bioinnovel Chapter 14 You lost!
Chapter 14 You lost!
He didn't even give chase; he simply held his spear horizontally in front of him again and quietly watched her.
There was no smugness, no mockery, and not even the excitement of battle in his eyes.
There was only a chilling calm.
Su Qingyue suddenly understood.
From beginning to end, Lin Yuan never considered her a true opponent.
It's not contempt, it's not arrogance, but rather—
The enemies he faced in those ten days were far more terrifying than she was.
Su Qingyue took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
When she opened her eyes again, the confusion and hesitation in them disappeared, replaced by a resolute look.
She swiped her left hand across the storage ring.
A beam of ice-blue light shot into the sky.
After the beam of light dissipated, Su Qingyue found herself holding a sword.
Unlike the previous Ice Phoenix Sword, this sword has a longer blade and a deep blue color that is almost transparent.
The ice energy flowing across the sword was so dense it was almost liquefied, and each movement of the halo was accompanied by a bone-chilling cold that spread outwards.
Second tier, A-grade - Ice Frost Sword.
The moment the sword appeared, the temperature in the entire arena dropped by at least ten degrees.
On the stands, a barely perceptible smile appeared on Su Zhen's lips.
He spent a lot of money to buy this Tier 2 A-grade Ice Frost Sword at an auction in Kyoto, originally intending to use it after Su Qingyue broke through to Tier 2.
But in preparation for today's competition, he gave her the sword ahead of time.
A-grade weapons provide a significant boost to those with superpowers.
With this sword, Su Qingyue, who is at the third level of the first tier, can unleash combat power close to that of a second tier.
"That sword..." Qin Ruolan frowned slightly and glanced at Su Zhen.
With her keen eye, she could certainly tell that this sword shouldn't be in a competition among first-tier ability users.
But she didn't say anything—the rules were set by the Su family, the referees were hired by the Su family, and since they themselves didn't follow the rules, she, as an outsider, had no reason to say anything.
She was just curious.
How will that black-haired boy respond?
Lin Yuan looked at the icy sword radiating cold energy in Su Qingyue's hand, his expression unchanged.
"A fine sword," he said.
"Lin Yuan." Su Qingyue gripped her sword with both hands, the tip pointing at him, her voice trembling slightly without her even realizing it.
"I admit you're very strong. A hundred times stronger than my father said, but that doesn't mean I'll admit defeat, and I don't want to lose!"
"I know."
Lin Yuan raised his spear, the tip pointing straight ahead.
His voice was calm, as if he were talking about something trivial.
"So I will do my best."
Without further hesitation, Su Qingyue exerted force with her feet, transforming into a white streak of light as she rushed forward.
The icy sword in her hand unleashed a three-meter-long icy blue sword aura. Wherever the sword aura passed, it carved a deep trench in the ground, and thick layers of ice formed on both sides of the trench.
Fine snowflakes drifted in the air, swirling and dancing around the sword energy, forming a small snowstorm.
The power of this sword strike is already very close to that of the second tier.
The spectators in the stands held their breath.
Then they saw Lin Yuan move.
He didn't retreat or dodge, but instead took a step forward.
With one step, the floor tiles beneath his feet shattered.
It didn't shatter, it exploded.
The rubble was propelled upwards by an invisible force, and was pulverized by lightning in mid-air.
The power of nine rounds of bone tempering erupted for the first time without reservation.
The force rose from the soles of the feet, passed through the calves, knees, thighs, waist, abdomen, back, shoulders, and arms, and finally converged in the hands holding the gun.
The nine-wheeled musculoskeletal chain of power meshed perfectly at this moment, concentrating the body's strength into a single point.
At the same time, he gently hooked his left index finger.
No one noticed this action.
Only Lin Yuan himself knew that the moment he flicked his left index finger, the space around Su Qingyue froze for a fraction of a second.
It's not time stop; with his current level of first-order, second-level spacetime system, he can't actually stop time.
There was only a brief "blank" between her movements.
This momentary blank caused her sword energy trajectory to deviate by the finest detail.
Lin Yuan's spear pierced through this deviation.
Lightning flashed at the tip of the spear, more dazzling than ever before.
Silvery-white arcs of electricity spread along the gun barrel, forming a ring of lightning around him, and the air was filled with the smell of ozone and the crackling sound of electricity.
"Thunder Moves Through the Nine Heavens - Third Form: Thunderous Movement"
The spear flashed like a dragon.
There was no probing, no roundabout approach, and no fancy techniques.
It's the purest form of a shot—a straight thrust.
The spear pierced the very center of the icy storm.
Ice and lightning collide.
boom--
A massive energy storm exploded in the center of the arena.
Ice crystals and lightning shot out in all directions, and the audience in the front row of the stands were pushed backward by the shockwave, with some people's hats flying off.
Then, a white figure was thrown backward from the storm.
Su Qingyue.
The icy sword in her hand flew out, spun a few times in the air, and stuck into the ground ten meters away. The icy blue light on the sword quickly dimmed.
She herself fell heavily to the ground and slid three or four meters before stopping.
His white training clothes were covered in dust, his long hair was disheveled and spread out at his sides, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.
She tried to sit up, but as soon as she moved, a sharp pain shot through her right arm.
It wasn't a fracture, but the ligaments were badly damaged by the recoil from that shot.
She gritted her teeth and raised her head.
At the eye of the storm, Lin Yuan stood with his gun in hand.
A thin layer of frost covered his black clothes, the lingering force of the sword strike.
There was a faint bloodstain on his left cheek, a mark left by ice crystals.
Apart from that, he was completely unharmed.
The tip of the spear stopped three inches in front of Su Qingyue.
He holstered his gun and took a step back.
You lost.
The entire room fell silent.
No one spoke, no one applauded, and no one even dared to breathe heavily.
All eyes were focused on the black-haired boy in the center of the room, their expressions identical—shock, confusion, disbelief, and a hint of fear.
S-rank ice-type ability user.
Six rounds of tempering.
Tier 2, Grade A weapon.
He was defeated by a single shot from the front.
Clean and efficient, without any suspense.
On the stands, Gu Cheng slowly stood up.
He took the cigarette, which had remained unlit, from his mouth and, for the first time, seriously examined the black-haired boy in the room.
His eyes had changed; they were no longer lazy and cynical, but sharp.
"That kid."
He spoke slowly, enunciating each word clearly.
"We're going to Shanghai."
"You're talking nonsense." Lei Meng suddenly stood up, knocking his chair backward. "Our National Martial Arts Academy wants it! Eight-Round Bone Tempering! Do you even know what eight-round bone tempering means?!"
"Bone tempering can be trained later, but combat awareness is innate." Ye Lin's voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable certainty.
"His fighting style is designed for real combat. Deep City Academy is the best fit for him."
Qin Ruolan remained silent.
She just stared at Lin Yuan, her gaze complex.