Once the five minutes were up.
Ansheng finally stopped dodging.
Jin Wenze's face lit up. He thought that his chance had come. He rushed forward and punched Ansheng's chubby face again.
He wanted to take revenge for this eye. He had to beat An Sheng into a panda's eye!
"Swish!"
Jin Wenze was shocked. The familiar feeling came again.
No matter how fast his punches were, no matter how explosive the force in his fists was, when he was about to approach Ansheng, he couldn't help but stop again.
His whole body was imprisoned. He couldn't move at all.
This time, Ansheng didn't play with his heartbeat. He didn't let Jin Wenze's fist be one centimeter away from his nose.
When Jin Wenze was about a meter away from him, he used his mental power to forcefully imprison Jin Wenze's body. Then, An Sheng raised his right fist, and with a thought, Jin Wenze's body floated into the air. After turning 360 degrees in mid-air, Jin Wenze took the initiative to fly toward An Sheng's fist.
"Boom!"
An Sheng felt pain in his fist and sucked in a breath of cold air.
The defense of a first-grade Martial Master was not to be trifled with. Even though it was an extremely fragile eye, it was still able to cause pain to his fist.
However, no matter what, he finally stamped Jin Wenze's right eye with a panda seal. Finally, it was symmetrical.
"Cool."
"Let's see if this kid dares to be arrogant in front of me in the future. Humph, this is the consequence of looking down on me!"
Now, Ansheng even wanted to raise his middle finger and shout at Chu Feiyun and the others: "Who else!"
"This is … mental power imprisonment?!"
"Ansheng is really a Spiritual Reader Master?!"
On one side, Chu Feiyun could not help but exclaim. Previously, he had already doubted An Sheng's strength. Now that he saw An Sheng actually controlling Jin Wenze's body to float and spin in the void, he was even more certain of his guess.
The chubby boy named Ansheng from Class 29 was a Spiritual Reader Master!
A Spiritual Reader Master!
It was one in a million. In the South China Martial Arts School, other than Hu Yangcheng from Class 28, who had accidentally awakened his mental strength during the mock exam in "Salvation", no one had ever heard of anyone else who was so lucky.
Now, the strength that An Sheng displayed was no longer as simple as the awakening of mental strength.
This guy was actually able to use his mental strength to imprison Jin Wenze, a first-rank martial master. This meant that his mental strength was at least at the level of a first-rank or second-rank telekinesis master.
This kind of spiritual cultivation was definitely not something that could be achieved in a short period of time.
He had really hidden it well!
Chu Feiyun sighed in his heart. Suddenly, he glanced at Yang Fan, who was standing opposite him. These two fellows both came from Class 29, which was the lowest class. They both liked to pretend to be pigs to eat tigers. It could be said that they were birds of a feather.
Was it really that interesting to act tough and slap people's faces?
Chu Feiyun really couldn't understand. As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together. Why do geniuses like Yang Fan and An Sheng like to hang out with a group of trash who were destined to have no achievements?
Yang Fan, in particular, had fallen into the despicable position of the "Shame of South China". Was it really that satisfying to be pointed at and called a piece of trash every day?
Could it be that there was something wrong with their brains?
Zhu Yuchen and Duan Xiaorui were also shocked when they heard this. At the same time, they turned to look at Chu Feiyun in disbelief.
"Boss Chu, did you see wrongly? Is that fatty really a telekinesis master?"
Zhu Yuchen couldn't help but ask. This joke wasn't funny at all.
Chu Feiyun said, "It can't be wrong. Ordinary talisman tools don't have the ability to manipulate others. This is the mental strength exclusive to telekinesis masters."
Zhu Yuchen and Duan Xiaorui were speechless at the same time.
Although they didn't know much about the group of telekinesis masters, they were very clear about the rarity and strength of telekinesis masters.
Among the martial artists in the Federation, there were only one in a million telekinesis masters. This was not a joke.
Seeing that Jin Wenze, who was only slightly weaker than them, was now controlled by An Sheng in mid-air like a doll, unable to go up or down, the two of them no longer had any doubts in their hearts.
At the same time, they sighed.
Was God blind? Why could this wretched-looking fatty in front of them awaken his mental strength, but they, the good-looking martial arts geniuses, didn't have such good treatment?
Didn't they say that appearance decided everything? Why was it so shameless again?
On the opposite side, An Sheng was only a second-level telekinesis master. His mental strength was limited, and he could barely control Jin Wenze for about three seconds.
After three seconds, Jin Wenze's psionic power burst out, and he regained his ability to move again.
But this time, he wasn't as angry as before, and he continued to attack An Sheng with his fists.
The conversation between Chu Feiyun and Zhu Yuchen just now was not deliberately avoided, so Jin Wenze heard it clearly.
After knowing that An Sheng might be a telekinesis master, the experience of his body being controlled twice in a row told Jin Wenze that he was still not An Sheng's opponent.
If An Sheng was really a telekinesis master, it meant that until now, An Sheng had not used his best fighting method to deal with him. Otherwise, with his current martial will, he wouldn't be able to block a mental attack at all.
The mental attack of a telekinesis master had always been known to be fierce and difficult to defend against. If An Sheng really attacked him like that, Jin Wenze would definitely make a fool of himself, or even be seriously injured.
"Student Jin, do you still want to continue?"
An Sheng proudly raised his head and looked at Jin Wenze, who was looking at him with a vigilant face. He enjoyed his opponent's shocked, fearful, and incredulous eyes, which gave him a sense of accomplishment.
