In the dining room, barely several hundred square meters in size, both sides' psychic energies churned, sending tables, chairs, and plates flying everywhere. Though seemingly innocuous, even a slight graze from a flying shard could be fatal to an ordinary person.

Propelled by the telekinetic power of Masters or near-Masters, these common objects attained speeds far exceeding that of bullets, tearing the air with a screech as they passed, the displaced air forming violent shockwaves that swept up everything else in the room like mere dust. The entire restaurant was convulsing as if caught in a super-hurricane exceeding level twelve, and the wind force continued to climb!

Yang Ying felt like a lone skiff in a tempest. If not for the near-Master beside him, deflecting the cannonball-like chairs, shattered glass, and wooden debris, he would surely have been reduced to pulp dancing in the air!

"There is the saying of Grandmaster Jin: grass, wood, bamboo, and stone can all become swords; plucking a flower or a leaf can injure the enemy. This perfectly describes this situation.

A battlefield of Masters is truly not a place for me, yet here I am, gaining rewards I normally couldn't. Only by experiencing this fight do I realize the immense power Masters possess.

David, that high-level Psychic, would likely only survive a few seconds in this dining room." Yang Ying was already struggling to breathe under the intense pressure of the wind, yet he felt joy for what he was gaining. Observing a confrontation between Masters at such close range, even if unclearly, was an eye-opener.

The silver sword he loaned allowed Master Garcia's side to gain another near-Master combatant. This made the already disadvantaged Kato even harder-pressed to handle the relentless assault from Master Garcia and the others.

Furthermore, the newly added near-Master did not need to worry about blade wear; wielding a silver light saber against a silver light staff, he was now on equal footing in terms of weaponry. A fully engaged near-Master versus a cautious one presented a problem for Kato that was on an entirely different level.

Where before Kato could force a retreat just by whirling his light staff into a silver disc, that maneuver was now ineffective. The other near-Master boldly swept his silver sword into a small light disc, clashing fiercely with Kato's own to disrupt its rotation, thereby creating an opening for Master Garcia.

After a few exchanges, Master Garcia seized the moment Kato forced back one near-Master and slashed, burning away half of Kato's sleeve. Had Kato not retreated swiftly enough, that strike would have nearly severed his forearm.

The stalled offense forced Kato back into the defensive posture he held at the start of the battle, scrambling desperately left and right, looking utterly disheveled. However, a Master remains a Master.

The light staff transformed into a venomous serpent in his hands, coiling and weaving around him, warding off the combined attacks of one Master and two near-Masters, while still launching counterattacks from incredibly tricky angles. "Alas, even a near-Master's role is not decisive in a contest between true Masters.

If another Master were cooperating with Master Garcia, we would have won long ago," said the near-Master protecting Yang Ying, straining to freeze a hundred flying pieces of debris before tossing them aside. "Then why not call more near-Masters?

There must be more than just a few of you in the Thirteenth Fleet," Yang Ying asked, carefully tracking the surrounding 'stray shots' lest one slip past the near-Master and end his life. The near-Master deflected a large tabletop, pausing to catch his breath.

Resisting the objects Kato hurled was proving strenuous. He forced a bitter smile.

"It’s all because we lack purple light sabers. The high-purity energy crystals needed to polish them are extremely rare, requiring importation from outside the Solar System.

Moreover, the crystals often perish during the polishing process, resulting in a success rate of only about one in ten." "That low?" Yang Ying was surprised. He had never concerned himself with the number of light sabers the Psionic Temple possessed.

In his mind, a behemoth like the Temple would have an endless supply. The near-Master deflected several water blades and continued, "Purple light sabers are already one in a hundred.

Coupled with those lost in battle and general attrition, special light sabers are exceedingly scarce. Not every near-Master can be equipped with a purple light saber.

All the near-Master Psychics wearing purple blades in the Thirteenth Fleet are right here. If we had known you had a silver light saber, we could have called one more person." While engaged in a bitter fight, Kato still managed to spare some attention for Yang Ying's location.

He held a deep-seated hatred for the Colonel Blade who had successfully tricked him. If Colonel Blade were a Master-level powerhouse, so be it.

But for a mere low-level Psychic—a being he considered an ant—to deceive his eyes was enough to ignite his fury! Seeing Yang Ying conversing with the near-Master, Kato sneered.

He bent down, spun, and swept his light staff behind him like a giant windmill, temporarily forcing back Master Garcia and the others. Before they could re-encircle him, he turned and plucked three small slivers of glass from the raging gale.

