Rebirth with a Space to Counterattack and Abuse the Scumbag

Rin's words were like a reassuring pill, calming me down a bit.

I know that the road ahead will not be smooth.

The low score in the previous round was less of an accident and more of a rehearsal.

I looked around, and the gazes of the other superhumans became more complex, filled with jealousy, resentment, and, more than anything, deep-seated scheming.

The air seemed to be filled with invisible gunpowder smoke, making it hard for me to breathe.

I took a deep breath and told myself I had to stay calm.

“Be careful, Qingqing,” Rin’s voice rang in my ears, tinged with barely perceptible worry. “They won’t let this go.”

I nodded, my palms slightly sweaty.

The next round of the competition has begun.

I chose to [hide the specific competition items] because I knew that no matter what I chose, I would be faced with a carefully designed trap.

Sure enough, I sensed something was off as soon as the match started.

The previously peaceful atmosphere instantly became tense.

Several superhumans moved closer to me simultaneously.

"What do you want to do?" I asked in a cold voice, trying to intimidate them with my imposing manner.

"Nothing, I just wanted to spar with you." A lewd-looking man said with a sinister smile. His special ability was [concealing specific abilities].

"A friendly spar? I think you're just looking for an opportunity to get revenge!" I retorted without hesitation, while simultaneously activating my supernatural abilities to prepare for any unforeseen circumstances.

However, I still underestimated their shamelessness.

Almost as soon as I finished speaking, several other superhumans joined the battle.

They had a clear division of labor and worked together seamlessly: one was responsible for frontal attacks, one for disrupting my line of sight, and the other for blocking my retreat.

I was instantly surrounded by enemies.

Their attacks came like a tidal wave, leaving me overwhelmed.

I did my best to dodge while looking for an opportunity to retaliate.

However, their strength should not be underestimated. Every attack they launched was filled with a fierce killing intent, which made me dare not relax for a moment.

An attack of [specific method omitted] grazed my shoulder, leaving a burning sting.

I gritted my teeth, endured the pain, and continued fighting.

I know I can't give up; I have to keep going.

However, as time went on, I gradually felt overwhelmed.

Their attacks became increasingly fierce, and my strength was rapidly depleting.

The sense of danger is growing stronger...

Just when I was feeling desperate, a familiar figure appeared in my sight.

Rin [the specific actions are omitted], his eyes filled with worry.

"Qingqing, be careful!" His voice was tinged with anxiety.

I saw his lips moving, as if trying to tell me something, but I couldn't hear anything.

A wave of dizziness washed over me, and I felt my body gradually losing control...

Sweat dripped down my temples, my vision blurred, and I felt dizzy.

Damn!

Their coordinated attack was more troublesome than I had imagined.

My superpowers seem to be bound by some force, operating sluggishly, like being stuck in a quagmire, unable to extricate myself.

The effects of the soul contract began to manifest. I could feel my power gradually draining away, like fine sand in an hourglass, flowing away silently.

Fear entwined my heart like vines, and anxiety and helplessness spread through me.

I gritted my teeth and forced myself to stay awake, but the world in front of me became increasingly blurry, and my ears were ringing. I couldn't even distinguish the sounds around me.

The attacks came from all directions like ghosts. I was exhausted from dealing with them, and my wounds kept multiplying. The burning pain made it almost impossible for me to breathe.

Am I really going to lose?

Just when I was about to give up, a figure rushed onto the stage like lightning and blocked my way.

凛！

His tall figure was like a mountain, protecting me firmly behind him.

I could feel the warmth emanating from him, the familiar scent of sandalwood, which instantly soothed the fear in my heart.

He held me tightly, and the sound of his heartbeat clearly reached my ears, strong and powerful, as if telling me that he would always protect me, no matter what happened.

“Rin…” My voice was so weak it sounded like a mosquito’s hum, but I felt incredibly safe.

"Don't be afraid, Qingqing, I'm here." His voice was deep and firm, like a warm current flowing through my heart.

A sense of security washed over me like a tidal wave, enveloping me.

I buried my head in his chest, feeling his strong arms, and my heart was filled with warmth.

Rin's appearance stunned the surrounding ability users.

They stopped attacking and looked at us in surprise.

"Gong Lin! What are you doing? This is a competition!" A sharp voice rang out, tinged with anger.

Rin ignored him, he just held me tightly, his cold gaze sweeping over the surrounding ability users, his tone full of warning: "Anyone who dares to touch her again, just try it!"

