Luo Lie slightly turned his face, his gaze calm, just raising his hand remotely, gently clasping. It was as if an invisible giant hand instantly bound Cheng Jiashu’s legs! Immediately, Luo Lie flipped his wrist. An irresistible force transmitted, lifting Cheng Jiashu’s body and smashing it against the nearby wall. At the instant of the collision, Cheng Jiashu’s figure disappeared again. The next moment, he suddenly appeared behind Luo Lie. The dagger glinted with a cold light, carrying a belief in a fatal strike, thrusting toward the vital point behind his heart! It was still only a hair’s breadth away, the tip of the blade unable to pierce even the skin. The unseen defense was like a chasm, rendering his once unstoppable attack completely ineffective. Cheng Jiashu instantly realized The opponent seemed to have evenly spread telekinesis over the surface of his body, forming a high-density protective shield. Like wearing an invisible single-soldier power armor. "The same trick won’t work on me." Luo Lie snorted coldly, not even bothering to turn around, just swinging his arm backward. The invisible telekinesis instantly transformed into a heavy hammer, pounding fiercely against Cheng Jiashu’s chest. Cheng Jiashu felt as if he had been hit head-on by a high-speed truck, his chest bone nearly fracturing. His whole body flew backward, leaving a trail of blood in the air. He forcibly activated "Instant Flash" in mid-air, dissipating the force, appearing a dozen meters away, half-kneeling on the ground, gasping violently. But before he could catch his breath, a massive force field instantly enveloped the whole hall, and the attacks followed him closely. No matter where he flashed to, Luo Lie seemed to sense his position immediately. If he were just half a second slower, he might get completely bound by that remotely controlled power. He had encountered an unprecedentedly strong enemy, a monster capable of wielding telekinesis to such a level. Upon reappearing, Cheng Jiashu was back beside Cui Xiuying, seemingly preparing to escape with her and Shijima Gorou. For origınal chapters go to 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹~𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮~𝚗𝚎𝚝 "Intel shows you’re best at close-quarters combat." Luo Lie, however, just looked at him leisurely: "Now it seems that the speed is indeed fast, but the strength is mediocre, leaving me quite disappointed." He shook his head, sighed. "I didn’t expect Ajun would die at the hands of someone like you." Then his eyes narrowed, bursting with intense hatred: "If you have any trump card, use it now, or there might not be a chance later." As if pronouncing a death sentence, that massive force field suddenly intensified, pressing down like a mountain. Cui Xiuying only felt her breath stop, like a drowning person, her body stiff, unable to move. And she wasn’t even the main target of this force. Cheng Jiashu silently bore it, shielding her from part of the pressure. His mind raced, not knowing who unlucky Ajun was, just pondering a way to break the stalemate. Suddenly, he vaguely sensed a familiar fluctuation in his mind, his lips curling slightly upward. "You really came after all..." Feeling like he had an idea, he slowly stood up, wiping the blood off the corner of his mouth, his gaze locking onto Luo Lie. "Do you really want to see my trump card?" Luo Lie let out a cold laugh: "I heard your fist is quite powerful, then let me experience your real skills!" Saying so, he slightly bent his right elbow, stepped forward, his body driven, twisting his waist and hips. A straight punch packed with immense force, suddenly struck out. This time, he took the initiative to attack. The fist, wrapped in a thin layer of white light, roaring through the air, blasted towards Cheng Jiashu, who was being suppressed by the force field. Unexpectedly, even a telekinesis controller possessed such incredible speed and strength. Faced with this thunderous strike, Cheng Jiashu neither evaded nor attempted to counter. His eyes suddenly shone as brilliantly as stars. A low, peculiar hum arose from nowhere. The space in front of him, like a shattered mirror, appeared visibly distorted. Light was drawn by mysterious forces, converging, collapsing, forming a constantly inward-spinning pitch-black vortex. At the same time, Cheng Jiashu’s lips curved slightly, suddenly reaching out his hand, reaching toward the rapidly approaching Luo Lie. His fingers spread, palm outward, as if two people were rushing towards each other, ready to shake hands. But just as Luo Lie was about to reach the edge of the vortex, he sensed a mortal danger. The terrifying gravity was frantically tearing away at his telekinesis coat. He reacted almost instinctively, his palm instantly flipping, a powerful repulsive force erupting from his palm, forcefully bouncing his high-speed sprinting body back! Cheng Jiashu’s eyes flickered with a trace of regret. He immediately grabbed Cui Xiuying and Shijima Gorou’s arms, shouting sharply: The pitch-black vortex expanded like a living thing, swallowing the trio’s figures instantly.