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

"Baga, as a warrior of the Great Sakura Country, with the protection of His Majesty the Sakura Emperor, how could I be afraid of those illusory things!" Yamamoto Ichiro tried hard to save face. Although his body could not move, the arrogance and stubbornness in his tone remained unchanged.

"Oh? Really? That's reassuring." Lin Han smiled slightly, a barely perceptible glint in his eyes. "However, Mr. Yamamoto Ichiro, I have to remind you that it's best to be respectful and not stubborn!"

"Hmph, you kid from Xia Country, stop playing tricks here! Untie me quickly, otherwise, my Sakura Country will not let you go!" Yamamoto Ichiro's voice echoed in the room, full of threats and unwillingness.

"Alas, you didn't listen to me, and now you're suffering!" Lin Han sighed.

As Lin Han finished speaking, a sudden gust of cold wind suddenly rushed in from outside the door. The once bright lights in the room began to flicker, and the atmosphere suddenly became strange and oppressive. Yamamoto Ichiro's face became even uglier. An inexplicable fear surged in his heart, but he remained tough: "Hmph, a mere Xia country kid, what can you do to me!"

At this moment, the men from Sakura Country controlled by Lin Han suddenly moved. They slowly approached Yamamoto Ichiro with empty and mechanical eyes.

"Mr. Ichiro Yamamoto, it seems that your friends have something to tell you." Lin Han's voice was particularly clear in the quiet air, with a barely perceptible smile.

The men, like puppets controlled by an invisible hand, surrounded Yamamoto Ichiro. Their movements were in perfect unison, their eyes devoid of emotion, only empty obedience. Seeing this, Yamamoto Ichiro felt an unprecedented panic. He tried to threaten them with words, but his voice trembled. "What...what do you want to do?"

"Snapped--!"

At this moment, a crisp slapping sound suddenly rang out in the room. A controlled Sakura Country man raised his hand expressionlessly and slapped Yamamoto Ichiro loudly.

Ichiro Yamamoto's face swelled up instantly, and he stared at the scene in disbelief with his eyes wide open.

"You...how dare you..." Before he could finish his words, several slaps came in succession, falling on his face like raindrops. Each blow was accompanied by a crisp sound, and Yamamoto Ichiro's roar was gradually drowned out by the series of slaps.

"Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me!" Yamamoto Ichiro finally collapsed. He shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice full of despair and pleading for mercy.

However, the controlled men seemed to have not heard his pleas for mercy and continued to mechanically carry out Lin Han's will. Lin Han stood there, his hands behind his back, a faint smile on his face, as if all this was within his expectations.

"Mr. Ichiro Yamamoto, how do you feel now?" Lin Han finally spoke, with a hint of teasing and profound meaning in his tone.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong! I was wrong! You better make them stop!" Yamamoto Ichiro's voice had become hoarse and trembling. He could no longer maintain his previous arrogance and toughness. At this moment, he was like a prisoner struggling in despair.

Lin Han shook his head gently, a faint smile playing on his lips, as if he wasn't surprised by the outcome. He slowly extended his hand and gestured for them to stop. The controlled Sakura Country men immediately stopped their movements, like puppets freed from a spell, regaining their sluggish expressions and standing still.

"Mr. Yamamoto Ichiro, I told you, you must have a sense of awe!" As he said this, he raised his hand and waved it, and Yamamoto Ichiro regained his freedom. It was as if the restraints on his body had never existed, but the shock and fear were deeply imprinted in his heart.

He staggered back a few steps, covering his swollen cheeks with his hands, his eyes filled with anger and fear, but more of awe of the unknown power.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm blind and have offended you, sir psychic!" Yamamoto Ichiro finally lowered his head, his words full of sincere apologies, no longer with the arrogance he had before.

Lin Han looked at Yamamoto Ichiro's bruised face and couldn't help but curl his lips into a playful arc. "Mr. Yamamoto Ichiro, it's a pity that you couldn't seize the opportunity I gave you? Then you can only accept the 'punishment' of failure."

"Master Psychic, you are teaching me that I was reckless!" Yamamoto Ichiro was polite on the surface. He didn't know how many times he had greeted Lin Han's ancestors in his heart, but he still maintained a humble attitude on his face, for fear of angering this mysterious psychic again.

"Okay, it's getting late, Mr. Yamamoto Ichiro, you should have a good rest, I won't disturb you!" Lin Han smiled faintly, glanced at the bruised Yamamoto Ichiro, turned around and was about to leave, but seemed to think of something, stopped, looked at Yamamoto Ichiro with a deep look, and slowly said: "Mr. Yamamoto Ichiro, I still have to remind you to get treatment early, otherwise it will not be good if the time decreases from three seconds to one second." After speaking, Lin Han raised the corner of his mouth with a meaningful smile, leaving Yamamoto Ichiro standing there with a confused and frightened look on his face.

Ichiro Yamamoto was stunned for a long time. When Lin Han's figure completely disappeared behind the door, he woke up as if from a dream. He touched his swollen cheek, and an indescribable feeling of humiliation surged in his heart.

“Bakayarō!!!” Yamamoto Ichiro roared, clenching his fists tightly with veins bulging, but then he loosened his fists weakly, his eyes full of frustration and unwillingness.

At this moment, the men controlled by Lin Han also regained consciousness. They looked at each other in confusion, completely unable to understand what had just happened.

"What...what happened to us just now?" one of them asked in a trembling voice, with a hint of confusion in his voice.

"Eh? Mr. Yamamoto Ichiro, what's wrong with your face..." Another person noticed Yamamoto Ichiro's swollen face and was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

"Bakayaro, you, a bunch of trash! You were actually played around by a kid from Xia country!" Yamamoto Ichiro glanced fiercely at his men and Ono who lowered his head and remained silent.

"Mr. Ichiro Yamamoto, please calm down. We were indeed careless. We didn't expect that the kid from Xia Country is the most powerful mind control psychic!" Ono mustered up the courage and explained in a low voice, feeling scared in his heart.

"Baga!!" Yamamoto Ichiro was so furious that he couldn't hold it back any longer, so he punched and kicked Ono and his controlled men to vent his anger and humiliation.

The room was suddenly filled with wailing, but no one dared to resist, and they could only silently endure Yamamoto Ichiro's wrath. After he finished venting his anger, he gasped, and the anger in his eyes gradually subsided, replaced by deep contemplation.