Feeling the spiritual power in his mind, the powerful impact almost made him lose control of the spiritual power.

At this moment, he regretted a little that he had just sucked too much.

The soul and consciousness of a one-night stand have completely dissipated, but his spiritual power has remained, and the power left behind is far greater than imagined.

When he first absorbed Marcus's spiritual power, his own spiritual power was already as high as level eight, so he could complete the entire spiritual power absorption process in a few seconds without any sequelae.

But this time it was different, the physical ability of a one-night stand was as high as level twelve, but his spiritual power was even more terrifying, and he turned out to be a level fourteen master.

What is the concept of level fourteen, a super master who can reach the sixteenth level inhuman realm with only two more steps.

At this moment, Fang Mingwei only has a ninth-level spiritual power, and he is not even worthy of lifting the other party's shoes.

If it weren't for the existence of two super souls in his mind, then after rashly absorbing so much spiritual power, there would only be the dead end of being held alive.

Fortunately, in the soul whirlpool, only one percent of the spiritual power of a one-night stand was absorbed by Fang Mingwei.

The rest of the ninety percent of the power had already condensed into a white point of light and stored in Fang Mingwei's mind.

This point of light was different from the soul of the Ek and the Celestial Wing people, it did not have any breath of life, but was composed of a mass of highly condensed spiritual power.

Fang Mingwei could extract spiritual power from it to replenish his own losses, but he had no way to indulge this white spot like he commanded Ek's soul.

Opening the sealed cabin, Fang Mingwei's feet were still a little weak.

He took a deep breath, walked over to the sealed pod opposite, and pressed the switch to open the hatch.

The next moment, the hatch opened, revealing the pale face and godless eyes of the one-night stand inside. Looking at those eyes that seemed to be white as fish belly, Fang Mingwei shivered coldly.

The living dead, this is already a living dead.

Although his heartbeat was still strong, and although he was still a twelfth-level physical master, Fang Mingwei knew that he could no longer rely on his own strength to move again in this life.

Touching his somewhat numb scalp, Fang Mingwei had to sigh at his luck.

Although the soul vortex can absorb the spiritual power of others, this vortex also has a weakness, that is, the spiritual power of the absorbed object cannot exceed its own too much.

Whether it is Chrissy or Marcus, there is not much difference in strength from Fang Mingwei, so he can easily take them down.

But a one-night stand is different, this guy's mental power is as high as the terrifying fourteenth level.

If Fang Mingwei still followed the method of dealing with Marcus and absorbed the opponent's spiritual power in the fight, then it was very likely that the power of the one-night stand was too strong for him to escape before falling into the soul vortex.

That's why Fang Mingwei deliberately fought against him for more than ten games, wearing off his vigilance little by little, and at the last moment, he proposed to let the other party give up resistance and let himself win a game.

It is precisely because of the one-night stand that he relaxed his vigilance and all his precautions that he was caught off guard and was sucked into the soul vortex that represented death without any resistance.

But even so, in the soul whirlpool, a one-night stand was supported for more than an hour before it completely died. Such a powerful force can't help but make people marvel.

And what really scared Fang Mingwei was that if that guy supported it for another five minutes, then it was probably Fang Mingwei who couldn't support it first.

Such a master, in the end, ended up like this, which can be regarded as providence.

He sat down with his eyes closed, and breathed calmly according to the method taught by Schneider. After a long time, Fang Mingwei opened his eyes, and a trace of fierce light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

The negative emotions of cowardice, fear, worry, etc., that had just sprung up have all disappeared, and have been replaced by a firm faith and determination.

He turned back into the sealed cabin and first measured his mental strength. Five minutes later, he walked out quietly, a look of ecstasy in his eyes.

At the tenth level, he actually improved his first-level spiritual strength again, and he had reached the peak state of middle-level spiritual power.

If you can take a step closer, you can become a member of the high-level spiritual power.

In the Earth Alliance, only one percent of the people can reach the intermediate level, and they are already the superior group in the Earth Alliance.

However, the real essence of the alliance is still those super powerhouses who have exceeded level ten.

Whether it is physical ability or mental strength, as long as it exceeds the tenth level, then even if there is no skill, it is also the object that all countries and families want to desperately woo.

