As soon as the quantum fog of the inter-racial arena competition cleared, the spikes of the silicon-based players penetrated my defensive shield.
"Did Lin Yan bribe her?" I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and looked at her provocative gesture in the audience, "I'll take this round."
The moment I closed my eyes, all the star trails were surging in my mind - the meteor trails that passed by three days ago, the energy fluctuations leaked from the laboratory last night, and even the temperature of Pei Zhao's fingertips brushing the back of my neck when he was sorting out the star map for me.
"Broken."
The fog suddenly condensed into the star path diagram I deduced.
The silicon-based spikes pierced his own energy core, and Lin Yan's starship model exploded into pieces on the holographic screen.
"Impossible!" She screamed and dropped the light blade.
But what sent shivers down my spine even more was Pei Zhao in the lab after the game.
He took off his gold-rimmed glasses, and the ends of his eyes were glowing with the unique red color of the Xingyuan tribe. His fingertips were wrapped with dark purple spiritual power, and he was covering my star chart manuscript: "Qing Yan, you always mess up my plans."
"What's the plan?" I held his wrist.
He suddenly smiled, pushed me in front of the star chart, and brushed his lips against my ear: "Let you be my, only, master of the star chart."
At this moment, the secret letter from the Star Atlas Department fell at my feet - my mother's "deduction error" back then was actually stamped with the secret seal of the Xingyuan Clan.
Intention: There are always things to persist in