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

Thinking of this, Yamamoto Ichiro's mouth corners unconsciously rose, and his heart was filled with anticipation and the pleasure of revenge.

Back at the hotel, Ichiro Yamamoto almost couldn't wait to push open the door of Abe Nakadichi's room.

Inside the room, Abe Nakamichi was sitting by the window, eyes closed, resting. A faint sword aura surrounded him, as if even the air was under his control. Seeing Yamamoto Ichiro enter, Abe Nakamichi slowly opened his eyes, his gaze deep and sharp, as if he could see into people's hearts.

"Mr. Yamamoto, why is it so urgent?" Abe Nakamichi's voice was low and magnetic, and every word seemed to come from the bottom of his heart, carrying unquestionable power.

Yamamoto Ichiro stepped forward, bowed, and told Abe Nakadori everything he had experienced at the exchange meeting. His tone was filled with resentment and unwillingness, as if he wanted to pour out all the grievances.

"Oh? Someone with mind-control abilities? Haha, that's interesting!" Abe Nakamichi smiled playfully upon hearing this, a strange glint in his eyes. He stood up and slowly walked to the window, gazing out at the bustling cityscape in the distance, seemingly contemplating some profound question.

"Are you sure, Yamamoto-kun?" Abe Nakamichi turned around, with a hint of doubt in his tone, but more of excitement about the unknown challenge.

Upon seeing this, Yamamoto Ichiro nodded hastily, his eyes gleaming with determination. "It is absolutely true, Your Excellency Sword God. That Xia Country kid is not only a superb doctor, but he also hides such a powerful supernatural power, which makes me lose face in front of everyone. I implore Your Excellency Sword God to help me and the Sakura Country medical community to restore face!"

"That's right, Your Excellency Sword God, that Xia country kid is undoubtedly a mind control psychic! Last night I took a few of my men to trouble him, but... just as we were about to take action, my men seemed to have lost their souls.

"That's right, Your Excellency Sword God. That Xia country kid is undoubtedly a mind control psychic! Last night, I took a few of my men to trouble him, but... just as we were about to make a move, they suddenly stood there, as if they had lost their souls, their eyes glassy. No matter how I called out, they didn't respond. It wasn't until the kid released his control that they suddenly came to their senses, completely unaware of what had happened before."

Ono, who was standing by, couldn't help but speak. Recalling the scene of last night, he was still frightened, but more of it was fear and resentment towards Lin Han's ability.

"That's what I got!" Abe Nakamichi nodded slightly, a serious look in his eyes. He knew that people with mind control abilities were extremely rare and dangerous in the supernatural world, able to silently influence and even manipulate the will of others. Such opponents should never be underestimated.

"Where is that kid from Xia?" he asked slowly, his tone revealing an unquestionable majesty.

"Your Excellency Sword God, that kid should still be at the exchange meeting venue. He will return to the hotel after the meeting is over!" Yamamoto Ichiro replied immediately, with a hint of urgency in his tone, as if he couldn't wait to see Abe Nakamichi take action and step on Lin Han.

"Yoshi, in that case, let's wait for this guy to return to the hotel before meeting him!" Abe Nakamichi sneered, then said solemnly: "Mr. Yamamoto, I have come to Xia Country quietly this time. First, I came here at the request of Amaterasu to supervise the progress of the 'Superpower Experiment Project';

Second,…

At this point, Abe Nakamichi paused, a deep light flashing in his eyes. He said in a deep voice, "Second, we must find the Xia Kingdom's Sword Saint—Bai Zhentian—and determine who is the true 'Sword God'! But before that, a mere mind-controlling psychic who dares to challenge the dignity of the Sakura Kingdom must not be let off lightly. This is not only for you, Yamamoto-kun, but also for the status and glory of the Sakura Kingdom."

Abe's words revealed an unquestionable determination and arrogance. Every word he said was like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of everyone present.

When Yamamoto Ichiro heard this, a hint of ecstasy flashed in his eyes, as if he had already seen the scene of Lin Han's crushing defeat at the hands of Abe Nakamichi.

He bowed, his tone full of gratitude: "Thank you, Your Excellency Sword God, for your help. Ichiro Yamamoto is very grateful!"

"You're too polite, Yamamoto! We are all fighting for the glory of the Great Sakura, so we should be united against the common enemy." Abe Nakamichi waved his hand gently, his tone full of unquestionable firmness.

"Sir Sword God, when do we take action?" Yamamoto Ichiro asked impatiently. The fire of revenge in his heart was already burning fiercely and he could no longer wait.

"No rush. Wait until tonight, when the night is deep. It's a good time to act." Abe Nakamichi smiled faintly, his eyes flashing with a cold light. "The power of mind control people will be weakened at night. We can take advantage of this."

"Haha... Your Excellency Sword God is wise. This arrogant kid from Xia will definitely pay the price for his arrogance!" Upon hearing this, Yamamoto Ichiro couldn't help but laugh out loud. The joy in his heart was beyond words.

"Alright, arrange for some pretty girls to serve me, Yamamoto-kun." Abe Nakamichi suddenly changed the subject, a playful smile curling his lips, a hint of subtle cunning in it. "I need to gather my strength first to ensure tonight's operation is foolproof."

Yamamoto Ichiro was stunned for a moment, then reacted and quickly nodded and said, "Yes, Your Excellency Sword God, I will arrange it immediately."

at the same time,

Somewhere outside the hotel.

"Deputy Team Leader Wang, when are we going to capture Abe Nakatsu? He's a big fish! If we catch him, the Vice President will surely be very pleased!" A sharp-eyed man in plain clothes whispered to Deacon Wang beside him. He was Li Feng, a member of the Xia Kingdom Martial Arts Federation's Supernatural Person Supervision Bureau, specializing in tracking and monitoring supernatural activities abroad.

Deputy Team Leader Wang frowned, his eyes gazing deeply toward the hotel. After a moment's hesitation, he said, "Xiao Li? You're really boasting. With our limited resources, capturing an eighth-level psychic, equivalent to a Divine Ability Stage warrior, would be like playing a cat-and-mouse game—seeking our own demise."

"Uh... sorry, team leader, I was too excited. This is the first time I've seen such a 'big fish'!" Li Feng scratched his head and smiled awkwardly, then said seriously, "Then what should we do?"

"Don't worry, I've already reported this to my superiors via text message. I'm sure they'll notify the Dragon Team to come and handle it. After all, this is a 'big fish'!"

Deputy Team Leader Wang's expression was solemn, but a glint of wisdom gleamed in his eyes. He knew full well that facing an eighth-level psychic like Abe Nakamichi, any rash action could have immeasurable consequences. While the Xia Nation Martial Arts Alliance was formidable, they still needed to proceed with caution in the realm of psychics, especially when facing such a high-level being.