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Qin Wu exhaled a breath of turbid air, his eyes more determined than ever before. Having shed the burden of being the strongest, he wanted to use this battle to prove his value as captain.

The screen scrolling speed started to slow down.

The first profile picture is frozen in time.

The second profile picture is frozen in time.

"Match 1: Taipei Academy, Zhao Qian vs. Zero Academy, Rick."

Several matchups followed one after another, and the atmosphere became increasingly tense.

In the Huaqing rest area, An Changqing's gaze was calm, while Su Yuehe leaned against him with her eyes closed, seemingly oblivious to everything.

On the huge holographic screen, the light flashed rapidly before finally coming to a slow stop.

"Next match, Huaqing Academy's An Changqing will face Zero Academy's Roy."

An Changqing nodded slightly to his teammates beside him, calmly got up, and walked towards the field.

Shan Heng clenched his fists nervously, his eyes behind his glasses fixed on the field, muttering to himself, "Go, Senior Changqing! Senior Changqing will definitely win."

Su Yuehe leaned back in her chair, her eyes closed, but the faint smile on her lips said it all.

She believed that An Changqing would not lose.

The battle on the field ended quickly. An Changqing's sword was reduced to a series of afterimages. The burly man from Zero Academy didn't even get close before being pushed out of the arena by layers of sword energy.

"The winner is An Changqing from Huaqing Academy."

An Changsong's voice revealed no bias, but Principal Ren Ping's smile stretched almost to his ears.

Sparse applause rang out in Huaqing's rest area. Qin Wu watched An Changqing walk back calmly, his eyes filled with a mixture of envy and relief.

There was a time when he thought he had to be the most dazzling person, but now he is more willing to be a solid supporter of those lights.

At this moment, Chen Guan's gaze collided with that of Hiiragi Seibo from Kamiya Academy in mid-air, sparking invisible flames.

Oh dear, Coffin Bro has been targeted.

[This contestant who seems to be living a good life is really vengeful. It's just that I eliminated you once, is it really worth it?]

[That wasn't just once; it was a complete slap in the face for Kamiya in the first round. How could he not hold a grudge?]

[Fast forward to Coffin Bro beat him into a prison too.]

Unfortunately, to the disappointment of the viewers, they did not meet in the first round.

The avatars on the screen started scrolling again.

The light shimmered and then settled.

On the left is Chen Guan's calm and expressionless face.

On the right is a girl with delicate features and a high ponytail.

"The seventh match is between Huaqing Academy's Chen Guan and Beishi Academy's Yan Feiyan."

The moment this matchup list was announced, the atmosphere in the entire stadium became somewhat subtle.

The atmosphere in the rest area of ​​Taipei College was oppressive.

Yan Feiyan.

He was the one with the purest swordsmanship and the most stable temperament among the second-year students at Beishi Academy, and he was also the one Bai Huanran planned to use to tackle the tough challenges.

But now, she has drawn Chen Guan, one of the best among the monsters at Huaqing Academy.

Although they were both in their second year, Bai Huanran felt that the outcome was no longer in doubt.

Ignoring the commotion behind her, Yan Feiyan silently stood up, tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, picked up her sword, and walked step by step to the center of the arena.

[Is this Coffin Bro's opponent? This girl looks so cool.]

Unfortunately, I had bad luck with the draw and ran into the coffin guy, so I'm destined to be eliminated in the first round.

What if Brother Coffin pulls off an upset?

Do you look down on the famous overpowered character in this anime?

Amidst the discussions in the live chat, Chen Guan stood up, nodded slightly to An Changqing and the others, and then walked towards the arena.

The two stood in the center of the field, ten meters apart.

The referee raised his hand high, then swung it down sharply.

"The match begins."

There was no opening statement, no probing.

The moment the referee finished speaking, Yan Feiyan's figure transformed into a white blur, her long sword silently piercing towards Chen Guan's throat with extreme speed.

This sword strike abandons all fancy techniques, seeking only speed.

"Such a fast sword."

In the stands, some skilled swordsmen couldn't help but gasp.

However, faced with this thunderous sword strike, Chen Guan casually held his scythe horizontally in front of him.

Ding.

With a crisp sound, Yan Feiyan's sword tip, which she was determined to use, was firmly stopped by the broad back of the scythe, less than a fist's distance from Chen Guan's throat, and could not advance any further.

Yan Feiyan's pupils contracted slightly, but her movements did not stop. With a flick of her wrist, the longsword, like a snake spitting its tongue, slashed along the back of the scythe towards Chen Guan's wrist, which was holding the weapon.

Cutting your hands – a basic yet highly efficient method.

But just as her sword reached the middle of its trajectory, Chen Guan's figure vanished into thin air before her eyes.

Yan Feiyan lost sight of her target, and the long sword she had thrust out fell into empty space with its momentum, the sharp wind ruffling the hair on her forehead.

Her body moved without the slightest hesitation, her waist twisting like a noose, and with a backhand slash, she slashed diagonally at the void behind her, her movements fluid and graceful, as if she had eyes in the back of her head.

It's empty, still empty.

Yan Feiyan was shocked. Her fighting instincts overwhelmed her thoughts. She abandoned her attack and rolled backward in milliseconds, instantly creating distance between herself and the enemy.

She stood up awkwardly and looked up to see that Chen Guan was now standing in the spot where she had been, with a huge scythe casually slung over his shoulder, his body completely still, as if he hadn't moved at all.

In the rest area of ​​Taipei Academy, Bai Huanran's face darkened completely.

He knew better than anyone how terrifying Yan Feiyan was; her sword was fast, accurate, and ruthless, and her heart was as still as an ancient well.

But now, he couldn't even touch the hem of his opponent's clothes.

How can this person be so agile while carrying such a heavy coffin?!

Can you even play without disenfranchising it?

"Junior Sister Yan..."

A student from Taipei City had just nervously opened his mouth when Bai Huanran's icy gaze froze him in place, rendering him speechless.

Even if things go wrong, Bai Huanran won't allow anyone to say anything discouraging. When facing Chen Guan, no one can lose unjustly.

On the field, Yan Feiyan did not speak. She simply held her long sword horizontally in front of her chest, adopting a basic starting stance. Her aura was even calmer than before, like a deep well.

The next moment, her figure disappeared again.

This time, instead of a lightning-fast straight thrust, it transformed into several blurry white shadows, simultaneously rushing towards Chen Guan from all directions. Each afterimage trailed a silent sword light, completely blocking all his escape routes.

The blade sliced ​​through the air without making a sound.

Yan Feiyan's signature move: the Silent Sword.

Faced with this overwhelming encirclement, Chen Guan remained standing in place. He simply took the scythe off his shoulder, gripped the hilt with both hands, and, in a manner that appeared extremely clumsy to outsiders, danced a black ring in front of him that seemed to devour everything.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!

A series of rapid, crisp sounds erupted as the torrential rain pounded on the banana leaves.

Without exception, all the sword lights were precisely deflected by that huge scythe.