His words, like ice, instantly froze the surrounding air.

The referee blew his whistle and shouted, "Gong Lin has violated the rules of the game!..."

Rin still ignored me. He looked down at me, his eyes filled with tenderness: "Qingqing, how are you?"

I shook my head, wanting to tell him I was fine, but found myself unable to utter a single word.

He helped me down the stage slowly.

Suddenly, he stopped, his gaze falling on my hand, his brow furrowing: "Your hand..."

Rin's fingers gently traced a thin, long bloodstain on the back of my hand. The wound wasn't deep, but it was shocking to see.

The blood had congealed, its color a dark red, like a winding little snake coiled on my skin.

I didn't even realize when I got injured; I just felt a bit numb and a dull ache on the back of my hand.

"They hurt you?" Rin's voice was terrifyingly low, like the calm before a storm.

I could feel the chill emanating from him, like ice picks piercing my skin.

I shook my head, about to speak, when I was interrupted by a commotion.

"The official competition organizers have announced that due to Gong Lin's violation of the competition rules and interference with the competition, contestant Miao Qing will be disqualified!" The piercing voice rang in my ears like a thunderclap, making me dizzy.

Disqualified? On what grounds! I was clearly framed!

A surge of anger welled up from the bottom of my heart, burning away my reason.

I'm not reconciled to this! I can't let them scheme against me like this!

"I want to appeal!" My voice was hoarse but firm, carrying an undeniable power.

I pushed through the crowd, walked up to the referee, and handed him the evidence in my hand—a small recording device.

This is something I prepared in advance to prevent any accidents.

The recorder clearly documented the entire process of those superhumans plotting to frame me; their schemes and their ugly faces were all exposed.

As the recording played, the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

Those superhumans who framed me turned pale, their eyes darting around, like a group of clowns stripped naked, displaying their grotesque behavior.

The audience began to discuss it, their gazes shifting from disdain to sympathy, and then to admiration, a complex mix of emotions.

The referee's expression turned serious after listening to the recording.

He paused for a moment, then raised his head and announced, "After investigation, it has been found that contestant Miao Qing was framed, and the decision to disqualify her is null and void."

I won! I successfully averted this crisis!

A surge of joy welled up inside me. I felt like a bird that had broken free from its cage, free and unrestrained.

Rin walked to my side, reached out, and gently pulled me into his arms...

"Qingqing..."

A chilling aura enveloped me, warm yet powerful.

I leaned against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, and a wave of exhaustion washed over me.

The tension and pressure of the competition were finally released at this moment.

I closed my eyes and let him hold me tightly.

"It's alright, Qingqing." Rin's voice was deep and gentle, like a soft breeze, soothing the unease in my heart.

I tilted my head slightly, and his gaze was deep and focused, as if he could see through everything about me.

I saw the intense and passionate emotions flickering in his eyes, and my heart began to beat faster involuntarily.

His hand gently stroked my cheek, the heat from his fingertips burning as if carrying an electric current that spread throughout my body.

My breathing became rapid, and my cheeks began to burn.

"Rin..." My voice was so soft it was almost inaudible, carrying a hint of indescribable shyness.

He lowered his head and kissed my lips.

The kiss was tender and lingering, carrying a hint of suppressed longing.

I gripped his collar tightly, responding to his enthusiasm.

After a long while, he finally released me. My breathing was still unsteady, and my eyes were glazed. He looked at me.

"You're tired, take a rest." His voice was slightly hoarse, yet gentle enough to be intoxicating.

I nodded and, with his help, walked to the lounge.

The lounge was quiet; it was just the two of us.

I sat on the sofa, and he sat beside me, quietly keeping me company.

"Qingqing, you did a great job today," he suddenly said, his tone carrying a hint of praise.

"I just did what I was supposed to do." I smiled, a hint of self-deprecation in my voice.

"I know you're working very hard, but you must persevere." His eyes were firm and full of encouragement. "I believe in you, and I'm sure you can overcome any difficulty."

His words, like a warm current, flowed through my heart and gave me boundless strength.

I know I can't let him down; I must work even harder to be worthy of his love.

I took a deep breath, my eyes hardening with determination and fighting spirit.

"Rin, I'm ready."

He looked at me.

"Okay, let's face it together."

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

"Miss Miao, Mr. Gong, Trainer Zhao requests an audience." Assistant Sun's voice came from outside the door.

Trainer Zhao? What's he doing here? Could it be...?

A sudden sense of foreboding rose in my heart...