After arousing everyone’s interest, the teacher with the surna Ma began to explain the foundational information related to ntal Telekinesis.
Everyone opened their notebooks and diligently recorded every word the teacher said, constantly reflecting and summarizing during the note-taking process.
King of North of the River, Zhao Kuo, a Destruction Psychic, one thought destroyed two thousand Catfish Demon Kings, and another thought severely injured the Great King of the Catfish Demons hiding ten miles away in the ocean.
These words made everyone imagine vividly about being a Telekinesis Master, involuntarily fantasizing about the day when they could be as powerful as the King of North of the River, using telekinesis to dominate Catfish Demons and severely injure the Great King of the Catfish Demons—what a scene that would be.
According to the relevant data regulations, everyone present knew that the combat power of a Catfish Demon King exceeded 20.0, reaching the level of an Elental Martial Artist.
Each Catfish Demon King could control hundreds or even thousands of Catfish Demons.
One telekinetic thought could destroy two thousand Catfish Demon Kings; even if each of them had a combat power of around 20.0, it was an unimaginable sight.
It’s equivalent to killing two thousand newly-ranked Elental Martial Artists with a single thought, requiring such imnse ntal telekinesis and combat power.
Even Ling Feng was filled with curiosity.
"Master, it seems your teaching yesterday was effective. I’ve never seen Ling Feng so attentive in class, taking notes diligently and continually thinking."
Huang Ling marveled.
Ling Feng possessed demon-level cultivation talent, and his entry into the Divine Thought Class wasn’t because of any rit from killing that cobbler but rather due to a special approval by the Seven Great Star Systems Alliance. Therefore, Huang Ling dared not slack off, specifically asking Huo Guoqiong to use ntal telekinesis to broaden Ling Feng’s horizons.
"It’s just a pity that his sea of consciousness power is too weak; even if he practices diligently, he may not form... hmm?"
Huo Guoqiong carried on indifferently to Huang Ling’s praise, handling a Martial Dao student was easy for him and brought no sense of achievent.
But halfway through, his expression froze.
"What’s wrong?"
Huang Ling felt puzzled.
"This child is beyond help."
Huo Guoqiong turned and left, extrely disappointed with Ling Feng.
Huang Ling, puzzled, couldn’t resist looking into the classroom at Ling Feng. He was clearly deep in thought, scribbling away seriously—why was Huo Guoqiong so angry?
It was very perplexing.
So she stood outside the window, unable to contain herself and spent so ntal telekinesis to inspect the content of Ling Feng’s notes, without disturbing the students’ cultivation.
Upon seeing, Huang Ling’s face imdiately turned dark. In truth, she felt like rushing in and tearing Ling Feng into pieces.
It turned out that Ling Feng hadn’t been listening seriously, nor was he taking notes, but was instead studying chess manuals.
Being crushed by a group of old n at the park during chess gas, Ling Feng couldn’t help but clench his fists whenever he recalled the scenes of them laughing at him.
Even though he possessed strength akin to a "Heart Like Still Water," he wanted to reverse the situation, dominating the chessboard and leaving those old n speechless.
So during the Divine Thought Class, Ling Feng studied chess manuals, drawing boards on paper, and pondering how to break the stalemate, how to lure the elders into traps.
After the class, he planned to go to the park and test his strategies against the elders to see if they were effective.
As a result, while Ling Feng heard much of what teacher Ma taught, he forgot much too, yet he listened clearly to the differences among the various types of Telekinesis Masters, and especially Zhao Kuo of the King of North of the River’s deeds.
This was not curriculum content but so common knowledge outreach. It wasn’t challenging to listen to, nor did it require intense thought.
As for which type of Telekinesis Master to beco, whether he could capture the sea of consciousness, or open it to form ntal telekinesis and beco a ntal Telekinesis Master—Ling Feng never considered these.
His mind was filled with images of being checkmated by those elders.
Whenever the teacher spoke of profound content, all he could hear around him seed to be the elders’ laughter, and as a high school senior Martial Dao student, it was a youthful, pride-filled ti where he wanted to excel in everything.
Being crushed by a group of elders in chess—how could Ling Feng tolerate that?
No matter what, he had to avenge his previous humiliations.
This was a matter of face, unrelated to coasting along and whether he could gain a Coasting Along Value.
Yet, the more he pursued this, the faster his Coasting Along Value grew.
The first point of the Coasting Along Attribute is being obsessed with things considered useless or a waste of ti.
In a priceless ntal telekinesis class, focusing entirely on chess, devising strategies, and imrsively researching chess gas—this, in essence, takes coasting along to the ultimate level.
For a mont, Ling Feng even forgot about the Coasting Along Value; all he wanted was to win against those elders, even if only in one ga—no way was he going to keep losing for more than a dozen gas.
Thus, after three hours ended.
Holding a chessboard, Ling Feng hurried towards Victory Park, after focusing three hours on chess gas, he felt as though the Chess God was upon him, possessed by the Chess Saint, and today, no matter what, he was going to defeat the old man Liu and let him experience the outco of losing over a dozen gas.
"Have soone investigate where he’s headed."
Watching Ling Feng run away like the wind, Huang Ling couldn’t help massaging her temples; it seed like Ling Feng had never been so proactive in his studies before.
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