bioinnovel Chapter 11 One White One Black
Chapter 11 One White One Black
Su Qingyue is wearing all white today.
The simple training clothes had no extra decorations, except for a few light blue ice crystal patterns embroidered on the cuffs and hem.
Her long hair was not tied up and was casually draped over her shoulders.
She stood quietly in the center of the arena, her hands hanging naturally at her sides, her gaze fixed straight ahead.
There were no unnecessary movements, no deliberate gestures.
But this simple standing posture silenced the entire arena for a moment.
The sunlight shone on her, casting a very faint halo around her.
That wasn't the effect of a superpower, but rather a phenomenon caused by the natural overflow of her S-rank ice-type superpower.
The moisture in the air condensed into tiny ice crystals around her, refracting the sunlight and making her look as if she were draped in a layer of starlight.
"What a beautiful woman with skin as white as ice and bones as jade."
In the stands, someone uttered this exclamation first.
Then, exclamations of praise poured in from all directions, as if a floodgate had been opened.
"Is this what an S-class ability user is like? Just standing there, they exude this kind of aura..."
"The Su family is truly about to take off this time."
"She's beautiful too, and with that kind of aura, you probably can't find another like her in the entire Donghai City, right?"
"Don't even mention Donghai City, I think the rich girls in first-tier cities are nothing special."
"She's only eighteen, right? An eighteen-year-old S-rank, her future is... "
On the main stand, Qin Ruolan's eyes showed even more admiration.
As a senior with ice-type superpowers, she understood better than anyone what Su Qingyue's current demeanor meant.
That wasn't an act; it was the result of a perfect fusion of ice-based superpowers and one's own temperament.
Those with superpowers in this state can cultivate at least 30% faster than ordinary people.
"People who are naturally suited to the ice element are rare," Qin Ruolan said softly.
Ye Lin nodded slightly: "His temperament is indeed quite good. I wonder how he performs in actual combat."
"You can practice in real combat," Qin Ruolan said, "but this kind of innate compatibility can't be developed through training."
Lei Meng scratched his bald head and chuckled twice: "Anyway, our Guowu team is determined to have this girl."
"You wish!" three voices retorted simultaneously.
At the other entrance to the arena, Lin Yuan also saw Su Qingyue.
He paused for a moment.
She's definitely different after ten days.
It wasn't a change in appearance, but rather in temperament—like a rough piece of jade being initially polished, revealing its warm, lustrous inner quality.
But Lin Yuan's attention was soon drawn to something else.
In the stands.
in the crowd.
Three figures dressed in gray cloaks were scattered in different locations.
Their gazes never left the white figure in the center of the arena.
Lin Yuan gripped the spear tightly, a cold smile curving his lips.
The real show is yet to come.
......
In the center of the arena, Su Qingyue stood quietly.
Dressed in white as snow, with black hair like a waterfall.
She was surrounded by a very faint ice-blue aura, a trace of the natural overflow of her S-level ice-type superpower.
The stands echoed with exclamations of praise.
"Is this what an S-rank ice-type is? Just standing there, it's captivating..."
"I heard her special ability has awakened, I think it's the Ice Phoenix?"
"Ice Phoenix? That's one of the top forms among ice-type beings!"
"The Su family is truly about to take off this time..."
On the main stand, Qin Ruolan nodded slightly, her eyes overflowing with admiration.
As the admissions director of Kyoto Academy, she has seen countless geniuses, but those whose temperament and superpowers are so perfectly matched are truly rare.
"A natural-born ice-type," she said softly.
Ye Lin crossed her arms and, unusually, did not object, but simply nodded.
Gu Cheng, with an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips, squinted at the white-clad girl in the arena and lazily remarked, "Her aura is indeed impressive. I just wonder how she performs in actual combat. I've seen plenty of pretty faces."
"Say less." Qin Ruolan glanced at him coldly.
"That's the truth."
Lei Meng scratched his bald head, about to deliver a profound statement on "physical skills are the key to victory," but before he could finish speaking, he suddenly stopped.
He turned his head sharply, his copper-bell-like eyes fixed on the other side of the arena entrance.
There, a black-haired boy was walking into the arena.
The boy was about 1.8 meters tall, with a well-proportioned and slender figure, and was wearing a simple black training uniform.
He has a handsome appearance with clean and sharp features, and his eyes and brows exude a calmness that belies his age.
What's most eye-catching is the long spear on his back.
The gun was taller than him, dark gray in color, and covered with dense battle marks.
Claw marks, teeth marks, and scorch marks overlapped, almost covering the entire barrel.
The tip of the spear was polished to a high shine, reflecting a cold, sharp light in the sunlight.
This spear looks like it was forged in a bloodbath.
The boy entered the arena without saying a word, but quietly walked to the center of the arena.
His steps were neither hurried nor slow, his black robes swayed gently in the wind, and the long spear on his back swayed slightly with each step.
At first, no one paid any attention to him.
All eyes were drawn to Su Qingyue.
But as he walked closer to the center of the field, the noise from the stands gradually subsided.
It wasn't because of anything he did.
It was because with each step he took, the air in the arena seemed to grow heavier.
The feeling was hard to describe—like the calm before a storm, like something slowly awakening in the shadows.
The lightning element in the air began to unconsciously converge towards him, forming an electric field around him that was almost invisible to the naked eye.
Several highly perceptive superhumans in the stands were the first to change their expressions.
"This kid..."
Qin Ruolan frowned slightly.
She stared at the black-haired boy for a few seconds, then the wrinkles between her brows deepened.
What made her frown was something else.
The boy's steps, breathing, and heartbeat maintained an extremely precise synchronization.
With each step, my heart beats a full beat. With each breath, my center of gravity makes a slight adjustment.
This is not talent.
This is an instinct etched into one's bones after thousands of battles.
"Interesting," Ye Lin suddenly said, her tone tinged with interest. "This kid has fought quite a few tough battles."
Gu Cheng moved the unlit cigarette from the left corner of his mouth to the right, his eyes narrowing even further.
"The marks on the gun aren't just for decoration. It's from killing at least thirty monsters, all head-on—the claw marks are all on the front of the shaft, not a single one on the side."
"That shows he never hides." Lei Meng's voice became unusually serious. "He confronts the enemy head-on, fighting hard and advancing head-on."
"That also shows he's crazy enough," Gu Cheng added.