From a loser to an immortal sage

Chapter 401 A Counterattack in Desperate Circumstances Reveals Supernatural Power

Wait… what is that… a vague voice, as if coming from the depths of the universe, or as if whispering in my ear.

I feel like a rag doll, being torn apart and manipulated by an invisible force.

The excruciating pain surged like waves, almost overwhelming me.

Wen Chen's voice faded into the distance, like dandelion seeds scattered by the wind, impossible to catch again.

I tried hard to open my eyes, but my eyelids felt incredibly heavy, as if they were glued shut.

I felt a force surging within me, like a trapped wild beast desperately trying to break free of its cage.

This power was unfamiliar yet formidable, filled with a destructive aura, yet also carrying a strange sense of familiarity.

I tried to concentrate, to feel this power, and to communicate with it.

It was like a raging undercurrent, surging and roaring within me, assaulting my consciousness, trying to devour me.

I gritted my teeth and desperately resisted its erosion, gradually figuring out how to control it.

"Let...let me go..." I managed to utter a few words, my voice hoarse like a broken bellows.

This force seemed to sense my resistance and instantly intensified its attack.

Beams of energy shot towards my consciousness like arrows, my mind was like fireworks exploding, colorful yet filled with a dangerous aura.

I couldn't dodge in time; my consciousness was struck hard, and the intense pain made me let out a muffled groan.

I felt my body was also affected, hit in multiple places, and the burning pain almost made me faint.

I knew my clothes were stained with blood, but I didn't care anymore.

I have only one thought right now: to control this power and survive!

"Xiao Yao! What are you doing!" Elder Wu's voice carried a hint of anger and warning. "Where did the power within you come from! If you cannot control it, I will disqualify you from the competition!"

His voice was like a bucket of cold water poured over my head, making me a little more awake.

I know that I am in a very dangerous situation right now.

This mysterious power is too strong for me to fully control.

If I can't find a way to control it soon, I will not only lose the game, but I may even be devoured by this force and lose my life.

"Xiao Yao...you must hold on..." Fairy Mingyue's voice trembled with tears, filled with worry and encouragement, "I believe in you...you can do it..."

Her voice was like a warm current flowing through my heart, giving me a sense of comfort and strength.

I know that Fairy Mingyue has always cared about me, and she certainly wouldn't want to see anything happen to me.

For her sake, for Wen Chen's sake, and for my own sake, I must persevere!

I took a deep breath, enduring the excruciating pain, and continued to concentrate, trying to feel the mysterious power within my body.

I tried to guide it, to control it, to tame it.

This force seemed to sense my determination and began to become slightly docile.

It no longer violently assaulted my consciousness as before, but flowed gently through my body like a tranquil stream.

I felt a subtle connection established between myself and this power; I could feel its pulse, its breath, and its emotions.

I tried to manipulate this power, to make it flow, to attack, and to defend according to my will.

Gradually, I felt myself becoming more and more adept and able to control this power.

"boom!"

I threw a punch, and a golden beam of energy shot out from my fist, striking a distant mountain peak.

The mountain collapsed instantly, sending rocks flying everywhere.

I made it!

I have finally mastered this mysterious power!

I looked up at Elder Wu, a confident smile playing on my lips.

"Elder Wu, I... I think... I understand a little..." I said, my voice still weak but full of strength.

Elder Wu's face showed a surprised expression. He seemed not to have expected that I could actually control this power.

Just then, I felt an even more powerful force awakening... deeper... darker... "No... what is that..." My bones screamed, every muscle fiber twitching at the mere thought of being "alive".

The pressure on me felt like being squeezed by two giant cosmic hands; I had become a plaything of some unseen evil deity.

But a spark of resistance ignited in my heart.

This force, this primal, wild energy surging through my veins... it's not just tearing me to pieces, it's *my* *self*.

It was like a wild stallion, tumbling and kicking violently, but I could feel the reins, which, though illusory and unfamiliar, were already under my control.

I gritted my teeth, my mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood.

My previously blurry and shaky vision began to focus.

I saw Lin, his face contorted with worry, and he reached out as if he could somehow pull me back from the edge of a cliff.

Poor Lin.

He couldn't even get close.

The shimmering energy wall around me was a chaotic vortex of purple and black, like a buzzing, invisible force field, keeping him out.

He looked so helpless.

I wanted to yell at him to go back, that this wasn't his fight, but my throat was burning and my voice was just a weak, hoarse whisper.

But then... things changed.

The raging torrent within me began to subside, responding to a primal call from the depths of my soul.

I can feel it now. It is no longer an enemy, but an extension of myself, like a forgotten limb that has been suddenly rediscovered.

This feeling... is exciting.

That's also terrifying.

But in any case, it's still exciting.

It's like riding a bolt of lightning.

I let out a deep roar from the depths of my heart, guiding this energy, shaping it, and weaving it into a net of pure power that shimmers with golden light.

I pushed hard.

The force field around me pulsated and then expanded outward, colliding with the oppressive darkness.

The world exploded in a blinding flash and the sound of shattering glass.

I stumbled, almost kneeling on the ground, but I managed to steady myself.

The pressure eased, and the heavy sense of oppression gradually disappeared like the receding tide.

I can breathe again.

The air shimmered with a faint light, and the remnants of the attack dissipated like smoke.

I saw Wu's face; it was a mask filled with disbelief.

Even he hadn't expected it to turn out this way.

Hmph, he deserves it.

Mingyue, may God bless her, was crying loudly, her pale face a mixture of relief and fear.

I tried my best to give her a reassuring smile, even though my face probably looked like a crumpled piece of fruit.

Then, I saw *him*.

Lingyun.

He didn't look at me.

His eyes were fixed on the spot where the dark energy had once existed, a strange, calculating light flickering deep within them.

That wasn't the look of a defeated opponent, but... the look of a strategist reassessing the battlefield.

Something is not right.

His lips barely moved, but I heard him mutter to himself, as if saying, "So...that's how it is..." He looked at me, a slow smile appearing on his face.

That wasn't a friendly smile.

That was... the smile of a predator.

He took a step toward me and said, "Interesting. Really very interesting..."