Chapter 1073: Psionic Weapons and the Unyielding Psylocke (First update, please subscribe!)

"Mmm..." A low moan echoed faintly. The stifling air and the slightly scorching sand on her body made Psylocke, who had just regained consciousness, feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Before her brow could even furrow, she was shocked to discover that she was lying on a beach.

Where am I?

The seaside? A beach?

Why am I here?

Memories surfaced rapidly with her awakening. She remembered—she remembered everything.

Three bitches had come to cause trouble; she had been defeated, and Caliban had been defeated too. She had tried to escape, but one of the bitches had touched her.

Then, she had felt her life force draining away rapidly.

And after that, she had blacked out.

Having figured out the cause, Psylocke stood up by pushing off the ground with both hands, and then...

Where are my clothes?

I want my dark-style outfit!

"You're awake." A lazy, magnetic voice came from behind her.

Psylocke covered herself with both hands and spun around abruptly, only to see a man lying lazily on a lounge chair with his eyes half-closed.

The beach, the waves, the man dozing leisurely—this scene left Psylocke momentarily dazed.

Immediately after, she asked vigilantly: "Who are you, where is this? And... where are my clothes!"

"Snap!"

Su Quan snapped his fingers, and a set of clothes appeared out of thin air onto Psylocke's body.

"This isn't my outfit!"

Psylocke stepped back in surprise, only to discover that the outfit on her body was not her original dark-style clothing, but a deep purple leather uniform.

What surprised her was that although the outfit was leather, its breathability was excellent; not only was it not stifling, but it even had a hint of coolness.

"Caliban has already sold you to me. You now have two choices."

"One, accept your fate and follow me obediently from now on; two, resist. As long as you can defeat me, you can gain your freedom."

"You only have one chance. Choose for yourself."

Su Quan spoke lazily, as if he didn't care at all how she chose.

In fact, there was indeed nothing to care about, because from the moment Psylocke was targeted by Su Quan, she had already lost her choice.

Except for herself, no one would believe she could defeat Su Quan.

Once she knew Su Quan's identity, she wouldn't believe she could defeat him either!

Therefore, Su Quan did not reveal his identity.

Polaris and the others had finished reporting the situation and went off to attend to their own business; Lauren and the young Storm followed them back to the villa.

Su Quan was feeling lazy and didn't want to move, so he stayed behind to continue sunbathing while waiting for Psylocke to wake up.

Oh, right—

Fearing that the weather was too hot and the unconscious Psylocke would be stifled to death, Su Quan had kindly removed her dark-style outfit, which looked incredibly hot, and helped her sunbathe to avoid an uneven tan.

"If I defeat you, will you let me go?" Psylocke asked, eager to try.

"Mm."

Su Quan responded with a lazy nasal sound.

"My sword..."

Psylocke spoke tentatively, and without seeing the other party make any move, she heard a *swish* sound as her sword appeared out of thin air and landed on the sand in front of her.

Psylocke bent down to pick up the sword, while simultaneously observing her surroundings to ensure there was no one else nearby.

Although she didn't know this man's identity, nor where this place was, let alone the ins and outs or other details.

But she knew, this was her only chance!

"Hah!"

The moment she stood up, Psylocke gripped the sword with both hands, like a tiger descending a mountain or a swift cheetah, and slashed directly at Su Quan, who was squinting and yawning on the lounge chair.

The sharp blade light shimmered with a cold, biting gleam, striking Su Quan's abdomen with great force and speed, faster than a blink.

"Clang!"

A crisp sound like metal colliding rang out. Psylocke's wrists ached, her palms went numb, and the sword in her hand nearly flew out.

"Impossible!"

Psylocke widened her eyes in disbelief. Her full-force strike hadn't even left a single trace on the other party's body!

It clearly looked like an ordinary body; even if he had abdominal muscles, no matter how hard they were, they couldn't possibly block a sharp weapon's slash, right?

"Clang!"

"Combat detected, dropped reward: Psionic Energy (Psylocke)"

Psylocke's primary ability was to use mental energy to create psionic weapons such as psionic daggers, psionic whips, and psionic katanas.

Simply put, it was using mental energy—that is, psionic energy—to manifest weapons!

The stronger the psionic energy, the stronger the manifested items could be.

This was somewhat similar to the Green Lantern rings of the neighboring Green Lantern Corps, though one used psionic energy and the other used willpower; broadly speaking, however, both were mental energy.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

"Clang, clang, clang!"

Su Quan remained as immovable as a mountain, not even opening his eyes, yet Psylocke, refusing to believe it, swung her sword and slashed again and again!

If judged solely by the angle of landing hits on Su Quan, Psylocke was absolutely the number one person in the last few decades!

It was just a pity...

All that fierce action, yet the output was zero...

Su Quan didn't lose a single hair, while Psylocke, on the contrary, had her arms and hands aching and numb from the shock of her own actions.

Humiliation!

This was blatant humiliation!

"I refuse to believe it!"

Psylocke gritted her teeth, purple light shining in her hands. She jumped high, gripped a psionic dagger manifested out of thin air with both hands, and stabbed heavily toward Su Quan's heart.

"Clang!"

The familiar crisp sound entered her ears. The psionic dagger in Psylocke's hand shattered inch by inch, and immediately after, a surging force erupted, directly knocking her flying.

"Bang!"

Dozens of meters away, Psylocke landed on the beach in a "flat sand falling goose" pose.

"This angle... hmm, not bad!" Su Quan glanced over with eyelids slightly open, the corner of his mouth... oh no, his arm was raised.

"Shoo—"

A purple psionic whip lashed out fiercely toward Psylocke, wrapping around her neck just as she lifted it.

Psylocke's expression changed; she instinctively grabbed at the restraint on her neck, but a massive force directly knocked her backward onto the ground and dragged her away rapidly.

Kicking and struggling, Psylocke carved a long furrow in the sand, covered in grit, and finally stopped beside Su Quan's lounge chair.