Chapter 150: Winning by Just Moving a Finger

"Clang!"

The Mountain Splitting Axe in Lei Jianting's hand slid to the ground, and beads of sweat the size of beans pattered onto the floor.

At the same time, the look of agony on his face grew increasingly intense, yet he seemed to be struggling against some invisible force at this moment.

But the more he resisted, the stronger the inexplicable discomfort in his body became, as if countless fine needles were pricking every inch of his skin, and as if cold electric currents were wantonly coursing through his meridians.

Every attempt to resist was met with a wave of heart-piercing, excruciating pain; his entire body, including his head, was filled with that unbearable agony.

The intense pain grew stronger and stronger, and Lei Jianting felt as if his head were about to explode.

He let out a miserable howl, using both hands to continuously pound his splitting, aching head, his pair of red eyes looking at Zhou Chu opposite him with what seemed to be terror.

Lei Jianting could be certain that this was a unique aura of Soul Power, like a cold, chilling air instantly invading his mind.

Then it spread wantonly like vines, continuously climbing and coiling along his neural pathways, eroding his consciousness bit by bit.

It made it impossible for him to concentrate his energy to exert Soul Power to resist, leaving him only able to helplessly endure the assault of wave after wave of excruciating pain.

And this unique aura of Soul Power came precisely from Zhou Chu's hand.

Lei Jianting's face flushed red; unable to withstand this powerful, excruciating pain any longer, his body suddenly collapsed to the ground, and he began to roll on the floor in agony.

This scene before them caused the entire Arena to fall into instant silence; everyone wore a look of bewilderment, completely unaware of what had actually happened.

Everyone widened their eyes, staring blankly at Lei Jianting rolling in pain on the ring; the Arena, which had been incomparably noisy just a moment ago, now seemed as if a mute button had been pressed.

Lei Jianting, who had been full of vigor just before, did not launch an attack after the referee announced the start, but instead collapsed to the ground in pain.

From start to finish, he had not had any contact with Zhou Chu opposite him, yet he had collapsed to the ground for no reason.

Could it be that excessive psychological pressure had triggered some kind of illness?

But Soul Professionals have Soul Power to protect their bodies and are different from ordinary people; under normal circumstances, they would not have any illnesses.

If this possibility were ruled out, then it must be that Zhou Chu had used some unknown skill.

The various teachers on the viewing platform, including Principal Yu Dafu and everyone else, wore expressions of disbelief after seeing this scene.

However, very soon, some teachers thought of the reason.

Lei Jianting must have been subjected to some kind of mental spell from Zhou Chu to have such a performance.

【You have used Undying Curse on Lei Jianting! Lei Jianting's soul will suffer the torture of "Tongku Zhuzhou" until his soul burns out!】

Accompanied by the crisp sound of Zhou Chu snapping his fingers, Lei Jianting finally stopped struggling, and his body turned into specks of Star Radiance and vanished from the spot.

【Soul Point +1】

Zhou Chu's eyes immediately lit up.

The Undying Curse effect not only directly caused his opponent to lose without any resistance, but it also unexpectedly added 1 Soul Point for him.

Originally, Zhou Chu had not thought he could defeat his opponent with the Undying Curse.

It can only be said that Lei Jianting's luck was bad, as he happened to encounter the Tongku Zhuzhou effect within the Undying Curse.

Lei Jianting hadn't even had the chance to display his Three Board Axes before being tortured to death by the Tongku Zhuzhou; his luck was indeed quite rotten.

The next second, those points of light gathered once again to form Lei Jianting.

Lei Jianting, standing back in the center of the field, looked at Zhou Chu opposite him with a look of disbelief, standing blankly on the spot in a daze.

He had never imagined that his earlier preparations would be so vulnerable to a tiny technique from Zhou Chu.

He only felt as if he had just had a nightmare; the heart-piercing pain in the dream was still vivid, and he was still lingering in fear even now.

Now, recalling the moment during the dormitory battle when Zhou Chu suddenly transformed into an Assassin-type Soul Professional, Lei Jianting still felt it was unbelievable.

This freshman before him was simply too bizarre, strong to the point of being unbelievable.

Lei Jianting could not see at all what other powerful methods the other party had yet to display.

Facing such a terrifying person, Lei Jianting did not want to treat him as an opponent; it would be best to become friends.

Lei Jianting was inherently a person of bold and unconstrained character.

Although he had been thoroughly tormented by that move from Zhou Chu just now, once he regained his composure, that unyielding spirit in his heart slowly transformed into recognition and admiration for Zhou Chu's strength.

Zhou Chu said one move would make him lose, and sure enough, he only used one move.

Even if he lost, there was nothing more to say.

Lei Jianting scratched his head in embarrassment, smiled slightly awkwardly, and said, "Brother Zhou Chu, I lost. Although it was a helpless defeat, I am convinced."

"But I have decided to make you a friend; if you don't mind, if there is anything you need me for in the future, just speak up!"

"Old Lei here will absolutely have no second words!"

Lei Jianting even slapped his chest until it made a thumping sound.

Zhou Chu actually quite liked the other party's direct and bold personality, so he nodded with a smile and said, "Senior Lei is too polite. It would be best to befriend a powerhouse like you. And I will inevitably have things I don't understand that I will need to trouble you with in the future."

"Easy, easy." Lei Jianting laughed heartily. "Don't keep calling me Senior, Senior; just call me Old Lei from now on!"

"Alright, Old Lei!"

Lei Jianting laughed out loud, walked up, and draped his arm over Zhou Chu's shoulder, and the two walked out of the Arena laughing and talking, returning to the waiting area.

Next, the competition began to proceed in an orderly fashion according to the drawing of lots and grouping.

For a long time, many people were still scratching their heads over Lei Jianting's inexplicable defeat.

The Individual Tournament is, after all, an existence that verifies the strength of individual ability, but every duel is filled with variables and the unknown.

Just like the opening match between Zhou Chu and Lei Jianting, unexpected situations can happen at any time.

However, every subsequent match was almost without suspense.

Any freshman who encountered an old contestant was, without exception, subjected to varying degrees of dimensional reduction strikes.

The disparity in level and strength was simply too great; a situation like Zhou Chu's, where he could make a Three-Turn Expert unable to fight back just by moving his fingers, was truly too rare.

Before this, except for Zhou Chu, all the freshmen participating in the competition had been eliminated.

Even He Muxue, Chen Bo, or the five S-Grade geniuses from Daxia City did not escape, all stopping at the first round.

The duel between Li Er and Li Mengyao was the second to last of the Individual Tournament.

This duel also became the only match where a freshman had a chance to continue moving forward in the Individual Tournament, so it received a great deal of attention.

Many people were quite expectant, wondering if Zhou Li would be able to follow in the footsteps of his cousin Zhou Chu, break the situation where senior students dominated, and create a miracle once again.