Psychic Overlord-Chapter 141: Tousou (The Battle) 5

BOOM!

Tyrron’s fist collided with Kaizer’s jaw in a blinding burst of green light, sending the latter skidding across the arena on his heels, sparks trailing behind him.

His boots dug into the stone like knives, digging grooves in the obsidian until he flipped backward mid-slide and landed in a crouched position, his eyes locked on his opponent.

KRAK-KRAK-KRAKOOM!!

Kaizer blurred forward, fists blazing with blue lightning as Tyrron met him head-on again, and once more, their punches collided like twin meteors screaming through space. Shockwaves pulsed outward in concentric circles, turning the arena into a warzone of thunder and pressure.

And yet... Kaizer was keeping up even with Tyrron’s second stage power up.

No, more than that... he was evolving.

Few understood just how far Kaizer’s telekinesis had come.

To the untrained eye, his abilities looked like mere psychic tricks involving flying objects, defensive barriers, controlled levitation, but those were only the seeds of what had become a truly monstrous power.

Telekinetic Enhancement was among the most difficult forms of psychic mastery because it required not just control, but precision over one’s own body. To see every cell, every tendon, every neuron as an object and then to manipulate them in sync.

Currently, Kaizer was operating on that plane.

Each of his muscles was reinforced with psychic power. Every punch wasn’t just strength, it was a collection of microscopic vectors, compressing and guiding force perfectly into a strike.

To fight him now... was to fight a telekinetic engine wrapped in human skin.

......

A few months ago...

A bloodied Kaizer knelt on cracked titanium flooring, breathing hard.

His shirt was torn, revealing a body that was shaking violently, muscles spasming from being pushed past their natural limit.

Dean Rochester stood above him, arms behind his back, face impassive.

A hologram beside them showed Kaizer’s bone density fluctuating.

"Again," the Dean ordered.

Kaizer gritted his teeth. "I can’t move."

Rina was on the sidelines, chewing on sunflower seeds, feet kicked up on a crate. "Boo-hoo. I thought you wanted to be number one, darling brother."

Kaizer glared at her, but his glare was filled with fire, not frustration.

Dean Rochester knelt before him. "If your body breaks, fix it. You are a telekinetic. That includes the muscle, the blood, the bone."

He tapped Kaizer’s forehead gently. "Control it. Make yourself move."

Kaizer growled. "Then move aside."

He stood... and his muscles bulged, but not from rage, rather from psychic force tightening them from within.

His fist pulsed with blue light as he struck forward with a silent roar of victory.

...........

Back in the present, Kaizer’s veins pulsed beneath his skin as thin traces of blue lightning ran like circuit lines through his arms and legs.

He stepped forward and the platform shattered beneath his footfall, not from mass, but from pressure.

Tyrron snarled and leapt.

They met again in mid-air with their fists cocked and auras flaring, blue versus green and psychic lightning versus volcanic thunder.

CRAAAACK!!

Kaizer’s punch bent Tyrron’s guard, blasting the larger boy back, but Tyrron grinned, rotated in mid-air and kicked upward with a shockwave that ripped open the sky.

Kaizer caught it on crossed arms, skidding mid-air - yes, skidding - using bursts of telekinetic air footing to slow down before flaring back.

"I like this! You’re not like the others! You punch like a f***ing earthquake! You are even stronger than Tessa!" Tyrron howled, grinning wide.

Kaizer adjusted his stance, hands glowing. "And you... your strength has a dark secret, doesn’t it?"

Tyrron;s expression froze as his eyes became cold while looking at Kaizer, his power seeming to condense further.

They vanished again, slamming into each other high in the air, the shockwaves this time forming spiral clouds above them.

Carlisle Freed leaned forward, brow raised. "Huh. Did he just redirect Tyrron’s force with a micro-vector feedback loop?"

Madam Sylvia snapped her head to the side. "Wait, wait did you see that knee?! He compressed the joint muscle mid-motion for added thrust!"

Dean Rochester smiled faintly. "He’s making it look easy. It isn’t."

Lysandra nodded once. "He’s in full Telekinetic Enhancement state. If his control slips by even a millimeter, he could tear his body apart from within."

Carlisle munched his jerky louder. "Damn. That’s sexy."

Sylvia slapped his arm again.

BOOOOOOOM!!!

A blinding pulse of green light erupted from the center of the arena as Tyrron’s body burst outward, his chest arched to the sky, mouth open in a primal scream.

Lightning didn’t just crackle around him, it literally shrieked as it compressed into jagged beams that now extended like wild tendrils from his fists and shoulders, writhing around him like serpents of plasma.

