186: Chapter 186 The Terror of SSS-Level Superpowers

"ROAR!!"

Cong Nanshan let out an angry roar, and the void behind him trembled.

A golden phantom of a giant ape, standing fully five meters tall, slowly emerged behind him.

The giant ape looked ferocious, its muscles knotted, radiating a suffocating and terrifying pressure.

S-Grade Supernatural Ability, [Dharma Manifestation, Mountain-Moving Giant Ape]!

"Get... down!!"

Cong Nanshan kicked off the ground, and he, along with the Dharma Manifestation behind him, charged toward Jiang You like a moving mountain, accompanied by a thunderous rumble!

This was his tactic!

Using brute force to break finesse!

He wasn't going to play any fancy games with Jiang You; he would simply use his absolute strength and size advantage to crush him!

Facing this overwhelming onslaught, Jiang You stood his ground, unmoving.

His hands remained in his pockets, and he even tilted his head slightly. In those deep blue eyes, there was not a trace of fear, only... a faint glimmer of pity.

"If you were in your prime, perhaps you could have forced me to throw two more punches."

Jiang You whispered softly.

Within the field of vision of his [Eye of Tianshu], Cong Nanshan's seemingly peerless charge appeared riddled with openings.

Due to the extreme overdraw of his mental energy, Cong Nanshan's control over the Dharma Manifestation had dropped significantly.

The movements of the golden giant ape clearly showed a tiny, microscopic delay and stiffness.

And at the spiritual energy node connecting the giant ape to Cong Nanshan's physical body... a blackish-red speck of light was flickering like a lighthouse in the dark of night.

"Your mental energy can no longer support this big Buddha."

Jiang You shook his head.

Just as the massive ape arm was about to crash down on his head, Jiang You moved.

No dodging, no retreating. He simply extended his right hand, pressed his index and middle fingers together, and blue light swirled at his fingertips, transforming into a light blade as thin as a thread but sharp to the extreme.

"Break!"

Jiang You lowered his figure slightly, cutting into Cong Nanshan's guard like a ghost.

Then, that finger pierced with absolute precision into the void three inches in front of Cong Nanshan's glabella!

That was the very hub connecting the Dharma Manifestation to his mental consciousness!

"Pfft!"

A sound, extremely faint, as if a bubble had burst, rang out. Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Cong Nanshan's violent charge came to an abrupt halt. The arrogant Mountain-Moving Giant Ape behind him suddenly flickered violently, like a projector that had lost power.

Following that, "Crack... crack..." countless fissures covered the entire body of the Dharma Manifestation.

"No... impossible..." Cong Nanshan's eyes widened. He felt as if a tightly stretched string in his mind had been snapped by Jiang You's finger!

"AHHH!!!!" A piercing, miserable scream erupted from his mouth. It was the excruciating pain caused by mental backlash! It was a hundred times more painful than physical injury!

"BOOM!!" The massive golden Dharma Manifestation shattered instantly, dissipating into golden light that filled the sky.

And Cong Nanshan, as if his bones had been removed, collapsed to his knees in front of Jiang You, clutching his head tightly and rolling on the ground in agony.

One finger. To break the Dharma Manifestation!

Jiang You retracted his finger, blew on the residual golden light at his fingertip, and looked at the suffering Cong Nanshan on the ground, his tone as flat as if he were stating a fact:

"Your mental energy is this depleted, yet you dare to summon such a massive mecha?"

"If this isn't asking for death, what is?"

[System Judgment: Red side has lost combat capability!]

[Blue side, Jiang You, wins!]

[Time taken: 5 seconds!]

Outside, in the lounge. There was dead silence.

Everyone's mouths were agape, staring at the youth on the big screen who still had his hands in his pockets, wearing an expression that said, "I hadn't even put in any effort, and you already collapsed."

The teacup in Xie Fuyao's hand finally shattered with a "snap."

Tea spilled all over his hand, but he didn't even notice.

His pupils contracted violently, staring fixedly at Jiang You on the screen: "With one glance... he saw through the mental connection point?"

"How is this possible?"

"The timing and positioning were absolutely perfect!"

"Even a Tier 5 Grandmaster wouldn't be able to instantly capture such a fleeting opening in the middle of a fight!"

"This Jiang You..." Xie Fuyao took a deep breath, the contempt in his eyes vanishing completely, replaced by an unprecedented sense of wariness and gravity:

"His eyes... are they really the legendary SSS-Grade Supernatural Ability?"

The air seemed to have solidified into concrete, heavy enough to make people unable to breathe.

