On the Throne: The King of Black and White

The battle in the surveillance room is over.

Zhou Guoli, who was wearing an officer's uniform, was stunned for a moment, his heroic face full of surprise.

"How are you, Xiao Zhou? The students in this class are amazing, aren't they?"

Lan Bao patted the man's shoulder with a cheerful smile on his face.

"Yes…"

Zhou Guoli came back to his senses, stared at the student holding the big sword, and admired sincerely:

"His overall level is outstanding even among C-level hunters."

"Coupled with the two superpower users, the high-end combat power of this class of students... is truly extraordinary."

Superpowers are very rare, and not every student can have a superpower.

Among the previous students, if there were no superpower users, Bai Shan's level would be enough to serve as the chief.

This class of juniors has two power users, Zhuang Jianyu and Ling Xue, as well as a dark horse student who is not inferior to them at all.

In terms of high-end combat power, it can be said to be quite luxurious.

If Zhou Guoli's memory is correct, this should be the most outstanding class of students in Luzhou Junwu in the past ten years.

"Hahaha! If the old principal knew, he would be so happy that he couldn't close his mouth!"

Lan Bao grabbed his ponytail with a malicious smile on his face.

"You said... I'll pluck out a hair on his head first, and tell the old man the news when he's about to go crazy."

"Is his expression smiling...or crying?"

'I guess he will laugh and cry at the same time...'

Zhou Guoli's face was tense, not daring to say what was in his heart.

Although the old principal is hundreds of years old, he is still a genuine A-level hunter. Even though he is senile now, he seems to be able to burp at any time.

If you really get angry, squeezing him to death will still be like playing.

And he still has the rank of general! The old principal is also his immediate boss, Zhou Guoli!

"Hahaha! Forget it!" After waving his hand, Lan Bao gave up the idea and said with a smile: "He will find out after the final qualifying competition. I will watch it closely then!"

……

"Are so many of the trees here...originally falling?"

Zhuang Jianyu put his hand on his chin and looked around the surrounding woods, his face full of doubts.

"And why is this cross section caused by an air blade released by powerful energy?"

Ling Xue narrowed her eyes and looked at the man next to her expressionlessly.

"They were affected by your fight with the lion."

Lin Xiao gnawed on snacks and lied without changing his face.

"Really?" Zhuang Jianyu raised his eyebrows, with a hint of joking at the corner of his mouth: "I thought that some people secretly practiced the power to release it, and hid it specially not to let everyone know..."

Immediately, as if he had just discovered a body on the ground, he shouted exaggeratedly:

"Hey~! Isn't this a C-level alien black-winged diamond eagle? Who cut it down from the sky?"

In response, Lin Xiao held the petite girl's waist with both hands and raised her high.

"It was Akane Shimizu who did it!"

"The old lady killed you!"

Qingshui Qian locked Lin Xiao's neck with her legs and performed excellent strangulation skills.

Although he paid such a high price, no one believed Lin Xiao's sophistry.

On the way back in the military chariot, Zhuang Jianyu and Ling Xue were staring at him with "hiding dog" eyes.

This made Lin Xiao sigh in frustration——

It's really a shame that we can't use sword energy to defeat them in the ranked matches.

……

Back at the base, it was already dark.

Everyone had dinner in the cafeteria, went to the infirmary to treat their wounds, and then returned to the dormitory to rest.

After all, after a day of high-intensity fighting, my body is still quite tired.

After taking a shower, Lin Xiao came to the balcony alone with his big sword.

The other people in the dormitory have already fallen asleep, and now the room is very quiet, and he is the only one still jumping around.

The evening breeze is gentle and refreshing.

The cicadas chirped loudly on the branches, seeming to welcome the coming midsummer.

Lin Xiao took a deep breath and raised his eyes. His pupils were already stained with moonlight, and the black flames were beating uneasily.

The world is different, the blue is bluer, the red is redder, the colorful light spots are rippling in the air, free and scattered, carefree

Lin Xiao did not use the power in his body or use his true eyes, but he still saw this colorful energy world.

This feeling is different from when using real eyes.

The real eye is to fill the eye with power and forcibly increase the "level" of the eye to gain the ability to observe the "world".

Now, Lin Xiao seems to have directly obtained "authority".

As long as he is willing, even without power, his eyes should see the real "world".

Staring at these ownerless energy spots floating in the air, Lin Xiao blinked and expressed his "will".

stopped.

When Lin Xiao's spirit touched them, all the nearby power particles stopped.

It was as if the "refugees" accepted the care of the "king". They began to obey Lin Xiao's orders and dyed...a new color.

The darkness stretched out, the moonlight spread out, and the light particles on the balcony were only these two colors.

They are like two armies serving the same monarch. They have clear left and right sides and do not invade each other.

Lin Xiao stretched out his right hand, and the light particles began to surge and gather. They were attached to both sides of the palm, looking well-behaved, quiet, and non-aggressive.

But Lin Xiao knew his family's situation. These black and white light spots had nothing to do with "peace". They represented two extremes of destructiveness.

Looking up, the balcony lights are shining, and huge moths are surrounding the incandescent lamps, fluttering and flying tirelessly.

Lin Xiao stared at the moth with a thought in his mind.

The white moon in the palm of my hand rises, condenses and changes, like a small crescent moon, flying upward.

The white crescent moon streaked through the air, but made no sound. It was very dreamy.

It was like a stream of light, hitting the moth in the sky.

The moth stopped, its wings folded, its body stiffened, and it fell vertically.

It's like... falling into sleep suddenly?

Bear--!

Another stream of light shot straight up, but this time, it was not the dreamy moonlight, but pure darkness.

The pitch-black crescent moon burned with black flames, sharp and violent, with an unsettling chirping sound as it touched the falling moths.

puff……

The moth's body disappeared and turned into elementary particles invisible to the naked eye, completely dissipating in the air.

The white moon represents dreams, which touch the abstract realm, such as spirit, will, concepts, rules, etc.

The white crescent moon hit the moth. Although its body was unscathed, it no longer had the "self" of life.

To put it bluntly, his soul is broken.

Although it looks scary, high-end, and invincible,...

That's just because the target is a moth.

Life is physical and it blocks the Moon White energy from reaching the soul.

Lin Xiao felt that just by penetrating the moth's body, the crescent moon had consumed nearly [-]% of its energy.

If you want to rely on it to kill strange beasts...

The energy consumed could probably allow Lin Xiao to crush them to ashes dozens of times.

It can be said that the gain outweighs the loss.

What it targets should be abstract things.

For example, mental strength? Another example...the kind of "soul life" that Fang Wen mentioned last time?

Lin Xiao didn't know very well either. He had seen too little and his powers had just been awakened. Everything had to be familiarized and practiced slowly.

As for Black Flame, that is much more practical.

It is the purest energy and the most extreme destructive power.

There is no "dream" or "abstract" involved, only real things.

Sharp, sharp, violent, chaotic, unstable...

Whether it's trees, ores, metals, or flesh... they're all torn apart, penetrated, and completely destroyed!

Lin Xiao held the sword flat with his left hand, and his fingers burning with black flames gently touched the blade.

laugh--!

It was like pressing on plasticine, and the fingers were slightly dented.

Lin Xiao slid his finger, and a scratch appeared on the sword that was the width of his index finger...