The air grew thick and gravity warped for a moment.

"Stage 3, the beam phase..." Carlisle Freed muttered, jerky forgotten in hand.

Carlisle’s face became slightly serious. "When I pushed Tyrron this far back then, he almost killed me. I hope your boy can manage Old Rochester."

A ring of emerald energy burst around Tyrron’s body, flattening the shattered arena as debris was vaporized on contact. The lightning flowing from his body now had sharp edges being no longer wild discharges, but condensed blasts that could pierce.

Kaizer raised his eyebrows calmly as he knew this was coming.

His arms slowly lowered as psychic energy roared across his limbs, blue lightning surging tighter, crackling with layered force. Instead of coiling wildly, it began to spiral into a refined, almost geometric style.

He whispered one word: "Elemental Compression."

WHAM!!

Kaizer launched upward like a railgun, his entire body outlined in crystallized blue arcs, every movement folded through vectors of force.

CLASH!!!

They collided mid-air, Tyrron’s green beams blasting, Kaizer countering with spinning telekinetic punches that sliced through the plasma.

Every punch had weight that was not just physical, but conceptual. Kaizer was controlling the idea of force itself in his movements.

From below, even the Supreme Force command box had gone eerily silent in shock and fear.

Carlisle exhaled slowly, shaking his head. "Stage 3 Tyrron is supposed to break tanks in a single strike. Kaizer’s trading with him."

Lysandra crossed her arms. "That’s not all, look at Kaizer’s posture. He’s letting Tyrron land hits to test durability."

"Insane... they’re both insane!" Madam Sylvia, a typical caster type esper - whispered, her fan fluttering nervously.

Kaizer grunted as Tyrron’s beam-encased fist struck his ribs—cracking the platform behind him—but his counter was immediate: a spin-kick amplified by telekinetic redirection, sending Tyrron hurtling into a floating stone pillar, which cracked down the middle.

Tyrron wiped blood from his lips and laughed.

"THIS IS IT!! THIS IS WHAT I’VE BEEN HOLDING BACK FOR!!" He bellowed.

He dropped to all fours and then slammed both fists into the ground.

KA-KOOOOM!!!

The entire arena rumbled like tectonic plates were shifting as pulses of green surged into the earth... and then back into him.

Kaizer’s eyes narrowed, his voice cutting through the chaos like a scalpel.

"So it’s true."

Tyrron blinked in confusion.

Kaizer floated upward, rising above the battlefield like a psychic god, arms behind his back.

"You’re not using elemental lightning, Tyrron. You’re not channeling Earth..."

Kaizer looked downward. "You’re blessed by it."

Tyrron froze in shock.

"You were never just a muscle brute with green lightning, you’re a conduit. Your Earth Lightning isn’t an attribute, it’s a gift from Gaia itself." Kaizer said, voice calm but piercing.

The entire stadium stilled as gasps rippled through the crowd like wind over water.

Kaizer’s eyes flashed. "As long as your feet touch the ground... or anything that touches the ground... your power will never run out. Your strength is infinite, limited only by your body’s ability to survive it."

"That’s why you trained your physique so obsessively, to endure it." Kaizer revealed casually.

Tyrron’s expression twisted, half in fury and half in realization that he’d been exposed. "How... how do you know that?!"

Kaizer was silent for a bit.

’Because I am a telepath, and I can see the figure of the world’s mother in the depths of your mind, sending power to you while warning me not to be too harsh on you.’ He thought to himself

Of course, what Kaizer said was different.

"Because the Dean made me study you. Every fight, every movement and every quake you ever caused."

Kaizer raised one hand. "And I’ve also prepared a way... to cut you off from the Earth."

The temperature dropped, not literally but figuratively as a weight fell upon the stadium like doom had just been spoken aloud.

Tyrron’s grin twitched. "You think I need the ground?! I’ll crush you with my own hands, even if I’m floating!!"

Kaizer didn’t answer.

Instead, he raised both hands forward as his psychic lightning surged violently, blue arcs condensing and weaving into a dense column of spiraling force that hovered between his palms like a coiled dragon.

A high-pitched whine filled the air as the platform beneath him cracked under the gravitational strain of the construct forming between his palms.

Below, Tyrron bellowed like a beast, his arms wide open, letting emerald lightning surge into his chest before dragging it forward, a nuclear spiral forming between his palms that was raw, jagged and alive.

Their powers were no longer passive as these two young men were building up weapons of mass destruction.