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"Thank you so much, teacher!" Chen Guan said gratefully. Having a professional to guide him saved him a lot of trouble.

"It's nothing." Situ Ming waved his hand and continued, "Also, regarding the understanding of coffins that we mentioned last time, I've been consulting some ancient books these past few days and I have a conjecture."

Chen Guan perked up and listened attentively.

"Ten-thousand-year-old black iron has the ultimate insulating properties. Moreover, this is a coffin. An ordinary person carrying it would only feel a chill, but you are different."

Situ Ming looked at Chen Guan and said, "Your spiritual power is inherent to you. If it's not due to a special ability, then there's a lot to say about it. I'm afraid you'll have to find out for yourself. The academy fully respects the privacy of every student and won't ask too many questions. But if you're willing to tell me, I'm willing to help you figure it out."

"I see."

Chen Guan knew that his only special ability was tenacity, which had nothing to do with the Xuan Tie Coffin. He couldn't bring himself to say anything about it.

"Yes, take it step by step, don't be impatient." Situ Ming nodded and began to instruct Chen Guan on how to fix the spider silk lining, and gave him a small bottle of biological adhesive.

The class ended in this atmosphere.

After class, Chen Guan spent the entire afternoon in his dormitory carefully cutting and pasting spider silk lining.

Following Situ Ming's instructions, he laid a thick, multi-layered cushioning structure at the bottom of the coffin, while a single layer was laid on the side walls and the inside of the coffin lid, ensuring that everything was firmly attached and would not shift.

After doing all this, he carefully placed the body back into the coffin, lying on the soft and elastic spider silk lining. The body's posture seemed more natural and comfortable.

Chen Guan gently pushed the coffin, simulating an impact, and felt that the vibrations were significantly reduced, as the inner lining effectively absorbed most of the impact energy.

"Now you should feel a little better," Chen Guan whispered to his sleeping original body. It wasn't just acting anymore; he felt that he had absorbed some of his own personality into his body.

……

A new week begins.

On Monday afternoon, before physical training class, An Changqing found Chen Guan.

"Chen Guan, this time, I have accepted a new team mission, a C-level one."

An Changqing's expression was slightly more solemn than last time: "The objective is to wipe out the Shadow Wolf pack on the outskirts of Ash Canyon. Shadow Wolves are second-tier social beasts, extremely fast, and adept at shadow stealth and coordinated hunting. They are much more difficult to deal with than Rock Beetles. The mission requires at least killing the wolf king and dispersing the pack, and the rewards are also more generous."

Rank C mission, Tier 2 social beast, Shadow Wolf.

Second-tier demonic beasts are much easier to deal with than second-tier humans. After all, the standards for demonic beasts are not the same as those for humans. Although it is called a second-tier shadow wolf, its individual strength is actually equivalent to that of a first-tier superhuman.

However, the difficulty has increased significantly.

"Is it still the three of us in the team?" Chen Guan asked.

"Currently, if you feel too much pressure, you can recruit another team member, or give up," An Changqing said frankly. "The mission departs the day after tomorrow, you have time to consider it."

An Changqing originally wanted to invite Long Ao, but unfortunately, given Long Ao's personality, he preferred to work alone.

With his and Su Yuehe's strength, completing this task wouldn't be difficult. As for Chen Guan's strength, An Changqing wasn't sure.

He admitted that he couldn't move freely while carrying the black iron coffin. In this respect, his physical strength, even if not as good as Long Ao's, wouldn't be too far behind.

Moreover, Chen Guan has never revealed any spiritual power so far, and he himself claims that he has no spiritual power.

This unfamiliar classmate is no ordinary person; this is a consensus between An Changqing and Su Yuehe. He also wants to know the true strength of his classmate.

If his abilities are truly as he imagines, then perhaps he could try inviting him to join the project.

Chen Guan answered almost without hesitation: "I'll participate."

Danger means opportunity, and it also means more popularity.

Besides, Vest wasn't afraid of death, and he also wanted to test how good his newly acquired scythe was.

A hint of anticipation flashed in An Changqing's eyes: "Okay, then let's meet at the usual place at eight o'clock the day after tomorrow. This time we need to go deep into the wilderness and may have to spend the night outside, so be prepared accordingly."

"clear."

After seeing An Changqing off, a glint of eager anticipation flashed in Chen Guan's eyes.

With more than a day left before the mission, Chen Guan didn't waste any time; he devoted all his spare time to getting used to the new weapon.

After his physical training class, he didn't rush to leave the training hall but went to the training room instead.

It is equipped with basic weapon racks, sandbags and reaction targets, enough for him to do some practice.

In Chen Guan's hand now lay a simple, ancient-looking black scythe with a dark, gleaming sheen.

He started with the most basic swinging motion, gripping the long handle with both hands, feeling the center of gravity of the sickle, and recalling the techniques that came to mind.

With a firm footing, the power rises from the heels, travels along the spine, flows through the shoulders and arms into the hilt of the knife, and finally drives the curved blade to slice through the air.

call!

The deep sound of wind breaking echoed in the training room. The first swing was a little stiff and the force was somewhat sluggish, but the trajectory was stable and the power was heavy.

Chen Guan didn't stop, repeating the most basic chopping, slashing, sweeping, and cleaving techniques over and over again.

With each swing, he carefully savored the feeling of wielding the knife.

Sweat quickly soaked his training clothes, and his muscles began to show signs of soreness, but he didn't care. His tenacious superpower allowed him to have endurance and recovery abilities far beyond that of ordinary people, and the basic knowledge of heavy weapons was also rapidly being integrated into his body's memory through practice.

Gradually, the slashing motion became smoother.

The sickle was no longer a strange block of iron, but gradually became an extension of his arm. He began to try more complex combinations of movements, such as slashing followed by sweeping, upward slashing followed by diagonal slashing, and even trying to use the curved blade of the sickle to hook, hang, and lock techniques.

These movements require a higher level of physical coordination and timing, and have a higher failure rate, but he enjoys them immensely.

"Your movements are too stiff, your waist isn't generating enough power, and your wrists are too rigid." A cold, hard voice suddenly rang out from the doorway.

Chen Guan stopped what he was doing and turned around. He saw Li Yan standing at the door of the training room with his arms crossed, looking at him.

"Instructor Li Yan." Chen Guan sheathed his sword and stood there, slightly out of breath.

Li Yan walked in, his gaze sweeping over the scythe in Chen Guan's hand. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he didn't ask any questions about the weapon change. He was a teacher, not a detective, so why should he care?

"A sickle, long-handled with a curved blade, used for heavy chopping and hooking. You have the strength, but you're using it too clumsily." Li Yan said succinctly, "Watch closely."

He walked to the weapons rack, casually picked up a training long-handled battle axe, and without any apparent effort, simply took a step forward. The battle axe seemed to come alive, whistling out with a fierce, malevolent wind.

The movements were as fluid as breathing, with power bursting from the soles of the feet, passing through the twisting of the waist and hips, and perfectly channeling into the axe blade. The slashing trajectory was tricky and efficient, even leaving a faint afterimage in the air.