Psychic Overlord-Chapter 151: Tousou (The Battle) 15

Kaizer’s clones surged from all directions, their feet sliding across the stone floor with synchronized momentum.

Each moved like a sharpened fragment of thought, punches laced with power with arms spinning and elbows diving in from three angles at once.

Roland didn’t retreat but rather stepped sideways and tilted, his entire body dipping like a surfer riding an invisible wave.

The first Kaizer struck and Roland absorbed the impact with his shoulder, bent the vibration into his spine, then released it through his opposite palm.

WHUMP!

A second Kaizer was flung backward, crashing into the psychic barrier with a flash of blue sparks. The third came from behind with a sweeping kick, only to have Roland pivot and slap the leg lightly.

Another ripple, another rejection.

All three Kaizer’s reeled backwards, their faces grim.

Up in the stands, the tension thickened.

"He’s countering all of them. Every single minor strike... returned to sender." Ferron Blaze breathed.

"It’s not brute force, it’s finesse. He’s redirecting Kaizer like a leaf in a whirlpool." Tae Ishi whispered.

In the instructor booth, Madam Sylvia tensed.

"Kaizer’s clones are solid, but they’re based on telekinetic force. Roland doesn’t block force—he resonates with it. The more pressure Kaizer uses, the easier it is for him to counter."

Dean Rochester’s eyes sharpened. "He’s fighting a tide by punching the water."

Carlisle leaned forward, face drawn. "Then... what can he even do?"

On the field, Kaizer collapsed the clones, drawing the force back into himself with a grunt. His legs trembled slightly, knees bending.

He was damaged and fatigued.

Not from external damage though, but internal disruption from his muscles misfiring, breath misaligned, nerves vibrating unnaturally.

The precise machine called his body was breaking down, the very structure of his psychic control unraveling under Roland’s subtle waves.

Kaizer dropped to one knee while panting heavily, his eyes wide.

The entire stadium went silent not because of a loud clash, but because of the absence of it.

They were like chickens whose necks had been squeezed, unable to utter a word as their hearts leapt to their throats.

The Overlord was... down?

Roland stood across from him, windbreaker fluttering, hands loose at his sides.

He didn’t grin, nor did he taunt.

He waited.

"I didn’t expect you to come at me so raw. But you’re good, real good. Still... Roland said quietly.

He raised one palm. "This wave’s mine."

Up in the Heir Pavilion, Davion stood with visible excitement coursing through him. "That’s it! He’s done!!"

Ryu narrowed his eyes. "No, not yet. Look at Kaizer’s fingers."

Alexei squinted. "They’re twitching... like he’s... still calculating?"

In the Supreme Force box, Commander Rae’s breath was shallow. "He’s on one knee, and it’s still not clear who’s in control. What the hell is this kid made of?"

Ethan Voss didn’t speak, but his eyes were glowing faintly.

On the field, Kaizer finally looked up.

His eyes were shadowed and sweat dripped from his forehead, while behind him, the air began to shiver.

Not from heat, not from pressure, but from thought.

The Overlord hadn’t fallen yet.

But the arena, the crowd, and the esper world itself held its breath.

Only two people were still calm among the millions watching.

Dean Rochester, who had furrowed brows, wondering why Kaizer was wasting time.

Rina, who was seated lazily in her throne, a small smirk on her face like she was watching a good show.

Even Sophia, Maria, Julia and the rest of the Overlord Force seemed exceedingly worried for their leader.

Tyrron folded his arms and was dismissive, but his face changed when Gaia told him some shocking news.

Eleanor Seltzer griped her tome tightly, finding it strange that she did not want Kaizer to lose here, not like this.

Lucian, who had woken up while being treated in a medical ward, was silent as he watched the fight through a screen. His eyes flashed with depth, but he did not show any outward reaction.

Tessa, who was also in a ward, was shaking her fist at the screen, clamoring to go out there and beat Kaizer till he began to fight properly.

Kaizer sighed deeply and stood up, much to the shock of the crowd but the expectation of Roland.

"Still wanna take some more beatings? Or you gonna use your jedi mind tricks to win now that you’re backed in a corner?" Roland teased with a smile.

Kaizer shook his head. "No need for that, I’ve figured out how to deal with you."

Roland raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Do tell then."

