The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

[It's finally here! The battle of the century! Mars collides with Earth!]

I bet on Coffin Bro to win; his cheat codes aren't even finished yet.

[It's hard to say. Hiiragi Seihachi clearly held back in the last match. He definitely has more than just the Wind and Thunder Demon King. The most annoying tactic for Onmyoji is swarm tactics.]

[Attack quickly! I can't wait!]

The referee looked at the two people in front of him and felt an inexplicable pressure. He took a deep breath, raised his arm high with unprecedented tension, and suddenly chopped down.

"The match begins!"

As the words fell silent, Hiiragi Seibo smiled, a bright smile that inexplicably carried a sinister feeling.

"Chen Guan, thank you very much."

He unfolded his pure white folding fan, his tone calm: "If it weren't for you, I would probably still be indulging in the empty title of chief. You made me realize that in this world, there will always be opponents worth conquering."

"In return, I will show you the true essence of Kamiya Academy's Onmyōdō, and show you what... the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons is all about."

Before he finished speaking, he used the rib of his folding fan to cut a deep gash in the palm of his left hand, and bright red blood gushed out instantly, staining the pure white fan surface in a shocking way.

Without pausing, he used blood as ink and a fan as paper, which was already smeared with blood, clearly having learned his lesson and prepared in advance.

He slammed the folding fan, completely soaked in blood, into the alloy floor beneath his feet.

The light in the arena was forcibly pulled away, and the ground, centered on Hiiragi Seihachi, turned into a bottomless black swamp. The huge torii gate that had appeared in the previous battle rose up from the swamp once again.

But this time, the massive torii gate opened completely to both sides with a tooth-grinding scraping sound.

Behind the door, countless pairs of eyes shone with scarlet, eerie green, and deathly white light.

The next moment, the ghost tide arrived.

First to charge out were hundreds of shadow wolves, followed closely by ghoul warriors wielding broken weapons and wearing rotten armor.

The sky was obscured by bizarre bird-like creatures with wingspans exceeding five meters, emitting piercing shrieks as they circled, waiting for their chance to pounce.

This is just the appetizer.

After the low-level shikigami surged out like a tide, twelve enormous figures exuding terrifying pressure stepped out one by one from the torii gate with earth-shaking strides.

The Wind and Thunder Demon King, with a blue face and fangs, wielding a spiked club.

An Asura with six arms and four faces, each hand wielding a different weapon.

The Snow Woman Queen, whose entire body is engulfed in pale flames, freezes the air wherever she goes.

A skeleton monarch composed of countless bones, wielding a giant bone scythe.

Twelve infamous demon king-level shikigami, renowned for their ferocity in mythology, surrounded Hiiragi Seiba in the center, like the most loyal royal guard. The aura of each of them was no weaker than that of the Wind and Thunder Demon King, who had been fiercely defeated by Marcus in the previous battle.

This is equivalent to twelve drug-addicted versions of Marcus, standing on the opposite side of Chen Guan.

The entire arena was transformed into a demonic inferno at that moment.

In the stands, all the students, including the teachers who considered themselves well-informed, stood up in shock. They stared blankly at this army of demons and gods, capable of easily flattening a small city.

"This...this is a student-level battle?"

"Are you kidding me?! One person summoned an army?"

"Is Hiiragi Seihachi a monster? How does he control so many powerful shikigami?"

In the rest area of ​​Taipei Academy, Bai Huanran watched this scene, and the last bit of resentment in his eyes turned into bitter ashes.

His prized water magic was as fragile as a joke in the face of this army of demons and gods.

Of the four captains, he seemed to be at the bottom again, and even Qin Wu only managed to win by relying on a lack of intelligence.

On the Huaqing Academy side, An Changqing's hand was already firmly gripping the sword hilt, his face devoid of any gentleness, only showing unprecedented solemnity.

"This is troublesome."

Su Yuehe's expression also turned solemn. She could sense that the twelve ghost kings exuded an aura comparable to that of a seventh or eighth-level expert.

What does this mean? This is no longer a duel; this is a war.

"Classmate Chen Guan."

Surrounded by the twelve ghost kings and the endless ghost tide, Hiiragi Seiba, like an emperor inspecting his army, pointed to the completely surrounded Chen coffin with a confident smile on his face.

"Now, can you still be as calm as before?"

"My legion will crush you, along with your coffin, into dust."

"I said I would avenge myself."

As he finished speaking, he gently waved the folding fan in his hand.

"Let's go."

"roar!"

The deafening roar instantly drowned out all other sounds in the arena.

Shadow wolves, corpse demons, and bird demons surged towards that lonely figure from all directions like a floodgate being opened.

The sky was shrouded in the shadow of the bird demons, the ground was filled with the torrent of corpse demons, and the twelve ghost kings, with heavy steps, like twelve moving mountains, slowly pressed down with the power to destroy the world.

This is a deadly trap, a flawless death cage built with absolute quantity and quality.

However, faced with this overwhelming encirclement, Chen Guan in the center of the cage took out his scythe, gripped it with both hands, and charged towards the Snow Maiden King, whose body was engulfed in pale flames, who was closest to him.

laugh.

The black scythe drew an arc, slicing open the neck of a shadow wolf that lunged forward.

The severed shadow wolf did not dissipate into shadow; instead, its body deflated rapidly like a punctured balloon, and a barely perceptible wisp of black energy was drawn into the blade along its edge.

Chen Guan's steps did not falter in the slightest.

He was like a farmer walking through a wheat field, his huge sickle creating waves of black wheat with each swing.

Countless ghouls and shadow wolves fell around him, their bodies instantly drained of all energy, turning into pure black mist, which was then devoured by the insatiable scythe.

The originally black and ancient scythe began to show an eerie dark red luster on its blade after devouring hundreds of shikigami.

"A dying struggle."

Hiiragi Seiba watched this scene with a gentle smile on his face.

He didn't care about the losses of those low-level shikigami; they were just cannon fodder, tools used to deplete the enemy's stamina.

Those cannon fodder will return to the torii gate after they die, and he can summon them back at any time if he wants.

The real main course is the Twelve Demon Kings.

"Let's do it."

The moment he had a thought, the six-armed, four-faced Asura Demon King was the first to attack.

Six arms simultaneously wielded knives, spears, swords, halberds, axes, and battle-axes, transforming into an impenetrable net of death blades that descended upon Chen's coffin.