Preliminary Round 3
There were only two people left in the training room in the evening, and the occasional chirping of insects could be heard outside the window.
"Haven't you ever been curious about what this is?" Lin Yin moved her wrist, and the golden energy flowed in her palm like flowing amber.
Song Baiyue shook her head innocently, "If you don't tell me, I won't be curious."
He didn't realize that he now looked like a well-behaved fox.
Lin Yin raised her eyebrows, "Then try my 'Falling Star Step'. You are the first person to try it." As she spoke, a brighter golden light ignited in her palm, half covering her face.
As Rinyin's true energy was injected, Song Baiyue felt an invisible pressure coming over her. The Moon-Shaped Spirit Deer, transformed into a brooch, revealed its true form and unfolded a silver-white barrier.
"Not armored? Teacher Song seems a bit disrespectful."
Song Baiyue, helpless, stretched out his right hand, and the Moon-Shaping Spirit Deer transformed into a liquid silver light like moonlight, enveloping his body. A set of phantom beast armor, as light as moonlight, quietly took shape in the shimmering light.
His bangs had grown a bit long, with a few strands of hair falling down, covering his mint-colored pupils. My gaze followed his bangs across his perfectly proportioned nose, revealing cherry-pink lips, like petals moistened by morning dew.
Linyin was dazzled by the beauty, but she quickly came to her senses. The tip of her toes suddenly shone with golden light, and she leaped into the air and chopped down with one leg.
"boom--"
The part that hit the phantom beast's armor exploded with a fan-shaped shock wave, and the surrounding alloy ground collapsed instantly.
Linyin landed and clapped her hands: "How is it?"
Song Baiyue let out a long sigh. His hair was a little messy, so he raised his hand and casually pushed his bangs back, revealing his complete eyebrows and eyes. "... Very good."
First, a suction force pulled him towards her, and then came the kicking attack, a very domineering move that made his heart beat a little erratically.
"But it's not enough." He smiled mischievously, "Is there anything else?"
It was rare to see him with such an expression, and Rinyin was tickled. "Yes. But this is the first time I'm using it on Belle."
Her fingertips, dyed golden by her innate energy, slid across her collarbone. "Breathless Realm."
Song Baiyue's breath was caught.
His lungs seemed to be gripped by invisible hands, oxygen was being sucked out inch by inch, his eardrums bulged, and blurry black appeared at the edge of his vision.
Rin was standing right in front of him, and he could even see her eyelashes.
He instinctively raised his hand to grab her, but she held him back and pressed him against the wall.
She leaned close to his ear, her breath brushing against his hot earlobe, "If you beg for mercy, I'll let you go."
Song Baiyue's Adam's apple rolled, and the lack of oxygen made his voice a little hoarse: "If you have the guts... don't let me go."
Linyin panted slightly, as if some excitement factor was ignited.
Too close. So close that if she lowered her head just an inch...
The Wuji true energy receded like the tide.
Fresh air filled his lungs, and the feeling of being able to breathe again made Song Baiyue almost groan. He leaned forward unconsciously, but stopped just short of touching her lips.
Their breaths intertwined, their lips less than a finger's distance apart.
………………
The chill of the confinement room seemed to penetrate into his bones. Lucian was suspended by thin scarlet threads, and deep marks were left on his wrists and ankles, revealing the bones.
The prison uniform he was wearing was mostly torn, revealing skin covered with a mixture of new and old rose thorn scars.
Flora played with a blooming scarlet rose with her fingertips, "What a stubborn guy..." She sighed, and pressed her soft lips against the throbbing blood vessels on the side of his neck.
Just when he thought she was going to bite his neck, the spikes on her hand suddenly pierced his collarbone. Lucien groaned, then clenched his teeth, trying not to make any sound.
The blood flowed into Flora's palms and she narrowed her eyes in pleasure, tasting her prisoner's blood like wine.
His blond hair was soaked with sweat, sticking to his forehead in a mess, but it couldn't hide his eyes, which were as blue as an icy lake. Even at this moment, his eyes were still clear enough to make her irritated.
"Palace Master," Pinkie's voice came from the shadows. "Nine has entered the competition as normal, and they've brought Subject 0 here. Should we act now?"
Flora chuckled and pressed her fingertips hard on Lucien's bleeding wound.
"No rush." She casually played with the blood-stained rose. "It seems our No. 9 is addicted to acting. Let him play for a while longer."
"Since everyone is already here, where else can they run to?"
Lucien's breathing suddenly quickened. He knew her habits too well. Anyone she treated this way would end up in a more miserable state. But his long-dormant throat could only utter a few broken words: "Don't... don't use him as a test subject..."
Flora's smile suddenly turned cold. She grabbed his chin and forced him to look straight at her.
"Lucian, you still don't understand. He's the one who got you locked up here."
