Obsessed with a High-Ranking Esper (BL)-Chapter 270: Jian Ci Vs Eros

The building trembled under the weight of Jian Ci’s aura, every wall and beam groaning as though the structure itself feared him. The episode consumed him utterly, shattering the fragile progress everyone in the Jian family had believed he had made.

His usual warmth, the gentle smile and polite composure, had vanished, replaced by a cold, lifeless stare that gleamed with violet light.

Eight high-ranking Espers had tried to restrain him, their combined powers formidable, but Jian Ci’s violent psychic storm was overwhelming. Walls cracked, metal doors buckled, and bodies were hurled aside like rag dolls.

Groans filled the air as they struggled to get up, only to be crushed back down by invisible force, their resistance meaningless against the suffocating tide of his power.

Jian Ci moved through the chaos with chilling composure, each step deliberate, his aura radiating like a storm contained within flesh. He looked less like himself and more like a villain carved from shadow and fury, his presence suffocating, his silence more terrifying than any roar.

One Esper staggered to his feet, desperation flickering in his eyes. Jian Ci’s power lashed out instantly, slamming the man’s head to the ground before he could even defend himself. The sound reverberated through the wide hallway, final and merciless.

The room fell still, broken only by the low hum of his aura. In that moment, Jian Ci was untouchable. He was an intense and cold figure whose violet light painted him as something beyond human. He was no longer the friendly and polite prince, but a force of destruction incarnate.

His aura pressed down on every living soul, suffocating, relentless. Even the strongest Espers trembled beneath it, their bodies shaking, their wills faltering. Jian Ci stood at the center of it all, violet light burning like a crown of ruin, a storm that no one dared challenge.

He moved forward, his footsteps echoing down the hallway, each one heavy with intent. The air was tense, charged with the residue of his psychic storm. Suddenly, a high-ranking guide appeared, his aura flaring as he launched an attack.

But Jian Ci was not like other espers. Instead of curling up in pain under the guide’s influence, he moved with terrifying precision. His hand shot out, fingers clamping around the man’s neck. The guide’s eyes widened in horror, his breath caught, his body trembling as though death itself had seized him.

Jian Ci’s voice was low, cold, a single word that cut through the silence: "Roan."

The guide’s trembling hand lifted, pointing helplessly toward the door at the end of the hallway. Jian Ci released him, and the man collapsed, sliding down the wall, coughing and gasping for shallow, choked breaths.

He strode forward, his aura humming like a storm barely contained. He reached the door, and with a violent surge of power, it exploded inward.

Inside, Roan sat calmly, swiping at his communicator. He had assumed the chaos outside would be contained by now, thus he wasn’t the least bit shaken. His eyes flicked to the floating screen. Yu Xi had opened his message but hadn’t replied. The sudden blast of the door made him turn sharply. And there stood Jian Ci.

Like a beast on a rampage, Jian Ci’s violet storm surged forward. Roan had no time to prepare. He was slammed into the wall, the impact rattling the room, and before he could fall, Jian Ci’s hand closed around his throat.

Roan tried to activate his psychic powers, but Jian Ci’s aura came in full force, suffocating him, suppressing every attempt to retaliate. His lungs burned, his vision blurred, and when he looked into Jian Ci’s eyes, he saw nothing but deadly intent.

This was not the Jian Ci he had provoked last night. This Jian Ci was something else entirely. He was like a ferocious, high-ranking beast on a rampage. Roan’s blood ran cold. Jian Ci looked like he was going to kill him.

He struggled, his power flaring weakly, but Jian Ci only grew more furious. His lips curled into a sinister smirk, violet light gleaming across his face.

Roan’s heart pounded. He knew something was coming, something terrible, but what happened next completely threw him off guard.

Jian Ci’s attack came in a form Roan had never imagined. The violet storm around him condensed, sharpening into a needle-like resonance that pierced straight through psychic defenses. It was a rare Esper technique, whispered about in fear even among the highest ranks. It was a strike that bypassed shields and went directly for the mind.

The moment Jian Ci unleashed it, the air vibrated with fractured whispers, as though reality itself was cracking. Roan’s thoughts seized, his aura flickered violently, and his body buckled under the weight of scrambled neurons.

The pain was excruciating, his vision flashing with fragments of his life, each memory splintering as though being torn apart.

