Because of the incident with Chu Wenyu barging in last time, Jiang Ling had become cautious about late-night score matches. He began locking his door before putting on his helmet to prevent Chu Wenyu from sneaking in.
After several days of hard work, he had successfully reached level 3, accumulating over a hundred thousand points. As he climbed higher, the winning rate became increasingly challenging, and due to the risk of losing points, many professional therapists get stuck at this level.
At the beginning, Jiang Ling had no idea about his spiritual strength level. However, now he could confidently say that he possessed a decent level of spiritual strength. Whenever he saw his opponents doubting their life choices because of his speed, Jiang Ling couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed. Sometimes, he even questioned whether the system had some evaluation flaws tailored to him. To avoid drawing too much attention, he attempted to slow down his match resolutions, but it was evident that some people noticed.
The Interstellar Therapist Score Match seemed like an individual battle, but in reality, different organizations recruited therapists. The higher-ranked therapists within an organization, the higher the organization’s position. At the end of the year, substantial bonuses were provided, and participating in sudden team battles often led to better rankings.
Jiang Ling had caught the attention of one such organization.
This organization had a dull performance compared to others, as its members all came from non-academic backgrounds within Interstellar. At the top of the therapist hierarchy were those from prestigious Interstellar academies, while at the bottom were self-taught grassroots therapists who never attended any academies.
Clearly, Jiang Ling’s background placed him among the latter. The captain of the Warwick organization was a formidable therapist, but he was born on a junk planet and lacked proper learning opportunities. After being rejected multiple times by other organizations, he created his own team, comprising many non-academic therapists. However, it was evident that their team’s strength was nowhere near that of other organizations. After observing for several days, he noticed Jiang Ling, a therapist who had advanced three levels in a short time.
When Jiang Ling initially received an invitation from the Warwick organization, he declined. He had no interest in getting involved in these factional affairs; he just wanted to prepare for the future. However, with the captain’s persistence and various assurances, he eventually joined, although he didn’t pay much attention to the group’s messages.
One day, a member of the group was venting in the chat. She was a rather sensitive Omega.
Xiao Jia: Sob, Captain, those people are too much, mocking us non-academics on the forum. Aren’t they too arrogant?
Xiao Yi: Yeah, they don’t respect anyone, even though we’re all dedicated therapists.
Captain: Sigh, let it go. This is the current situation, and our spiritual strength level really can’t compete with them.
Just as they were chatting about this, the girl, unable to restrain herself, responded to a few comments on the forum. As a result, a member from another organization challenged her to a duel, and she, despite knowing her spiritual strength level was lower, accepted the challenge.
At this level of competition, the simulated patients were usually B or A-level spiritual strength individuals. Their symptoms could sometimes be highly aggressive, and therapists with lower levels had a hard time containing them.
As soon as the girl entered the simulation room, her face turned pale. This time, she had the misfortune of encountering an A-level patient who immediately launched an attack upon seeing her. Moreover, this patient was skilled in piloting mechs, incredibly strong, and had received proper training.
She only had B-level spiritual strength, and her stature was petite. She hadn’t even had the chance to suppress the patient before she was thrown against the wall. Fortunately, it was a simulation; otherwise, she would have suffered serious injuries.
Naturally, the outcome was a resounding defeat for the young girl because her opponent not only had a sharp tongue but was genuinely an A-level spiritual user, professionally trained in the academy. It was difficult to imagine such words coming from a high-achieving student.
The little girl was so upset that she burst into tears, taking off her helmet and leaving.
Members of the Warwick team also saw the messages popping up on the forum, and they were furious in the group chat for a long time. But because they truly couldn’t match up to the others, they could only endure the humiliation.
Jiang Ling had just finished a match when he still felt strangely relaxed. Maybe it was because after so many days of training, his strength had improved. He rarely checked the messages in the group chat, but this time, he couldn’t help but notice the conversation his teammates had just had. After a couple of questions, he learned what had happened.
