Feng Lin's opponent had gone to great lengths, splitting into numerous light-and-shadow clones to confuse the eye, but it was utterly useless against Feng Lin's all-pervasive mental power.
The illusions shattered, and he was hypnotized, stepping off the arena, only snapping back to reality after a long while.
By then, Feng Lin had already left.
Without uttering a single word, he trudged away dejectedly, his spirits completely deflated.
This was a crushing display of absolute power, leaving only despair in its wake.
Faced with a gap in strength as vast as the heavens and the earth, any scheme or tactic became nothing but a joke.
"Feng Lin wins! Time: fifteen seconds!"
Feng Lin had once again defeated his opponent with a single glance, stirring up a commotion across the entire clan.
But soon, they realized it wasn't over yet.
"Feng Lin wins! Time: twelve seconds!"
Another instant kill with a glance.
"Feng Lin wins! Time: thirteen seconds!"
Another instant kill with a glance.
"Feng Lin wins! Time: ten seconds!"
...
Feng Lin's opponents would often step onto the arena, only to step off without any resistance and concede defeat.
This back-and-forth felt almost like a joke.
From start to finish, Feng Lin never made a single move, yet he exuded an eerie and domineering presence.
He swept through several rounds of opponents, none lasting more than fifteen seconds before being instantly hypnotized and admitting defeat.
"He's just too strong!" Though there were other formidable talents like Feng Li and Feng Jinpeng, who also dispatched opponents in one move.
But Feng Lin stood out especially.
Others' techniques could be traced, but with Feng Lin, a single glance was enough to break you.
This was particularly unsettling and terrifying.
"Feng Shao, what do you think of this Feng Lin?" The clan leader, intrigued by Feng Lin's dominant performance, asked the strange young man beside him with a tone of deference.
"Very strong!" The strange young man tilted his head, pondered for a moment, and gave a simple yet high praise.
"What?" The clan leader was astonished. He knew well the origins of this Feng Shao, a person of noble status who had always looked down on the cultivation level of the Solar System. To give Feng Lin such high praise!
Could it be that he also acknowledged Feng Lin's strength as comparable to his own?
Seeming to read the clan leader's thoughts, the strange young man rolled his eyes and said flatly, "You're overthinking it! How could you Solar System cultivation natives compare to me? The Solar System may seem vast, but in the interstellar realm, it's far too small. Aside from its special significance as humanity's birthplace, it holds no value. You're all trapped in the Solar System, frogs at the bottom of a well, unaware of the vastness of the stars and the countless prodigies beyond your imagination. I say this kid is strong because Feng Lin, at seventeen, can become a formidable interstellar cultivator. In your Solar System branch of the Feng clan, that's rare, and few can match him, but that's all. Know that such a level is merely mid-to-low tier in the interstellar realm. Only those who become true elite cultivators at eighteen are considered noteworthy in the stars..."
The strange young man sneered, mocking the clan leader's delusions.
The Feng clan leader, far from being offended, nodded as if it were only natural, and asked further, "Feng Shao, can you assess Feng Lin's potential?"
The strange young man studied Feng Lin carefully before replying, "If I'm not mistaken, Feng Lin has awakened his psychic gene and enhanced it to a very high level. Psychic power is the essence of human consciousness; how terrifying would it be if someone could hypnotize and control it? Feng Lin's psychic strength is immense, and only those at the same level can barely resist. Those weaker than him often can't even stand before him, let alone fight him head-on. This is a hallmark of cultivators who awaken mental-type genes—psychic power strikes instantly, hypnotizing the mind, and enemies are often defeated before the battle begins. There's a saying in the interstellar realm for psychic cultivators: 'Those who dare not meet my gaze are but ants!'"
He spoke smoothly, accurately describing Feng Lin's combat traits.
The strange young man didn't stop, making a judgment instead, "The psychic gene is just a basic gene. Since Feng Lin has become an interstellar cultivator, he must have awakened a very powerful primal gene. His entire aura is harmonious and unified. Perhaps only a few, like Feng Li or Feng Jinpeng, can force out his true strength!"
"I see!" The Feng clan leader nodded repeatedly, looking quite enlightened.
He opened his optical computer's monitoring system, focusing on Feng Lin's performance, and began to form an idea.
"Next match, Ring 11: Feng Lin vs. Feng Zhen!"
Feng Lin had just stepped onto the platform.
"Feng Lin, you—" This time, his opponent was a burly man, about to shout.
*Hum!*
The void trembled, and a powerful psychic force instantly seized control of his consciousness.
The next moment, his face went blank, and he raised his hand, "I concede!"
Feng Lin stepped off the arena, never saying a word from start to finish.
From then on, he was unstoppable.
Twelve seconds!
Eleven seconds!
Fourteen seconds!
...
Feng Lin's psychic power surged with overwhelming dominance. No matter the opponent's background, he always finished them within fifteen seconds, without exception.
At first, the crowd was intrigued, watching Feng Lin's performance, but soon they lost all interest.
Though Feng Lin's display was impressive, the matches ended as soon as they began—what was the point?
If they didn't know that the family ranking tournament determined personal honor and future status within the clan, they might have suspected Feng Lin was colluding with others to throw the matches.
They had come to see Feng Lin's true strength; watching him dominate was boring.
True loneliness comes with invincibility, for both oneself and others.
But Feng Lin was helpless too. It wasn't that he was too strong, but that in this vast clan, no one could put up a fight.
After the tumultuous battles on Mars and the life-and-death struggle with the Titan giant, this so-called family ranking tournament felt like child's play, utterly unchallenging.
After sweeping through twelve rounds, Feng Lin finally encountered an opponent with a life force close to 9.6, someone barely worth noticing.
This was a lean, tall cultivator apprentice, whose life force had reached that level—a rare feat. With gene evolution, he could become an interstellar cultivator at any moment.
The moment he saw Feng Lin, he was on high alert. Without wasting words, he wisely adopted a defensive stance.
Coiling Serpent Stance!
His body was as supple as boneless, using the Feng clan's hereditary serpent gene to form an impenetrable defense.
Feng Lin's psychic power surged toward him, only to find the man's mind blank, his life magnetic field utterly still, like a dead object.
Watching the opponent coiled there, seemingly oblivious, Feng Lin pondered.
Snakes can hibernate, their consciousness sinking into a dormant state, silent and still, hard to hypnotize.
Interesting!
A faint smile curled at the corner of Feng Lin's mouth. But did this man really think he only had psychic hypnosis?
How naive!
Feng Lin raised a single finger and spoke calmly.
"You're worthy of one finger from me."