Everyone's gazes were like iron filings drawn to a magnet, locked firmly onto the large golden [WIN] character on the big screen, and the silhouette of the youth who still had his hands in his pockets, looking languid.

"Lost... he lost?" A senior from Class B spoke with a dry voice, as if his throat were stuffed with sand:

"Cong Nanshan... the mid-stage Fourth-Order Cong Nanshan, just lost like that?"

"Five seconds? Was it really only five seconds?"

No one answered him. Because the facts were right before their eyes.

With a soft "hiss," the combat pod door opened. Cong Nanshan was dragged out by several medical staff.

His eyes were vacant, his face pale as paper; he looked as if he had just experienced a terrifying mental storm, his entire body twitching uncontrollably.

Even though the injuries from the battle were only sustained in the virtual space, the fear of having his mental core pierced by a single finger would likely become an inescapable nightmare for the rest of his life.

On the other side, Jiang You slowly stepped out of the pod, even having the leisure to smooth out non-existent wrinkles on his combat suit.

He didn't even glance at Cong Nanshan on the ground, but instead shrugged at the group of stunned elites around him:

"It seems that being loud doesn't mean being strong."

"Is this the true value of a Junior Chief?"

"It's... a little disappointing."

Arrogant! Boundlessly arrogant!

If Jiang You had dared to say this a few minutes ago, he would have been drowned in the spit of the crowd. But now, no one dared to refute a single word.

Xie Fuyao, sitting by the window, stared intently at Jiang You. As the publicly acknowledged number one of the entire school, he understood better than anyone present what that battle had just meant.

"7.9..." Xie Fuyao silently repeated this number in his mind, his eyes filled with a sense of incredible absurdity.

In this martial arts world where Vitality Value is the cornerstone, while numbers cannot represent everything, they are an insurmountable chasm!

In Xie Fuyao's mind, the [Combat Power Pyramid] that was etched into the bones of every martial artist flashed by rapidly:

The limit for a normal person is 1.0; that is the threshold for a weakling.

A First-Order martial artist is between 1.0 and 5.0; that is the level of most freshmen, just having learned how to exert force.

Upon reaching the Second-Order, 5.0 to 10.0, this is already the category of elite students, where vitality begins to fill the limbs and bones.

Jiang You's 7.9 puts him in the mid-to-late stage of this phase.

And reaching the Third-Order! That is a qualitative change from 10.0 to 20.0! At this realm, vitality is like mercury, and force can penetrate the body; one can already be called a true martial arts expert.

But Cong Nanshan, as the Junior Chief of Class B, had long since broken through that bottleneck and stepped into the realm of the mid-stage Fourth-Order!

The Fourth-Order is a massive watershed and an extremely cruel screening net. Because the Vitality Value range for the Fourth-Order is from 20.0 to 100.0!

In this stage, increasing even a sliver of vitality is as difficult as ascending to heaven, but the resulting increase in combat power is terrifying.

"Cong Nanshan's Vitality Value is at least above 45.0, perhaps even approaching 50.0."

Xie Fuyao's pupils trembled slightly, and the name that made all students in the school tremble with fear emerged in his mind. Teacher Shen Qing!

"Teacher Shen Qing is also Fourth-Order, but she is a Peak Fourth-Order, with a Vitality Value approaching the 100 mark."

"Although we are both Fourth-Order, if Teacher Shen Qing were here, she could rub everyone here, including me, into the ground with one hand, without even needing to use her Supernatural Ability."

"This is why they say that within the Fourth-Order, every step is like a different heaven."

"The gap between an early-stage Fourth-Order and a Peak Fourth-Order is even greater than the total gap between a normal person and an early-stage Fourth-Order!"

Xie Fuyao took a deep breath, his gaze falling back onto Jiang You, the sense of absurdity almost suffocating him: "But..."

"Jiang You only has 7.9!"

"Cong Nanshan is a physical powerhouse at the mid-stage Fourth-Order with 45+!"

"There is a difference of over thirty points in Vitality Value! A full two major realms apart!"

"This is no longer a challenge beyond one's rank..." Xie Fuyao's heart churned with stormy waves:

"This is a bicycle flipping over a heavy tank!"

"This is a baby knocking out Tyson with one punch!"

"This completely violates the physical common sense of martial arts!"

By all logic, even if Cong Nanshan stood still and let Jiang You hit him, Jiang You might not even be able to break his defense!

"But... he won."

"Is this the terror of an SSS-Grade Legendary Supernatural Ability?"

Xie Fuyao took a deep breath, and the shock in his eyes gradually turned into a deep chill.