He frowned, feeling a strong sense of disgust welling up inside. He personally despised people with foul mouths, especially when they picked on a naturally disadvantaged little girl. Since the other party had the audacity to bully the young girl, he decided to give them a taste of their own medicine, considering it a contribution to the organization.
Jiang Ling: Can you help me get in touch with him? I’d like to see what he’s capable of.
Captain: I’ll reach out… but he’s really strong, not like those low-level therapists you used to challenge. Are you sure about this?
Jiang Ling had been invited to join the organization by the captain, and he did think this team member had decent strength. However, he wasn’t sure if the other could successfully challenge the bullies. Talent was one thing, but he didn’t want his teammate to face humiliation.
Jiang Ling: It’s fine, I’ll give it a try.
The captain reluctantly contacted the academic therapist from earlier. He hadn’t expected someone from this trash organization to dare challenge him again, but he was eager for a chance to prove himself. So, he invited Jiang Ling to a fight.
Jiang Ling replied: I accept the challenge, but I think we can raise the difficulty, what do you say?
Jiang Ling was cautious, not overestimating his abilities. However, from recent PK matches, he felt he could push himself further, which would be better for his growth.
At his level, he often encountered B or A-level spiritual patients. If they increased the difficulty, he might face stronger opponents. Jiang Ling wasn’t entirely confident, but he wanted to give it a try.
The other person hesitated for a moment, then thought about the possibility of encountering S-level and began to panic. But he believed that someone from this trash organization couldn’t be stronger than him in spiritual abilities because true geniuses would have gone to the academy. So, he reluctantly agreed.
However, as soon as the match began, he regretted it. He felt a terrifying spiritual disturbance in the room, even the walls began to shake. Only an S-level could create such a situation, and he clearly wasn’t a match.
He wanted to leave immediately, but the rules didn’t allow for mid-match withdrawals, so he reluctantly started using all his knowledge and skills.
Jiang Ling sensed the horrifying spatial vibrations and felt a surge of joy. It was only now that he had this feeling; the spiritual turmoil in this simulated patient was similar to Chu Wenyu’s, although far from matching the horror. Moreover, Jiang Ling had only seen it under Chu Wenyu’s control. If Chu Wenyu lost control completely, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Jiang Ling hadn’t undergone spiritual training, so he was somewhat affected, but he quickly identified the root cause of the trouble in the patient’s mind and put in a lot of effort to treat it successfully.
Meanwhile, the other person had blood oozing from his mouth and fell into unconsciousness.
‘Little Jiang wins.’
After the results were announced, both of them were escorted out of the room, and the other person regained consciousness.
He never expected to lose to such a powerful opponent like Jiang Ling. He didn’t even last two rounds before being affected. This humiliating defeat took a toll on him psychologically. Moreover, members of that trashy forum organization began to mock him, and he couldn’t take it, so he blurted out, ‘Hah, beating me doesn’t prove anything. Our organization has plenty stronger than me. Tomorrow, I’ll have my brother Ziang help me get revenge.’ After saying this, he muted himself and disappeared.
The members of the Warwick organization went into a frenzy upon hearing the news of Jiang Ling’s victory. They never imagined they had such a strong person in their organization. Even their captain felt embarrassed for not believing in his own team members.
But their joy didn’t last long when they heard the other person’s words.
They knew the name Zheng Ziang, from the first academy of a powerful galaxy. He also had some reputation in the Therapist Score Match. He was a stronger presence than the person they just faced. Though Little Jiang’s strength was surprising, it might not necessarily match up to Zheng Ziang’s.
Captain: Little Jiang, you don’t have to log in tomorrow; it’s okay. We will handle it.
At worst, he would be completely overwhelmed, but they had finally acquired Jiang Ling and didn’t want him to be discouraged. Moreover, today’s events were caused by them, and originally, Jiang Ling didn’t need to get involved.
After hearing that name, Jiang Ling felt somewhat familiar and after thinking for a while, he remembered that this was the same Zheng Ziang from the Burke Star Therapist Forum. The other party hadn’t hidden his real name, and to be honest, getting banned for no reason was indeed a bit infuriating.
Jiang Ling: No, I will log in on time tomorrow.
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