Chapter 143: Harry, the Level 5 Psychic

Raiz hadn't even managed to react before Harry's fist sent him hurtling across the room, crashing violently into the open courtyard outside. Harry spat curses, "Damn you! If you're looking to die, I'll gladly oblige..." With that, he charged after Raiz. But as he stepped beyond the threshold, a glint of steel flashed in his eyes, and a blade swept swiftly toward his face.

Harry ducked just in time as Xiao Feng's alloy knife whispered past, grazing his short hair and shearing off a tuft. Startled, Harry sprang up, lunging forward a step before turning to face Xiao Feng.

Clad in armor, Xiao Feng's features remained obscured, but the swiftness of his blade had clearly caught Harry off guard. The speed was uncanny — no ordinary man could wield a strike so rapid.

Harry paused momentarily, then spun to launch himself at Xiao Feng. Without hesitation, Xiao Feng swung his knife, but Harry's prowess left him astonished. In midair, Harry contorted his powerful body at a brutal ninety-degree angle, narrowly evading the blade. Yet, momentum still carried him forward, and he drove his boot hard into Xiao Feng's armored chest.

The armor dented with a resonant ping, forming a deep crater. Xiao Feng was flung backward, crashing against the wall with a thunderous impact that cracked the surface before he tumbled to the ground, nearly losing consciousness.

Pain radiated through Xiao Feng's body from the blow's sheer force. This display underscored just how formidable a Level 5 psychic like Harry truly was. His enhanced strength and speed far surpassed those of Old White's power-type abilities. If not for his armor, Xiao Feng would likely have suffered broken ribs from that kick.

Groaning from the ground, Xiao Feng called out, "Rush, do you want him to kill me?"

Only then did Harry notice the other figure clad in black armor beside Rush. Turning toward him, Harry saw several sharp energy spikes forming at Rush's side.

The moment they materialized, they shot forth toward Harry.

Frowning, Harry had no choice but to evade. He accelerated rapidly, circling around to Rush's rear and vanishing from sight in an instant.

Rush's brow furrowed; a wall of psychic energy suddenly manifested behind him with a boom. Harry's foot slammed into the barrier and rebounded, sending him flying backward.

Dazed, Harry scrambled to his feet as Rush unleashed another volley of psychic spikes. With swift agility, Harry dashed off again, his movements eerily elusive.

Although Rush's mental abilities had reached Level 8, he could not match Harry's velocity. Frustrated, Rush summoned a ring of psychic spikes, blasting them outward in all directions.

Xiao Feng, still struggling to stand, felt another heavy impact against his chest armor, leaving yet another dent. Without his armor, that strike would have been fatal. "Rush, you almost killed me..."

Meanwhile, Harry twisted his body again midair, narrowly dodging the psychic spikes.

Xiao Feng watched, astonished, as even Rush seemed at a loss against this Level 5 psychic. Tightening his grip on his blade, he surged forward along Harry's fleeting trajectory, his keen vision tracking the blurred path.

With a powerful swing, Xiao Feng slashed toward Harry.

Harry hesitated, sidestepping swiftly. "What? You're still alive?" he scoffed, prideful of his strength. Though his kick hadn't killed Xiao Feng outright, it had at least stunned him. Had Harry known of Xiao Feng's healing ability, he'd understand why that kick wasn't fatal.

After the slash, Xiao Feng launched a swift kick.

But Harry easily dodged, sneering, "Hmph, kid, your skills are still amateurish!"

As Harry taunted, a psychic spike shot from Rush, piercing Harry's shoulder with a puff. Harry staggered, just as Xiao Feng's boot collided with his chest, sending him flying. Xiao Feng lunged forward, his alloy blade gleaming as it plunged deep into Harry's abdomen, piercing clean through.

"Bastard, you think you're so tough? Damn, you almost crushed me! Try being cocky again and see what happens!" Xiao Feng growled, nursing the ache in his chest.

Harry glared fiercely, blood streaming from two wounds. "You and your friend teaming up? If you want to fight one-on-one, I'm game…"

"To duel scum like you? Only if I'm mad..." Xiao Feng spat.

"Hmph, not a real man, are you?" Harry sneered.

"You're no man yourself," Xiao Feng retorted sharply.

Behind him, Rush's voice cut through coldly, "Don't hesitate. Finish him!"

Unmoved, Harry mocked, "Go ahead, kill me. I, Harry, a lifelong hero, will die at the hands of a coward like you!"

Despised for being underestimated, Xiao Feng shot Harry a fierce glare. Placing a hand on Harry's shoulder, he said, "Fine. I'll give you one last chance. Watch how I truly defeat you." Then, drawing on his psychic abilities, he began to heal Harry's wounds.

Rush shouted from behind, "Xiao Feng, are you crazy? Kill him now!"

"Rush, mind your own business. Today, I will make him submit," Xiao Feng replied resolutely.

Harry stared in astonishment as Xiao Feng's hand pressed against his injuries, feeling the wounds gradually knit closed.

This act infuriated Rush and left Raiz—just regaining consciousness and rising unsteadily—equally bewildered. Dazed, Raiz called out, "Xiao Feng, what are you planning?"