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Hiiragi Seihaku's figure was thrown back several meters by the force, the hem of his hunting robe flapping loudly in the wind. He raised his head, his composure completely gone.

"You've succeeded in angering me."

Hiiragi Seibo stared at the big, dumb guy in front of him, put away his folding fan, bit his right thumb, and used his blood to quickly draw a complex and strange blood-red rune on the pure white fan surface.

"With the blood of my Hiiragi Seikaku as the medium, and the name of a hundred demons as the sacrifice."

"open!"

He slammed the blood-stained folding fan into the ground in front of him.

The light in the entire arena seemed to be instantly sucked away, and the ground beneath his feet transformed into a bottomless, dark swamp, from which a huge torii gate slowly rose.

"What is that?" Shan Heng adjusted his glasses, his eyes behind the lenses filled with horror.

Chen Guan remained silent, leaning slightly forward with great interest.

He knew that Hiiragi Seiba's big move, which he hadn't used before, was about to come.

crunch.

With a screeching sound, the massive torii gate slowly opened a crack.

A giant hand covered in black scales and with sharp claws reached out from the crack in the door and gripped the door frame.

A gigantic demon, over ten meters tall, with a blue face, fangs, wings on its back, and wielding a spiked club, squeezed out from behind the door.

Black lightning crackled around its body, and with each step it took, it left a molten footprint on the alloy ground.

Shikigami, Wind and Thunder Demon King.

"Come on, beast." Hiiragi Seibai stood beneath the enormous body of the Wind and Thunder Demon King, raising his hand and pointing into the distance: "Let me see if your power can satisfy this lord."

Marcus remained silent, transforming into a golden streak of light and deliberately crashing into the demon king who exuded an aura of destruction.

Fist and spiked club clashed violently.

The deafening roar nearly lifted the roof off the arena. The central floor was completely ignited by this terrifying impact force, sending countless shattered alloy plates soaring into the sky, only to be pulverized by the turbulent airflow.

The massive body of the Wind and Thunder Ghost King was actually knocked back a step by the punch.

Marcus, on the other hand, was blasted away by the enormous recoil, plowing a deep trench in the ground before coming to a stop. His right arm, which had collided with the spiked club, was cracked open inch by inch, with golden blood constantly seeping out.

"Again!"

Marcus, as if possessed, charged forward again, abandoning all defenses and unleashing the power of the Nine Dragons to its fullest extent, transforming it into a pure golden storm that relentlessly bombarded every part of the Wind and Thunder Ghost King.

For a moment, the entire arena was filled with the frenzied collision of golden and black light and shadow, each impact unleashing devastating energy.

The students in the stands were already breathless, completely beyond their comprehension of student combat.

"He's desperately trying to shatter that shikigami before the medicine wears off," An Changqing said in a deep voice.

Chen Guan's gaze fell on Hiiragi Qingbai.

The Onmyoji's face was also not good; his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his lips were pale. Maintaining such a powerful shikigami was also extremely taxing on him.

This battle turned into a war of attrition between the two sides.

Finally, after a fierce exchange of blows, Marcus found an opening.

He withstood a sweeping kick from the Wind and Thunder Ghost King, half of his body's bones shattering and howling, but he used the force to circle behind the Ghost King, gathering the last of his strength into his fists.

"Smash it!"

The golden light shone as brightly as the sun.

The massive body of the Wind and Thunder Ghost King suddenly stiffened. Marcus blasted a huge hole in its back, and black lightning crackled wildly across its body before finally vanishing.

The arrogant and invincible ghost slowly transformed into countless ink dots and dissipated into the air.

"I...won..."

Marcus, covered in blood, knelt on one knee, the golden dragon patterns on his body fading. He raised his head, a ferocious yet gleeful smile on his face.

However, his smile froze.

An open folding fan, unnoticed, was already pressed against his brow.

Hiiragi Seibo stood before him, his body swaying precariously, his face as pale as paper, but his eyes remained arrogant.

"I have said that power is worthless if it cannot be controlled."

He held the folding fan and gently pushed it forward.

Marcus's eyes quickly dimmed, the violent aura around him receded like a tide, and he fell backward, completely losing consciousness.

"The winner is Kamiya Academy, Hiiragi Seihachi."

The referee's voice rang out on time.

Hiiragi Seiba staggered, using his folding fan to brace himself against the ground to avoid falling. He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving rapidly.

He raised his head, his gaze sweeping across half the arena, through all the noise, and fixed directly on the rest area of ​​Huaqing College.

That gaze was fixed on Chen Guan.

Just wait, I'll meet you sooner or later.

Hiiragi Seiba conveyed his hostility with his eyes.

Chen Guan, as always, looked at him expressionlessly.

He said it a long time ago.

Those who are defeated by him will never be considered his opponents again. Even if he gives them time to catch up, they will never be able to catch up.

This was true then, and it is true now.

Hiiragi Seiba was helped off the field by his teammates, his pale face damp with sweat at his temples.

Only those eyes, fixed on the Huaqing rest area, still burned with an inextinguishable flame.

Chen Guan met his gaze and calmly looked away.

After a brief silence, the holographic screen in the center of the stadium started scrolling again.

Countless contestants' avatars flashed by like shooting stars, and finally the light converged, and two avatars slowly froze.

"Match 10: Huaqing Academy, Qin Wu vs. Beishi Academy, Bai Huanran."

As soon as the referee's voice fell, the atmosphere in the stadium instantly reached a new climax.

Captain's battle.

This is the first round of the four-school league individual competition, the only direct confrontation between the two team captains.

"Bai Huanran versus Qin Wu, this is going to be interesting."

"It's hard to say. Those guys from Huaqing are all incredibly strange, but look at their captain, he didn't perform at all in the team competition."

"That's because his teammates are too outstanding. If you were next to Chen Guan and An Changqing, you wouldn't have stood out either. But don't forget, Qin Wu is the captain of Huaqing. To hold this position, do you think he's weak?"

A murmur of discussion arose, and countless teasing and curious glances fell upon the man who silently walked toward the arena.

The rest area of ​​Taipei College was quiet.

All the team members stared at their captain's retreating figure, their eyes filled with a last glimmer of hope.

Bai Huanran is their last shred of dignity. If even he loses, then Beishi Academy will truly become a complete joke.

Bai Huanran himself understood this perfectly well.

He could feel the scorching gazes behind him, and he could even recall Yan Feiyan's distraught appearance when she returned to the rest area.

Now, he must personally reclaim something of his own from Huaqing's captain.