Starting with the Immortal Cultivation System, what can you use to fight me?

"Okay, lead the way!" Lin Han said calmly.

Ono nodded in fear and trepidation, then took a deep breath, turned around and walked towards Yamamoto Ichiro's private room. Lin Han and the Sakura Country men under his control followed slowly.

at the same time.

In the private room.

"...Is my kidney really weak? Shouldn't it be? I could last a minute a few days ago, but now...it's over before I even start to have fun?" Yamamoto Ichiro had just finished shuddering and was frowning in confusion when the sound of hurried and heavy footsteps outside the door suddenly interrupted his thoughts. He sat up abruptly, looking at the door with a wary look on his face, muttering to himself, "Who could be here in the middle of the night?"

Before he could even ask, the door was flung open, and Ono appeared in the doorway, looking particularly shabby with blood still dangling from the corner of his mouth. "Yamamoto-kun, something's wrong..." Ono's voice was filled with fear and panic.

Seeing this, Yamamoto Ichiro's face instantly darkened. He glared at Ono and shouted, "What's wrong with you? Who beat you up like this?"

Ono didn't dare to look directly into Yamamoto Ichiro's eyes. He just pointed to the door with a trembling hand and stammered, "It's... it's that Xia country kid, he... he's here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Han walked leisurely into the private room, followed by the men from the Sakura Country who were under his control, like loyal guards. The atmosphere instantly froze to the extreme.

Yamamoto Ichiro stood up suddenly, his eyes as sharp as torches, staring at Lin Han intently, anger surging in his eyes. "You! How dare you come to my house!"

Lin Han smiled calmly, his eyes sweeping across the room's lavish decorations before finally landing on Yamamoto Ichiro's face, twisted with anger. "Why wouldn't I dare? It seems Mr. Yamamoto has some misunderstandings about me."

He slowly walked to the center of the room, his tone calm yet powerful. "I'm just a doctor, adhering to the principle of healing and saving lives, and offering sound advice on your condition. However, you seem to be taking this as a provocation, even resorting to violence to resolve the issue."

"Mr. Ono, please explain to me why this hateful kid from Xia Country is here intact?" Yamamoto Ichiro turned to Ono with a gloomy face, his eyes full of questioning and dissatisfaction.

Ono lowered his head, sweat dripping down his forehead, and his voice was almost inaudible: "Sir Yamamoto, I...we originally wanted to follow your instructions and teach him a lesson. But...but we didn't expect that he...he turned out to be a mind control psychic! My men are now under his control!"

"What? A person with mind control abilities?" Upon hearing this, Ichiro Yamamoto's face suddenly changed, with a flash of disbelief and shock in his eyes.

"Xia Guo boy, are you...really a person with mind control abilities?" He spoke slowly, his voice filled with tentativeness and fear.

"So what if I'm a psychic? So what if I'm not?" As he spoke, Lin Han picked up a peach from the fruit bowl on the table beside him, tossed it into his mouth, and took a bite. The juices gushed out. He seemed to be enjoying this moment of tranquility, unconcerned with Yamamoto Ichiro's questioning. He commented, "Mr. Yamamoto Ichiro, this peach is good."

[Resentment value from Yamamoto Ichiro +]

Yamamoto Ichiro was completely enraged by Lin Han's sudden and leisurely behavior. He slammed the table and stood up, roaring angrily: "Baga! Xia country boy, I'm asking you a question, don't fool me! Are you a mind control type of psychic?"

"Mr. Ichiro Yamamoto, whatever you think is it, then so be it." Lin Han shrugged and said calmly.

"You..." Yamamoto Ichiro was completely enraged by Lin Han's nonchalant attitude. His face turned ashen, as if water could drip out of it.

"Mr. Yamamoto Ichiro, don't get excited, let's get back to the topic." Lin Han smiled and said, "You want to beat me up, right?"

"Hmph, that's right! I just can't stand your arrogance!" Yamamoto Ichiro responded with gritted teeth, his eyes almost spitting fire.

"Well, alright, Mr. Yamamoto Ichiro, since you want to beat me up so badly, well, I'll give you a chance. I'll just stand there and let you hit me. As long as you can touch me, I'll consider you the winner! You can do whatever you want with me afterwards, how about that?"

Lin Han's lips curled up into a meaningful smile, as if everything was under control. He slowly turned around, his back to Yamamoto Ichiro, his hands hanging lightly at his sides, his posture revealing an inexplicable confidence and composure.

Upon hearing this, Yamamoto Ichiro was stunned at first, and then a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

"Haha, kid from Xia country, you asked for it!" He laughed in anger, thinking that Lin Han was courting his own death.

Immediately, Yamamoto Ichiro moved and pounced on Lin Han like a cheetah, his fists clenched tightly, with a whistling sound, vowing to knock the opponent to the ground with one blow.

However, just as he was about to touch the corner of Lin Han's clothes, an inexplicable force seemed to appear out of nowhere, freezing him in place and making him unable to move.

"What's going on?" Yamamoto Ichiro's eyes widened in disbelief. He tried to struggle, but found that his body seemed to be bound by invisible chains, unable to move even a finger.

"Baga, Xia Country boy, what kind of sorcery did you pull?" Yamamoto Ichiro's roar echoed through the room, his voice filled with anger and confusion. He had never encountered such a strange situation before. The target was clearly within reach, yet it seemed as if it was separated by thousands of mountains and rivers and could not be reached.

"Huh?" Lin Han turned around in feigned surprise, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he was very puzzled by Yamamoto Ichiro's predicament. "Mr. Yamamoto Ichiro, what kind of gymnastics are you doing? It looks quite difficult. It's really cool."

Ichiro Yamamoto's face turned ashen, with veins bulging on his forehead, but he could only watch Lin Han helplessly, unable to move at all.

"You...what did you do to me!" Yamamoto Ichiro asked gritting his teeth, every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"I really don't know?" Lin Han spread his hands, his face full of innocence and confusion. "I'm just an ordinary Chinese medicine practitioner. How could I know any magic? Perhaps you've been too tired recently, causing a slight imbalance in your body."

"Baga! You kid from Xia country, are you pretending to be stupid? If it's not you, could it be a ghost?" Yamamoto Ichiro roared, his eyes almost spewing fire, but he could do nothing except roaring angrily.

"Shh... Mr. Ichiro Yamamoto, you can't say that. If that 'thing' comes out in the middle of the night, please don't blame me." Lin Han made a shushing gesture, with a playful arc at the corner of his mouth, as if he was really worried that some unspeakable existence would be awakened.