Kaizer raised a hand towards Roland. "Its simple. You control the flow of the world around you using resonance and tempo, preventing anything from crossing over to your comfort zone."

Kaizer eyes glowed a blue color as a strange wave erupted from his body and spread out over the arena. "So all I need to do is usurp your control with my own, making the world bend to my will."

Roland was about to speak when his eyes widened in horror, feeling the sudden suppression that came from all around him, as if he had been cut off from the world itself.

Kaizer’s psychic domain pulsed outward like a tidal wave and the air no longer trembled with Roland’s rhythm.

It now obeyed Kaizer’s.

The psychic wave that had spread moments ago wasn’t just a pressure flare or intimidation burst, it was a full manifestation of his Telesthesia, the rare Six Paths power that allowed a psychic to perceive and manipulate the space of perception itself.

Now, every inch of the arena pulsed to Kaizer’s mind’s control. His awareness saturated the battlefield, syncing to every grain of stone, every current of wind, every ambient sound.

There were no blind spots, no gaps and no tempo for Roland to hijack.

Roland stepped back, brow furrowed. "...What is this?"

Kaizer’s voice was calm, unwavering. "Telesthesia, Domain Omnipresence."

Dean Rochester smiled faintly from the instructor’s booth. "There it is."

Carlisle blinked. "Wait, he had that in his back pocket this whole time?! What does it even do?!"

The Dean laced his fingers together, his tone instructional but proud. "Telesthesia is one of the Six Paths. It allows a psychic to extend their senses beyond the body. However, at high levels—like now—it doesn’t just mean seeing and feeling through space, it means owning it."

He gestured toward the glowing shimmer surrounding Kaizer. "That domain is absolute. Within it, he can read movements before they happen, sense vibrations before they form, and disrupt any energy not born of his own mind."

Carlisle’s eyes bulged. "So it’s anti-vibration?"

"It’s anti-everything." Lysandra finished sullenly, remembering how Kaizer bullied her with this once.

On the field, Roland took a deep breath and stomped once, trying to retune his power. Vibrational rings flared around his feet, his signature move.

They fizzled out immediately, the arena rejecting his frequency.

"What...?" Roland whispered, heart starting to race.

Kaizer raised one hand, fingers spread.

"Your beat no longer plays here," He said, and stepped forward.

Roland gritted his teeth and launched a palm strike, but the vibration didn’t build. Kaizer tilted his head and swatted it aside with ease.

The crowd gasped, because the palm that could redirect shockwaves previously now moved like a normal tap.

Roland growled and backed up, then suddenly flared his aura. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Pulsation!

The move layered all previous vibrations into a single tidal burst, timed with muscle memory and his last dozen redirections. He clapped his hands together and released the wave.

The shockwave roared outward like a returning tsunami.

Kaizer didn’t even blink.

He raised his palm again and the pulse shattered mid-air like glass under pressure.

The crowd lost it.

"HE CANCELLED IT?!"

"No way! That was Roland’s strongest trick!!"

In the Supreme Force box, even Commander Blaze flinched. "That wasn’t just deflection, that was erasure."

Ethan Voss’s jaw tensed. "He’s removed Roland’s ability to resonate."

On the field, Roland’s face contorted and not with pain, but something rarer.

Frustration.

He jumped back, then hurled a chain of rapid punches into the air, each laced with small localized shockwaves. The attacks danced toward Kaizer from above and around, bouncing off walls and curving back with harmonics.

But Kaizer raised his arm, and the domain flared again.

The attacks dispersed in midair, their trajectories folding inward like they’d been denied permission to exist.

"Enough," Kaizer said.

He moved once.

CRACK!

His palm struck Roland’s shoulder and grounded the kinetic force entirely. No bounceback, no echoing and certainly no bloody redirection.

Just impact.

Roland was flung sideways, landing hard, coughing.

He rolled, dazed, then pushed himself up, only to realize Kaizer was already beside him, domain humming like a sealed world.

The crowd was dead silent.

Tae Ishi whispered. "Is it over...?"

Roland knelt, panting, one eye twitching as he tried to find a frequency, any vibration to manipulate.

There was nothing.

Kaizer stood over him, hand lowered, ready to blast him into the hospital should he muster the will to counterattack.

The battle was decided.