Chapter 1128
World University Competition
This chilling air, icy and biting, seemed to carry the power to freeze time and space, instantly lowering the temperature of the entire training ground to freezing point. The magical energy particles churning in mid-air solidified at this moment, turning into tiny ice crystals that fluttered down.
Everyone froze in place.
The expressions on the faces of the three mentors, Feng Li, Song He, and Han Ji, changed drastically in an instant, their eyes filled with disbelief and horror.
This aura
is her!
"Snap—!"
A crisp cracking sound came from the sky.
An invisible force tore through the void, and a figure in pure white, like a celestial maiden descending from the heavens, slowly descended from the sky.
Her long hair moved without wind, her skirt fluttered, and although there were no violent magical fluctuations around her, the entire world became her domain.
Qin Yu'er!
She has just broken through the forbidden ice spell, suppressed the Parthenon Temple envoy with her own strength, and casually crushed the super-level Holy Knight. She is known as a woman of great importance to the Divine Land!
She stood quietly in mid-air, her gaze sweeping indifferently over the crowd below.
Without any deliberate release of pressure, the three super-level mages, Feng Li, Song He, and Han Ji, felt as if they were being targeted by an ancient ferocious beast. Their bodies stiffened, their scalps tingled, and even breathing became difficult.
They could clearly sense the unfathomable power emanating from Qin Yu'er.
Forbidden spell!
That is the power that stands at the very top of the magic pyramid!
If she so desired, she could turn a bustling city into a permanent ice sculpture with a single strike!
Inside the training camp, ten of the fourteen members of the National Government team were so frightened that they didn't dare to breathe.
Mo Fan's eyes widened, and lightning magic surged subconsciously, but he forcibly suppressed it.
Compared to Qin Yu'er, his strength was nothing more than that of an ant.
Mu Ningxue looked up at Qin Yu'er in mid-air, a hint of excitement flashing in her eyes.
As a fellow ice mage, she could sense the pure, extreme ice power emanating from Sister Yu'er, a realm she had pursued her entire life.
Songhe's lips trembled as he tried to speak and pay his respects, but he found that his throat was blocked and he couldn't utter a single word.
Qin Yu'er's gaze slowly swept over the gathering point, finally landing on the shade of the tree where Fu Ye was hiding, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of her lips.
The suffocating chill still lingered in the air.
Available in the next second.
Qin Yu'er's gaze locked onto Fu Ye under the shade of the tree, and the pressure of the ice-type forbidden spell around her instantly disappeared without a trace, her previous indifferent demeanor vanished.
She moved swiftly, landing in front of Fu Ye in an instant, and without hesitation opened her arms to give him a big hug.
"Little brother, have you missed your sister?"
Her clear and melodious voice carried a hint of coquettish softness, completely different from the cold and domineering tone she had displayed when suppressing the Parthenon envoy.
Her pure white skirt brushed the ground, her hair fluttered, and Qin Yu'er buried her face in Fu Ye's shoulder, feeling the familiar scent.
This scene was like a thunderclap, plunging the entire training camp into a deathly silence.
Ai Jiangtu, Mo Fan, and the rest of the Nationalist team members froze on the spot, their eyes wide open and their faces filled with disbelief.
Ai Jiangtu's lips twitched. He had personally witnessed Qin Yu'er's terror; she was a forbidden spell mage who could crush a super-level Saintly Knight with a mere word.
She is considered the only national treasure recognized by the Chinese people, and she acts with domineering ruthlessness.
Mo Fan was completely stunned, his mouth agape, wide enough to fit a fist.
Good guy.
That's a forbidden spellcaster!
How many people in the entire land of China can there be?
However, recalling the scene where Fu Ye tore apart the ancient king's armor, he felt that it wasn't such a difficult thing to understand.
The three mentors, Song He, Feng Li, and Han Ji, were so frightened that they dared not even breathe, their spines drenched in cold sweat. Just moments before, they had been trembling at Qin Yu'er's arrival, but now, seeing this intimate scene, they were filled with nothing but endless shock and relief.
Fortunately, I didn't interrupt rashly, otherwise, given the tempers of these two, the three of them would probably be in deep trouble.
Within the group, Ding Yumin and Mu Ningxue exchanged a glance, a barely perceptible hint of displeasure flashing in their eyes.
Ding Yumin tucked a stray hair behind her ear, a complex emotion flickering across her gentle brows.
Brother Fu Ye had always been a reliable figure in her heart, and seeing this scene inevitably brought a pang of sadness to her heart.
But she also knew that her sister Qin Yu'er had been lusting after Brother Fu Ye's body for a long time.
Mu Ningxue frowned slightly, a hint of jealousy flashing in her cool eyes.
Mu Nujiao and Ai Tutu stood in the ranks of the substitute players, their expressions clearly showing their disappointment.
Ai Tutu nudged Mu Nujiao beside her, lowering her voice with a hint of envy.
"Sister Mu, look how intimate Brother Fu Ye and Sister Qin Yu'er are!"
Mu Nujiao's cheeks flushed slightly as she nodded gently, feeling a pang of sadness in her heart.
Among the crowd, Jiang Shaoxu's reaction was the most exaggerated.
Her bright, large eyes widened in shock, her fingers gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, and her face was filled with astonishment and excitement.
She had met Fu Ye once.
Back then, her brother Jiang Shaojun went deep into the Kunlun Demon Kingdom on a mission, encountered a life-threatening situation, was seriously injured, and was on the verge of death.
It was Lord Fu Ye who stepped in and pulled Jiang Shaojun back from the brink of death.
She knew Fu Ye was powerful back then, but she never expected that he would have such a close relationship with Qin Yu'er, a forbidden spell mage.
Jiang Shaoxu's heart was in turmoil as she looked at Fu Ye's retreating figure, her eyes filled with gratitude.
Fu Ye gently patted Qin Yu'er's back, his tone tender.
"Alright, there are so many people watching."
Qin Yu'er reluctantly let go of his hand, her cheeks slightly flushed, and gave him a reproachful look.
"Let them look. I'm hugging my own people, why would I be afraid of them looking?"
Upon hearing this, those around him dared not even breathe.
Fu Ye smiled helplessly and did not refute.
Qin Yu'er's gaze swept over the silent crowd, her eyes regaining some of their indifference, though much gentler than her previous oppressive aura.
She turned to look at Fu Ye and asked curiously.
"What are you doing here? Are you going out for fun with the Nationalist government team?"
Fu Ye nodded.
"Well, I don't have anything to do, so I'll just go out for a walk with them and relax a bit."
Upon hearing this, a hint of longing flashed in Qin Yu'er's eyes, but she immediately shook her head.
"Then I won't go with you."
“I recently broke through the forbidden spell, and my magical cultivation still needs to be stabilized. Also, although I can now perfectly control my afflicted physique, I can feel that I have touched a vague bottleneck, and I need to spend some time figuring it out.” She paused.
"I'll accompany you again next time after I've stabilized my cultivation."
The breakthrough for a forbidden spellcaster is not the end, but a new beginning.
To fully control one's physique and unleash greater combat power, a long period of honing and refinement is still needed. (End of Chapter)