Aura—at its core, it’s just a crude use of spiritual power. Trying to “overawe” a Psychic Adept with sheer presence is honestly...
So Ian took a step forward.
It looked simple, but that step was anything but. As Ian moved, the murderous aura the six soldiers had built up instantly shattered—and they all felt a dull, suffocating pressure in their chests from the backlash.
Only Ian and those six soldiers noticed the invisible clash. Even Kevin Guan, a fellow Psychic Adept, had no idea what had just happened in that split second.
Kevin kept up his arrogant act, pointing at Ian and snapping, "Let them go!"
Ian smiled. "Sir, you really ought to see a doctor."
"What did you just say?!"
Kevin's eyes narrowed. The scene on the ship flashed through his mind, and old grudges suddenly surged up.
"I think you’re sick. My advice? Go see a doctor."
Ian went on, looking completely at ease.
"Are you looking for trouble?!" Kevin Guan gritted his teeth. "Take this brat down!"
"Yes, sir!"
Earlier, Ian had shattered their aura, leaving them with a hidden grudge. Now, with Kevin's command, they didn't hesitate—they charged at Ian without a second thought.
All their strength was honed through real combat; each one had reached eighth-level Warrior.
So when the six charged, it was as if six savage beasts were pouncing on the crowd.
Except for Ian, who remained calm, even Ryan Zhang—a ninth-level Warrior—couldn't help but step back. As for the Special Police behind him, some retreated repeatedly, while others collapsed in fear.
Ian was secretly disappointed by their performance; compared to the Special Police in Plumridge City, these officers were far less competent.
In an instant.
The six soldiers had already surrounded Ian, forming a seamless net around him. In their eyes, Ian was now a trapped beast, ready to be captured at any moment.
"I'm the Minister of the Mesa City Special Police Base. If you lay a hand on me, you'd better consider the consequences!" Ian said calmly.