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And what about yourself?

Bai Huanran's gaze unconsciously bypassed the frenzied Nakamura Yu and landed on the rest area of ​​Huaqing Academy.

He saw An Changqing's solemn face and Su Yuehe's gentle eyes.

Finally, his gaze fell on that person.

Chen Guan remained leaning back in his chair, his eyes closed, oblivious to everything around him.

Yes, it has nothing to do with him.

Our struggles and resentments, our glory and shame, are perhaps not even a ripple in his world; they are nothing more than the worries of a mediocre person.

Bai Huanran suddenly smiled. He supported himself on the ground, slowly stood up, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He looked at Nakamura Yu, who had rushed forward again, and the confusion in his eyes faded away at that moment, replaced by an unprecedented calm.

Whether I become a champion or a laughingstock, I will ultimately walk my own path.

"Water and sky, just a line apart."

Bai Huanran's voice was soft, yet it carried a resolute determination to sever all ties.

He extended two fingers and gently drew a line in front of him.

A thin, condensed line of water, as thin as a cicada's wing, appeared silently between him and Nakamura Yu.

Nakamura Yuzuru's body suddenly froze. He looked down at the bloodstain that had appeared out of nowhere on his chest and was rapidly expanding.

The rage in his eyes receded like the tide, and he opened his mouth, only to spit out a mouthful of blood.

boom.

Nakamura Yu's body fell straight backward, hitting the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Bai Huanran stood still, looking down at his hands.

It turns out he wasn't weak either.

"The winner is Bai Huanran from Taipei City College."

The referee's voice rang out.

The entire venue remained silent.

This brief and abrupt battle caused no ripples, like the ocean swallowing a pebble without even a sound.

Bai Huanran turned around and walked off the field step by step.

When he returned to the rest area, Yan Feiyan greeted him and handed him a bottle of water.

"you……"

"I'm fine."

Bai Huanran took the water; his hand was steady, and his voice was steady as well.

"I've just come to realize that some mountains are not meant to be climbed, but to be looked up to."

As he spoke, his gaze returned to the figure with eyes closed, seemingly resting.

"All we need to do is walk our own path well."

"Competitions are not just about winning."

Yan Feiyan looked at him, at his eyes that had regained their luster, and remained silent for a long time before finally nodding.

An Changqing took in all of this from the rest area of ​​Huaqing College.

He suddenly spoke softly to Su Yuehe beside him.

"Yuehe, tell me, will an existence like Chen Guan crush our era, or... force us into a completely new era?"

Su Yuehe did not answer, but just looked at him quietly. In her clear eyes, she saw An Changqing's profile, which was burning with flames like never before.

In the following matches, everyone watched with a distracted mind.

When the final match ended, the list of the top sixteen was finalized on the huge holographic screen, with the portraits of the qualifiers shining above.

On the podium, An Changsong looked at the list and rubbed his temples wearily.

He stood up, and his voice was broadcast throughout the venue via the public address system.

Congratulations to the sixteen contestants who have successfully advanced to the top sixteen.

"Given the intensity of the schedule and the fact that the venue... requires more thorough maintenance, there will be a day off tomorrow."

"The quarterfinals will begin promptly at 9:00 AM the day after tomorrow."

After making the announcement, he hurriedly left the podium, his back view showing a hint of panic.

As he left, the audience began to leave one after another, and the entire arena finally gradually regained its vitality from that suffocating atmosphere.

The rest area of ​​Huaqing College.

"Let's go back."

An Changqing stood up. He glanced at Chen Guan, who was still resting with his eyes closed, and then at Su Yuehe and Shan Heng beside him.

"Senior Qin Wu and Long Ao should have finished their checks by now. Let's go check on them."

……

Medical center.

The corridor was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant. They quickly found Qin Wu's ward, and as soon as they opened the door, a strong smell of medicine hit them.

Qin Wu was leaning against the hospital bed. When he saw everyone come in, he greeted them with a smile: "Oh, everyone's here."

Long Ao was also there, sitting in the chair next to him.

"Senior Qin Wu, how are you feeling?"

An Changqing was the first to ask a question.

"He won't die."

Qin Wu waved his hand dismissively, his gaze falling on Chen Guan, his eyes full of undisguised mockery.

"The competition's over? I can still feel the ground shaking while I'm lying here. That was quite a commotion. What, did you tear down the arena?"

No, not at all.

Chen Guan naturally denied it outright, but looking at the engineering drones outside that were urgently repairing the site, he couldn't help feeling a little guilty.

An Changqing took the initiative to continue the conversation: "This match is between Chen Guan and Hiiragi Qingbai."

"Hiiragi Seihachi used the Hyakki Yagyō (Night Parade of One Hundred Demons)."

Qin Wu asked with great interest, "That guy's trump card was indeed a big problem, and then, you won?"

His second half of the question was directed at Chen Guan's retreating figure.

An Changqing paused, as if he was choosing his words carefully, his expression revealing an indescribable strangeness.

"It can't be called a victory... It should be said that Hiiragi Seihachi's Hyakki Yagyō (Night Parade of One Hundred Demons) was deleted with a single click."

"delete?"

Qin Wu was stunned on the spot, clearly unable to process the word immediately. This wasn't computer software; how could it be deleted?

"What do you mean? It's been scattered? Wasn't he supposed to be able to summon infinitely?"

"It's not about breaking it up."

Su Yuehe's voice rang out softly, helping to explain: "It was the very foundation of his ability to summon shikigami that was wiped out from the root. None of his shikigami were able to return to the torii gate."

Qin Wu was completely dumbfounded.

A dozen seconds later, he suddenly burst into a violent cough, because laughing too hard had aggravated the serious injury to his lungs.

Qin Wu coughed and laughed wildly, tears streaming down his face.

"Cleared out? Good thing! Haha! That guy named Hiiragi Seihachi, he's lost everything now!"

Adhering to the principle of gloating, Qin Wu was naturally overjoyed.

"Well, actually I didn't delete it, I just uninstalled the software and threw it in the recycle bin. It's back now."

Chen Guan himself picked up the conversation, because his final strike had freed all the souls within the scythe, so Hiiragi Seiba's shikigami had all returned to his hands.

Perhaps he was too saddened to notice this at the time; it was Chen Guan who discovered it after inspecting the sickle himself.

This wasn't a bad deal; it's still a valuable experience that can be reused.