Jin Wenze cautiously took a step back and asked, "You're a telekinesis master?"
An Sheng puffed out his chest and said proudly, "Let me introduce myself again. I'm An Sheng, a second-level telekinesis master, An Sheng!"
There should be screams and applause here!
An Sheng glanced at the surrounding audience discontentedly. Chu Feiyun and the others were all staring at him, shocked and surprised, but no one said anything to support him.
It was really disappointing.
This was his first show as a second-level telekinesis master!
Was it so difficult for these people to show a little bit of admiration and envy in their eyes and shout 666 in passing?
"Alright! Let's stop here. "
Yang Fan interrupted An Sheng. He knew this damn fatty very well. There was no end to his cockiness. If he was allowed to continue showing off like this, the entire morning wouldn't be enough for him.
"An Sheng is a member specially recruited by Principal Chen Guang. He will be the secret weapon of our Huanan team. I hope that everyone will keep this a secret, at least before the start of the competition."
Yang Fan solemnly explained to Chu Feiyun and the others. The four of them looked serious and nodded solemnly at the same time.
At this time, no one doubted An Sheng's existence. As a second-level telekinesis master, An Sheng's existence could indeed be used as a trump card at crucial times.
Telekinesis masters were very rare.
The four of them were even a little excited. After all, it was rare for them to have the opportunity to fight alongside a telekinesis master.
"Let's get to know each other formally, An Sheng!" Duan Xiaorui took the lead and gently extended her right hand to An Sheng. "Year 12 Class 2, Duan Xiaorui. Nice to meet you!"
An Sheng went forward and grabbed Duan Xiaorui's soft hand with both hands. He smiled and said, "Nice to meet you. I've long heard of the great beauty Duan's name. Today, I finally meet you in person!"
Duan Xiaorui smiled gently. Her right hand shook slightly and easily withdrew from An Sheng's two pig claws. "An Sheng is really humorous."
This damn fatty, he actually wants to take advantage of me. Hmph!
An Sheng was a little unsatisfied and began to complain about his martial arts talent again. If his martial arts cultivation wasn't only at the fifth level of Martial Disciple, Duan Xiaorui definitely wouldn't have been able to escape from his hands so easily. He would have been able to hold on for a few more seconds.
At this time, Zhu Yuchen also walked over and extended his right hand to An Sheng. "Year 12 Class 1, Zhu Yuchen. Nice to meet you!"
An Sheng pursed his lips and was about to say something like "I've never shaken hands with men" when Yang Fan coughed lightly without leaving a trace.
The little fatty trembled and quickly extended his right hand to shake Zhu Yuchen's hand politely. "Nice to meet you! Zhu Yuchen, I'm also very happy to meet you! "
After that, it was Jin Wenze. With two panda eyes, he walked in front of An Sheng again and extended his right hand. "Let's meet again. Year 12 Class 2, Jin Wenze."
"No discord, no concord!" An Sheng saw Jin Wenze's dark eyes and didn't feel embarrassed at all. He reached out and firmly shook Jin Wenze's hand. "Jin Wenze, let's spar again in the future!"
Jin Wenze's mouth twitched and he didn't answer.
I'm not a masochist. Only an idiot would spar with you without absolute confidence!
In the end, only Chu Feiyun didn't come over. Yang Fan's gaze shifted slightly and turned to look at Chu Feiyun.
Zhu Yuchen, Duan Xiaorui and Jin Wenze also did the same. Now that everyone was in the same team and had acknowledged each other, wouldn't it be inappropriate to be so unsociable?
Feeling everyone's gaze, Chu Feiyun stepped forward and took a deep look at An Sheng. Then he slowly extended his right hand. "Year 12 Class 1, Chu Feiyun!"
It was simple and direct. There were no pleasantries like "Nice to meet you".
An Sheng was amused. This guy was very arrogant.
"I know you. You're the first genius of South China Martial Arts School in a hundred years. You're the star student of this year." An Sheng reached out and shook his hand. "If Brother Fan wasn't here, you would definitely be the top student of South China!"
Chu Feiyun was a little annoyed.
Why was this fatty so annoying? Did he really think that no one could deal with him just because he was a Spirit Reader Master?
Chu Feiyun's right hand exerted a little force and An Sheng's hand bones cracked. His chubby little face was almost deformed from the pain. His face was red and his neck was thick.
This damn Chu Feiyun actually dared to use underhanded methods.
An Sheng did not hold back. His psychic power exploded in an instant and he directly pierced Chu Feiyun's head.
Chu Feiyun's face was slightly red. After that, he shook his head as if nothing had happened and smiled faintly at An Sheng.
His guess was right. This little fatty's psychic power could only deal with warriors below the second level of Martial Master. For a third level Martial Master like him, the effect was not as serious as imagined.
"Student An Sheng, we must get closer to each other in the future. I'm very optimistic about you."
Chu Feiyun raised his hand and patted An Sheng's shoulder heavily, showing a rare trace of enthusiasm.
An Sheng's body shook. He was patted so hard that he wanted to vomit blood. His right hand felt like it was on fire and he could not pull it back.
Chu Feiyun's strength was completely beyond his expectations. The psychic attack that he was so proud of had no effect on Chu Feiyun at all.
Oh my god!
I've overdone it!
An Sheng could not help but look at Yang Fan for help. He really could not stand Chu Feiyun's enthusiasm.
Yang Fan gently turned his head and pretended that he did not see anything.
This damn fatty was definitely the kind of person who would shine brightly with a little sunshine. If he was not taught a lesson, his tail would be raised to the sky.
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