If Fang Mingwei hadn't researched the ability controller that had reached the level of fourth-level national science and technology on his own, General Robert would not have used his privilege to arrange two twelfth-level bodyguards for him.

You must know that only one out of 100,000 people will be able to exceed the tenth-level standard, and the Earth Alliance has 100 billion nationals, and all the elites above the tenth-level combined, there is not a million.

And such a ratio is enough to say a lot.

Level 10...... Fang Mingwei closed his eyes again, slowly sensing the soul of the Tianyi Clan and the soul of Eke in his mind.

It seemed that as his spiritual power grew, the distance between him and these two souls was getting closer and closer. And it is easier and more natural to read the other person's memories and give orders.

For example, at this moment, Fang Mingwei faintly felt that these two souls seemed to have become one with him, and the things they had experienced in their lives were so real, which made him feel like a dream in his previous life.

Groups of images came to mind again, but this time instead of watching as a spectator, he relived a scene from his memory instead of Ek.

Fists, knives, guns, fighting ...... A sharp pain came into his brain, Fang Mingwei suddenly woke up, he found that he had clenched his hands into fists, one of which had hit the wall of the yacht hard, and made a concave mark on the specially processed wall.

Oh my God, he gasped, and the sharp pain from his fist already made him faintly feel that his right finger bone had cracked.

At that moment, he thought of himself as the battle-hardened Ek, and the punches he struck were exactly what Ek Ping was best at.

It's just that there is still a big difference between him and Eke after all.

His physical ability was only level three, and although he had made a mark on the hard walls of the yacht with all his strength, the price he paid was a cracked finger bone.

The gains outweigh the losses, and the gains definitely outweigh the losses.

He searched around for some spray or something to relieve the pain, but the first thing he saw was a one-night stand still lying in the sealed cabin.

A terrible thought came over him, and if the military found out about his condition as a living dead, how should he explain it?

Fang Mingwei looked at the one-night stand with steady breathing and no knowledge of the outside world, and the blankness in his eyes gradually turned into a fierce color.

Turning around, I walked around the yacht, found the spare painkiller on the yacht, sprayed it on my fingers a few times, and the pain in my heart was immediately relieved a lot.

He knew that the pain had only stopped now, but if he wanted to recover, he would have to go through the hospital.

But the first thing he had to do at the moment was not to call the police, but to never suffer in the future.

Coming to the sealed cabin, Fang Mingwei dragged the one-night stand with one hand and placed it on the only soft bed in the next room. Although this guy is still a level 12 master of physical arts, the master who has lost consciousness does not know how to resist, and is at the mercy of Fang Mingwei, without the slightest intention of resisting.

In his left hand, he picked up a sharp fruit knife, which was already the sharpest weapon that could be found on a yacht.

Maybe it's a one-night stand that makes him too confident in himself, so there are no other knives on the ship except this little knife for peeling fruit.

I inhaled deeply, and my wrist trembled slightly.

Absorbing the mental power of others and killing people with their own hands are definitely two different feelings.

Being able to easily destroy other people's mechs in the electronic world does not mean that you can also ignore life in the real world.

His spiritual power inadvertently boiled again, vaguely, and he established a connection with Ek's soul again. Suddenly, a crazy killing intent surged into his heart, and in his eyes, the one-night stand lying quietly had become a thorn in his eye, a thorn in the flesh, and he had to get rid of it quickly.

Kill...... A terrible roar sounded in his head, and his eyes instantly filled with blood.

The wrist no longer trembled, and the fruit knife turned into a bright white light, piercing towards the chest of the one-night stand.

Although he lost consciousness after a one-night stand, his physical ability was still there, and once the skin on his chest was attacked, he instinctively contracted and directed the strength of the fruit knife to the side.

However, the wrist that was still trembling just now was as stable as Mount Tai at this time, and the tip of the knife followed the frequency of muscle trembling, smoothly breaking his chest muscles and inserting it deeply.

The body of the one-night stand shook violently, the confusion in his eyes seemed to have a trace of pain, and a "ho-ho" sound sounded unconsciously from his throat, and after a while, his body stopped moving, and there was no longer a trace of life in the white eyes of the fish.

(To be continued)