His blood dripped down her wrist. Lucien closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was a feeling in his eyes that she couldn't bear to look at.
"No..." His voice was very soft, but it was like a red-hot iron pressing on Flora's heart, "It's you."
The detention room fell into silence.
"Flora," he called her name for the first time, "you're the one who hurt me... but," he lost too much blood, his vision went black, and he could only gasp for air, his chest heaving violently, "I don't blame you."
Flora suddenly let go of her hand, as if she had touched something that frightened her, and retreated to the edge of the confinement room.
As the scarlet thread retracted into her hand, Lucien fell heavily to the ground, but he still looked at her, his blue eyes shining surprisingly brightly in the dim environment.
This person was obviously tortured by her and was covered with bruises, why could he still look at her with such eyes?
Flora felt an unprecedented panic.
No. It shouldn't be like this.
He should hate her, curse her, and fear her, not like this... love her.
She turned around abruptly, her long skirt dragging messily on the wet ground. For the first time in her life, she, who had never changed her expression in the face of any torture or punishment, fled in panic.
After Flora left, Pinkie squatted silently and untied the shackles on Lucien's feet.
"Don't." Lucien tried to lift his legs to avoid it, but he was too weak, and his shackled legs felt like they weighed a thousand pounds.
"Don't talk nonsense." She threw the shackles aside and took off her coat to wrap around his bloodstained upper body. "I know the Palace Master as well as you do. By keeping me here, she's tacitly agreeing to let you go."
Lucien held onto his coat and gave a wan smile, "Thank you, Pinkie."
Pinkie quickly picked up the cleaning device and began to clean up the confinement room. "Shut up and take a break."
"You're not calling me Master Lucien anymore?"
“…I don’t want to beat up a sick person.”
"Peach." Lucien said seriously, "I have a favor to ask of you."
"Let's not talk about anything related to Number Nine." The two of them didn't get along in the first place, and now Number Nine was on the Palace Master's list of traitors. Who would want to offend the Palace Master for him?
"Please, both of you are very important to me." There was touching tenderness in Lucien's blue eyes, and his face matched his pleading tone, making it impossible to say no.
"This has nothing to do with me."
Pinkie Pie rejected him bluntly, "Shut up and take a break."
……………………
In a training room in Area E of the Fantasy Beast Martial Arts Center.
The two people were already 2 meters apart, but they could still feel the burning sensation on their lips.
Song Baiyue lowered his head to straighten his cuffs, which were not wrinkled at all, and at the same time straightened his irregular heartbeat.
"Want to try another move?" His voice was a little vague, his eyes fixed on the corner of the training room. He frantically searched for a topic, but he didn't look at Rin.
Rinne looked at the rosy tips of his ears, "Sure. But you have to say 'not enough' first."
"you……"
When Song Baiyue heard this, her entire body turned pink from the inside out.
Linyin was afraid that his body temperature would exceed 40 degrees if he continued like this, so she stopped teasing him and walked straight to the alloy wall, pressing her palm against the cold wall. "I have tried this trick more than ten times and it has failed. Every time I concentrate halfway, my true energy will collapse-"
Before he finished speaking, the golden light from his palm penetrated the wall, and the entire wall made a "crackling" sound.
As the wall cracked, a wave of dazzling metal particles gathered into a liquid and fell into her hands. It then shifted shape several times before solidifying into a scimitar a one-to-one replica of the centipede's hooked leg.
Linyin looked at her hands and was stunned.
Song Baiyue was also stunned, "This... armored weapon?"
"What? Is this an armored weapon?"
That mysterious and powerful armored weapon? But aren't armored weapons made from the phantom beast armor?
At this moment, the alarms in the entire E area suddenly sounded, and the alarm lights in the corridor outside the window flashed red wildly, illuminating each other's sight in red and white.
"Warning! Intrusion detected! Please stop immediately!" The mechanical voice broadcast began to play in a loop, and the patrol team's searchlight was about to shine on the training room.
Linyin quickly turned off the lights, grabbed the scimitar with her other hand and ran, "Run!"
Song Baiyue subconsciously grabbed her and said, "Take the safe passage!"
The two of them crouched down and crawled into the fire escape. In the darkness, they could only hear each other's intertwined breathing.
For some reason, tearing down the wall here made Linyin feel incredibly relieved. Suddenly, she grabbed Song Baiyue and hid in the stairwell closet. In the cramped space, they pressed themselves against the door, holding their breath as they listened to the patrol robots passing by.
"Does it look like skipping class?"
Song Baiyue lowered his eyes to look at the arrogant scimitar in her hand: "...It's much worse than skipping class."
The two looked at each other and laughed silently.
The moonlight shone through the window of the utility room, illuminating the two people's clasped hands - at some point, the two people's ten fingers were tightly clasped together.
Every finger could feel her body temperature, and Song Baiyue felt satisfied.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
