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This gap filled Rose with a sense of despair.

Chen Guan took a step to the side, shielding Ross behind him.

Leopard also darted over from the side, letting out a threatening growl from its throat, purple arcs of electricity crackling in its fur.

"It seems this kitten is quite interesting too."

Hiiragi Seibai closed the folding fan and tapped his palm slowly with the fan ribs.

"That's enough for the warm-up."

As soon as he finished speaking, the shadows throughout the forest came alive and began to surge violently.

The decaying leaves and damp mud on the ground coalesced on their own, and the branches of the withered trees twisted and deformed, emitting a teeth-grinding crunching sound.

In the blink of an eye, a dozen monsters made of mud and bones crawled out of the ground, their empty eye sockets burning with eerie green flames, and locked onto the living creatures in the area.

"What the hell is this thing?!"

Ross's voice had completely changed; the chilling aura emanating from these monsters was more terrifying than all the previous enemies combined.

Hiiragi Seibo smiled and drew an intricate rune in front of him with his folding fan.

"This is the true way of hospitality at Kamiya Academy."

"Yin-Yang Technique, Rebirth of Rotten Wood."

A swamp giant roared and swung its massive, root-bound arm down on the two of them.

"Chen! My abilities are useless against this thing!" Ross's pupils contracted sharply as he watched the giant arm crashing down on him.

Chen Guan ignored him, simply reversed the sickle in his hand, and slammed the handle hard against the ground.

"Cover me."

Ross thrust his arms forward with tremendous force, violently distorting the air in front of his palms and spreading out an invisible disintegration field, which slammed into the colossal arm that blotted out the sky.

The moment the swamp giant's arm came into contact with the force field, the tip began to disintegrate silently.

The soil, withered roots, and white bones that made up the arm lost all connection in an instant, turning into the most primal dust and falling softly.

For the first time, the gentle smile on Hiiragi Seibo's face subtly faded.

"Oh? The ability to directly interfere with atomic structure."

He paused slightly with the folding fan in his hand, and commented with interest: "What a barbaric and direct method, utterly devoid of beauty."

"Screw your aesthetic sense! You sissy!"

Ross clenched his teeth so hard they ached, the veins in his temples throbbed, and every muscle in his body was spasming.

Although the enormous arm was disintegrating, its downward momentum did not stop in the slightest, and the terrifying pressure almost crushed his bones into powder on the spot.

Ross felt that his force field had reached its limit, and the world before him was spinning.

"Art is creation, not simply destruction."

Hiiragi Seihachi's voice drifted over, and he gently waved the folding fan in his hand forward.

All the dead trees and swamp monsters in the forest responded in unison, their eerie green flames surging, and streams of decaying odor flowed down the ground and into the crumbling giant arm.

The speed at which the giant arm disintegrated was instantly offset by the speed of regeneration, and even slightly surpassed it.

Ross felt a sweet taste in his throat, and hot blood spurted from the corner of his mouth. He was forced to kneel on one knee by the force field of atomic decomposition, which was covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

"it's over."

Hiiragi Seibo softly pronounced the verdict.

At that very moment, the coffin finally moved.

He mobilized the power he had just acquired, his arm muscles bulging and taut, and slammed the end of the hilt of the sword heavily into the ground. His entire body sank half an inch into the soil, like a giant bow stretched to its limit.

That jet-black scythe is the arrow that will pierce through everything.

There were no fancy techniques, only the most primal compression of power. The ground beneath his feet could not withstand the pressure, and spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly.

Hiiragi Seihaku's smile grew even gentler, and he lightly waved the folding fan in his hand, as if offering a final round of applause for this farcical spectacle.

"What an aesthetically unappealing death throes," he sighed softly.

Before he finished speaking, Chen Guan used his heels as a pivot, twisted his waist and abdomen, and poured all the power he had accumulated into his arms, causing the giant scythe to draw a dark arc that swallowed light from bottom to top!

There was no loud noise, only a dull hissing sound like a sharp blade cutting through a high-pressure stream of water, so fast it hurt the eardrums.

The massive, swampy arm, which blots out the sky, silently extends upwards with a smooth, mirror-like cut, starting from the point of contact with the scythe's blade.

Immediately afterwards, the entire structure of the arm was completely detonated from the inside by that unparalleled force, instantly turning into the most primitive dust.

The powerful air blast, like a steel plate, pushed back the surrounding trees in clumps, producing a continuous cracking sound.

Ross was thrown into the air by the wind pressure and rolled several times on the ground before coming to a stop. He coughed up a mouthful of blood mixed with dirt and stared blankly at the scene.

As the smoke and dust cleared, Chen Guan remained standing in the same spot, still in the posture of wielding his sword.

The tip of the sickle in his hand pointed diagonally to the sky, and there wasn't a speck of dirt on the blade. However, the ground beneath his feet had collapsed into a huge crater.

The giant swamp arm, along with the monster behind it, vanished completely.

Good heavens, I beat this kid last year?

Ross stopped thinking for a moment.

Hiiragi Seihaku's smile froze, and the folding fan in his hand stopped in mid-air.

"you……"

He had barely uttered a single word when Chen Guan's figure vanished from his spot, his entire being exuding an unstoppable, ferocious momentum as he held the giant scythe horizontally in front of him, its blade aimed directly at Hijiri Qingbai's throat.

"Art?"

Chen Guan's mocking voice came through the high-speed movement: "I'll show you what it means to overcome all laws with sheer force."

In Hiiragi Seihaku's pupils, the dark blade light rapidly magnified, and the shadow of death loomed overhead.

He finally lost his composure; his hunting robe exploded, and he turned into a flurry of yellow paper, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

The blade of the scythe grazed the spot where he had been standing, leaving a deep, bottomless gash in the ground.

"Good, very good!"

Hiiragi Seihaku, who had reformed his form not far away, had his face twitching, all elegance gone, replaced only by a vengeful, sinister look: "Since you barbarians don't understand the beauty of subtlety, then witness what a true Night Parade of One Hundred Demons is all about!"

He closed the folding fan and slapped it hard against his palm with the fan ribs.

"Come forth, my servants!"

Countless yellow paper talismans flew out from his sleeves, mixing with the withered branches and leaves on the ground, and quickly folding into shape.

This time, what appeared were paper fox demons wielding sharp claws, and paper cranes hovering in mid-air, their mouths condensing frost. Their numbers almost blocked out the already dim light in the forest.

"Chen! Be careful, these things are very fast!" Ross shouted as he got up from the ground. He had just exhausted himself and could barely defend himself.

Chen Guan did not turn around. Ross had no strength left. He no longer had to worry about being backstabbed. Chen Guan placed the huge scythe back beside him.

Leopard leaped out from behind him, purple lightning crackling across its body. It stared at the fluttering pieces of paper, letting out a longing whimper, as if the flying objects in the sky were not deadly shikigami, but rather plates of moving buffet food.