“I want to prove in front of Emily Foster... that I’m a hundred times better than this scum!” Ethan Carter clenched his fists, thinking coldly to himself.

“Good, good, good, kid, you’ve got guts! I’ll show you the difference between an elite disciple from a great family and a loose cultivator like you, let you see the gap between heaven and earth!” Brian Bolton sneered.

After laughing, Brian Bolton casually raised his hand and threw a punch at Ethan Carter’s chest.

The punch from Brian Bolton was plain and simple, not even showing any sign of gathering strength, yet it put tremendous pressure on Ethan Carter.

“What incredible power!” Ethan Carter was secretly shocked. They were both first-level martial artists, but Brian Bolton’s strength was far greater than Mr. Turner’s.

Bang!

Ethan Carter mustered all his strength to take the punch, but was forced back several steps, his palm numbed by the shock.

“It was just a casual punch from Brian Bolton, and I’m already struggling this much. If he really gathers his strength, I’ll be no match for him at all!”

“I can’t wait any longer, I have to use my psychic power.” Ethan Carter decided to end the fight quickly. With a thought, the three throwing knives he carried shot out, slicing through the air toward Brian Bolton.

“Hmph! You’re a good seedling. If your psychic power had time to grow, maybe even I wouldn’t be your match. But right now, you’re far too weak compared to me!” Brian Bolton snorted, and with a flick of his right hand, a long blade appeared out of thin air.

Brian Bolton wasn’t just all talk—his skills matched his words.

He wielded the long blade with such precision that not even a gap was left. Ethan Carter’s three throwing knives couldn’t get close to him; whenever they did, they were knocked away by his blade.

“Damn it!” Ethan Carter cursed inwardly. Every time his knives were knocked away, he had to use his psychic power to regain control. Gradually, he started to feel mentally exhausted.

“You’re no match for him. Listen to me—grab the staff, quick!” At this moment, the system prompted Ethan Carter again.

“Damn!” Ethan Carter cursed out loud. “It’s just a lousy fire poker, what’s the use? I’m dead anyway, no matter how valuable it is, I can’t take it with me!”

“Stupid kid! I told you to grab it, so just do it! Stop talking back!” The voice from the system sounded a bit angry.

“If I get the staff, the mission will be complete. Maybe I’ll get stronger again!” Ethan Carter’s eyes lit up.

With a thought, the three throwing knives that had been attacking Brian Bolton changed direction and shot toward the yellow barrier.

“Stop him!” Sensing Ethan Carter’s intention, Brian Bolton quickly shouted, “Miss Emily Foster, do something! If you don’t act now, he’ll succeed!”

Although Brian Bolton was stronger than Ethan Carter, since Ethan Carter was a telekinetic, it would still take some time for Brian Bolton to defeat him.

“Huh?” Suddenly, Ethan Carter felt a heavy pressure on his mind. The three throwing knives he was controlling seemed to be resisting him, veering off their original course.

Someone was fighting him for control of the knives!

Another telekinetic!

There were only three people in the hall: himself, Brian Bolton, and Emily Foster. Brian Bolton couldn’t be a telekinetic—if he were, with his personality, he would have shown off long ago.

“Emily Foster is a telekinetic!” Ethan Carter was shocked, staring at Emily Foster in surprise.

Since Ethan Carter had burst in, Emily Foster hadn’t said much, but now she moved. With a gentle flick of her jade-like hand, seven throwing knives flew toward Ethan Carter.

“Emily Foster really is a telekinetic!” Ethan Carter’s eyes were filled with both shock and joy.

He was shocked that such a delicate girl as Emily Foster was actually an esper, but happy because Mr. Turner had once said that telekinetics held a very high status among espers. And from the way Brian Bolton called Emily Foster “Miss,” it was clear that Emily Foster and Brian Bolton probably had no special relationship—it was all a misunderstanding!

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Chapter 11: Lord God’s Space

Whoosh!

While Ethan Carter was still in a daze, the seven throwing knives shot straight at his face. Startled, he quickly rolled on the ground.

The seven knives grazed his cheek, shredding the black hood on his head to pieces.

“Ethan Carter!” Upon seeing the “robber’s” face, Emily Foster let out a startled cry.

At the same time, she instantly released her control over the three throwing knives aimed at Ethan Carter. The three knives traced a perfect arc and shattered the yellow barrier.

“So it was you!” Brian Bolton was also shocked to discover the robber was Ethan Carter, but his expression quickly turned cold as he said, “I never expected the most cowardly Ethan Carter in our class to turn out to be an esper!”

“If even you’re an esper, why can’t I be one?” Ethan Carter got up from the ground, mocking with a smile. Now that he realized Brian Bolton and Emily Foster had nothing going on, his mood improved, and a smile played at the corner of his mouth as he spoke.

“Hmph! You’re about to die and you still don’t get it!” Brian Bolton snorted, then turned to Emily Foster and said, “Miss Foster, he’s already been here. We’d better deal with this trouble now, so we don’t have problems later!”