At best, this attack left victims crippled, unable to summon psychic focus. At worst, it caused catastrophic neural failure, ending them outright. And as Jian Ci’s violet shimmer burned in his eyes, Roan knew he was staring into the abyss.

Just when he thought it was over, an emerald force slammed into Jian Ci, hurling him against the wall with a thunderous crack.

It was Eros. Roan slid down the wall, clutching his head, his skull throbbing from the psychic intrusion.

"Get up and go," Eros commanded, his voice sharp, unwavering.

Roan shook his head, his voice hoarse. "I can help you."

Eros turned, emerald aura blazing like a shield of judgment. "Do I look like I need your help? Go!"

Roan staggered to his feet, but he didn’t go far. He knew Jian Ci’s fury was locked onto him, and leaving Eros alone with that beast felt impossible.

Jian Ci’s violet storm surged again, a violent wave of destruction aimed directly at Roan. The force was enough to tear through steel but before it reached him, Eros raised his hand. An emerald psychic shield flared to life, absorbing the blow, the clash of violet and emerald shaking the room like thunder.

"Jian Ci," Eros said firmly, his voice cutting through the chaos, "calm yourself."

But Jian Ci was beyond negotiation. His eyes gleamed with murderous intent, his aura suffocating, his silence more terrifying than any roar. He wasn’t interested in peace. He wanted Roan’s head and nothing short of annihilation would satisfy him.

Jian Ci’s eyes blazed, his lean frame moving with a primal ferocity that defied its size. Violet tendrils of psychic energy writhed around him, alive and hungry, shadows poised to strike.

Opposite him, Eros stood like a statue carved from arrogance and emerald fire. His aura glowed with cold precision, every movement calculated, every breath deliberate. He had been waiting for this moment for a very long time. Tonight, he would finally kick Jian Ci’s ass.

Jian Ci roared, the sound vibrating through the floor, shaking the walls. He lunged, a blur of motion, violet energy coalescing into razor-sharp psychic blades.

Eros met him head-on. Emerald shields snapped into existence, deflecting the initial barrage with a thunderous crack. The gym echoed with the clash of their powers, each strike sending shivers down the spines of the few onlookers brave, or foolish, enough to stick around.

Eros, physically stronger, pressed forward with brute force. Emerald fists of pure energy hammered down, each blow heavy enough to shatter concrete, each strike meant to crush Jian Ci outright.

But Jian Ci was a whirlwind. He dodged and weaved with unpredictable movements, his violet blades darting in from impossible angles. He was relentless, a rabid dog as Eros thought, constantly nipping at his heels, forcing him to shift his defenses again and again.

Every stab of violet power was vicious, precise, designed to break through the emerald walls. Eros blocked, countered, struck back, but Jian Ci’s ferocity was unyielding.

Frustration bloomed in Eros’ chest. His emerald aura flared brighter, his jaw clenched. Jian Ci wasn’t just resisting, he was pushing him, testing him, dragging him into a fight that was far more dangerous than Eros had anticipated.

And for the first time, Eros realized this wasn’t just about power. Jian Ci was fighting like a man possessed, like someone who had nothing to lose, and that made him infinitely more terrifying.

Jian Ci’s relentless assault tore at Eros’ composure, violet energy burning with chaotic intensity. Every strike was wild yet precise, forcing Eros to defend again and again.

How could someone so physically inferior be so persistent? he thought, frustration gnawing at him. No matter how he shifted, no matter how he pressed, he couldn’t find an opening, couldn’t land the decisive blow.

Grinding his teeth, Eros summoned more power. Emerald light surged in his hands, condensing into a devastating wave attack. The gym trembled, the air thick with the promise of destruction.

And then—

"Jian Ci, stop!"

Yu Xi’s voice cut through the din, desperate and sharp. He burst into the gym, his face etched with worry. Jian Ci faltered, momentarily distracted, his storm flickering.

Eros’ attack, already unleashed, hurtled forward. Jian Ci’s defenses were down. He was exposed.

Yu Xi’s eyes widened. Seeing the impending disaster, he surged forward, intent on deflecting the emerald energy. But Jian Ci moved faster. With a burst of adrenaline, he shoved Yu Xi aside, his body shielding him from the blow.