Chapter 584

Psylocke being knocked unconscious by the absorption was entirely her own fault.

After the battle ended, Polaris and the others had intended to reveal their identities and explain their purpose, but Psylocke had tried to flee when they weren't looking.

Could they let her run?

Rogue made her move, knocking her unconscious instantly, and then explained their identities to Caliban, who had thought he was a dead man.

What is called finding a way out of a desperate situation?

What is called things turning around after reaching an extreme?

What is called a blessing in disguise?

This is exactly it!

After learning their identities and origins, Caliban agreed without a second word. Not only did he agree, but he also expressed his gratitude to them.

What was a mere Psylocke? As long as he could get connected to Void Island, let alone one Psylocke, even ten Psylockes wouldn't be a loss.

Besides, Psylocke had just tried to run away on her own, so Caliban had even less reason to feel reluctant.

Uh, neither Psylocke nor Caliban were particularly good people; could this be considered mutual abandonment and mutual fulfillment?

……

"Unh..." A low moan echoed faintly. The stuffy air and the slightly scorching gravel on her body made Psylocke, who had just woken up, feel uncomfortable.

Before she could even frown, 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 as she regained consciousness. She remembered; she remembered everything.

Three bitches had come to cause trouble. She had lost, Caliban had lost, and she had tried to run away, only to be touched by one of the bitches.

Then she had felt her life force draining away rapidly.

And after that, she had passed 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 her hands and spun around, only to see a man lying lazily on a lounge chair with his eyes half-closed.

The beach, the waves, the man dozing off 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 on Psylocke.

"This isn't my outfit!"

Psylocke stepped back in surprise, then realized that the clothes on her body were not her original dark-style outfit, but a deep purple leather uniform.

What surprised her was that although this outfit was leather, its breathability was excellent; not only was it not stuffy, 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 beat me, you can gain your freedom."

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

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

In fact, there really was 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 learned 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 about their own business; Lauren and the young Storm followed them back to the villa.

Su Quan was too lazy 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 suffocated, Su Quan had kindly removed her dark-style outfit, which looked incredibly hot, and helped her get a sunbath, so as to avoid an uneven tan.

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

"Mm."

Su Quan responded with a lazy nasal sound.

"My sword..."

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

Psylocke bent down to pick up the sword, while keeping an eye on her surroundings to ensure there was no one else nearby.

Although she didn't know this man's identity, nor where this was, nor 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 leopard, and slashed directly at Su Quan, who was squinting and yawning on the lounge chair.

The fierce blade light shimmered with a cold chill, striking Su Quan's abdomen with heavy force and lightning speed.

"Clang!"

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

"Impossible!"

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

It clearly looked like an ordinary body; even if he had abs, and even if his abs were hard, it shouldn't be able to block a sharp weapon's slash, right?

"Clang!"

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

Psylocke's main 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.

This was somewhat similar to the Green Lantern rings of the Green Lantern Corps next door, though one used psionic energy and the other used willpower; broadly speaking, 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 an attack on Su Quan, Psylocke was definitely the first person in decades!

It was just a pity...

All that fierce action, only to look at the output and see it was zero...

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

Humiliation!

This was naked humiliation!

"I don't believe it!"

Psylocke gritted her teeth, purple light glowing in her hand. She jumped high, gripped the psionic dagger she had 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 then a surging force erupted, sending her flying away.

"Bang!"

Dozens of meters away, Psylocke landed on the beach in a "wild goose landing" posture.

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

"Whoosh—"

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

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

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

— Author's Notes —

PS: I don't know why, but every time I write about Psylocke, I can't help but want to bully her a little.