The glass shards left his hand with the roar of a crossbow bolt, tracing three perfect arcs, striking Yang Ying's front at a speed dozens of times faster than sound! After launching the glass, Kato immediately engaged the only one capable of blocking the fragments, Master Garcia, preventing him from providing aid.

This was Kato’s meticulously planned killing move. The release of the three glass shards seemed casual, but as he threw them, he had already calculated the angles and positions of the three near-Masters in the room.

His conclusion was that 'Colonel Blade' could not possibly evade the resulting headshot. Fast!

Fast! Fast!

The three glass shards conveyed only one impression: speed. They even left visible trails in the air, creating palpable shockwaves centered on the fragments.

The near-Master protecting Yang Ying exerted his full power to try and deflect the shards, but time was too short; he could only deflect two of the three. One broke through the defense, aimed directly at Yang Ying’s forehead!

The situation was so critical that even afterward, Yang Ying felt immense relief that he had managed to save Blade, having been only a fraction of a second away from needing to prepare an entirely new body. Let us rewind the clock momentarily, to the instant just before Kato struck.

As the hulking Ape Master turned to snatch the glass fragments, Yang Ying’s hairs suddenly stood on end, a wave of icy dread surging from his feet straight to his scalp. The sight before him dimmed, and the shadow of death enveloped him completely.

In that moment, Yang Ying felt as if he had returned to Titan's Light, encountering that high-level Ape Man when he first awakened his Psychic powers and set out to seek survival. With the aid of his nascent psychic abilities and battle instinct, he had slain that high-level Ape Man who was ten times stronger than him.

Yet, the Ape Master Kato before him was hundreds of times stronger—perhaps 'hundreds of times' didn't even capture the vast difference. However, Yang Ying's battle instinct remained.

Moreover, compared to his main body, Blade Emperor, infused with Zerg genetics, was inherently better at fighting using innate instinct! Instinct guided Yang Ying to the most appropriate reaction.

He first slightly squatted, leaning his body subtly backward and to the side, then desperately raised both hands over his head. Kato’s precognition was a hundred times superior to Yang Ying’s, having already factored in his response.

The glass shards, following their arc, tracked toward Yang Ying’s evasion path. When they reached the spot above his head, they pierced straight through his left palm.

Under such a rapid attack, Yang Ying had no time to think, relying entirely on instinct to evade. He unleashed his psychic power with unprecedented effort, twisting his shoulder by a few degrees to wrench his head toward the right.

Pfft! A spray of scarlet blood erupted.

Yang Ying’s left eye socket was severely gashed by the glass fragment, cutting deep to the bone! That wasn't all.

Before his transformation, Blade's body was equivalent to that of a strong average person. While the psychic augmentation granted incredible evasion speed, it also severely strained nearly all the large muscle groups throughout his body with the violent movements.

In his untransformed state, Blade's body simply could not sustain a battle at the level of a low-level Psychic! Additionally, the screech of the glass shards cutting the air ruptured the eardrum of his left ear, and the shockwave from the fragments caused him moderate concussion, as well as severe damage to his middle ear, significantly impairing his sense of balance.

After the glass shards passed, Yang Ying crashed heavily to the ground, feeling as if his entire frame had been shattered, utterly unable to muster any strength. Seeing the result, the battle circle paused.

Although the shard inflicted such massive internal and external injuries upon Yang Ying, both Kato, the attacker, and Master Garcia, along with the three near-Masters, were astonished that Yang Ying had survived the assault! That was a strike intentionally launched by a Master-level expert against a low-level Psychic whose body was as fragile as an ordinary person’s.

Even though two of the three glass shards had been blocked, evading the remaining one was a feat few could accomplish! "Well done!" the near-Master who blocked two shards praised loudly.

"What a Colonel Blade!" Kato, who had launched the attack, also offered a sincere commendation. However, he now possessed an additional, compelling reason to kill this "Colonel Blade." A person possessing such combat talent could neither be recruited nor left to the Earthlings.

"You withdraw from the fight and protect him." Master Garcia understood Kato's intent. He immediately ordered one of the near-Masters wielding a purple light saber to break away from surrounding Kato and join the ranks protecting Yang Ying.

Garcia’s thinking was the exact opposite of Kato’s. A person with such innate combat talent, as he progressed, would inevitably become one of the main forces fighting for humanity against the Ancient Legion; such potential should not be sacrificed on this insignificant platform!