a jolt of excitement.

Near-Death Awakening!

This was the rarest and most legendary form of Awakening among Psionicists.

At the brink of life and death, immense fear and the will to survive squeeze out all of a human's potential.

There is a tiny probability of breaking through the shackles, reaching the heavens in a single step, and Awakening powerful psionic energy.

Every Near-Death Awakener is, without exception, a person of extraordinary talent.

At this time, a young analyst couldn't help but say:

"But... Director Qin, even if it's a Near-Death Awakening, this... isn't this too exaggerated?"

"Just awakened, and he could instantly kill five Evil Cultivators, one of whom was at the First Order Peak."

"Moreover, doing it in such a crushing manner... this can no longer be explained by just having great talent; this is a monster!"

His words voiced the thoughts of everyone present.

They had seen too many Awakeners.

Most Awakeners in the Early Stage can't even control their own abilities well; being able to ignite a small flame or make a coin float is already considered decent.

Someone like Chen Nian, who could tear people apart with his bare hands right after Awakening, was unheard of.

"His potential... is immeasurable!"

Wang Hu gave his own assessment, his eyes containing both admiration and a hint of wariness.

"If he can be guided well, he will surely be a great pillar of our Dragon Country in the future. But if... if he goes down the wrong path, the danger he poses would likely be greater than an entire organization of Evil Cultivators."

Hearing this, Qin Shan did not respond to him, only waving his hand and saying:

"Have Li Yue and Zhang Chen go contact him. The attitude must be friendly, and the posture must be humble. No matter what, we must win him over to our side."

"Yes!"