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

The motel's corridors were long and dark, the carpets absorbing all sound, with only the faint green light of the distant emergency exit providing dim illumination.

Chen Guan gripped the sickle and walked step by step toward the stairs.

The live chat was flooded with comments.

【Don't force me to beg you, don't go, Brother Guan, there are people everywhere outside.】

Why isn't Long Ao following? Are we just sending him to his death alone?

[It's the same old story again. He has to deal with danger on his own, lacking the protagonist's destiny but getting the protagonist's script, always facing powerful opponents.]

He's just a student, why is everyone staring at him? Is his special ability something that's 100% universally hated?

The scrolling text on the screen brought a steady rise in popularity, which was great. The audience's emotions were spot-on, and the atmosphere built up before the show started was complete.

He didn't take the elevator, but chose the stairwell instead.

This place is more suitable for hiding, more suitable for him.

The hotel lobby was deserted, and the chair at the front desk was overturned on the floor, indicating that the staff on duty had received prior notice and fled.

Chen Guan pushed open the glass door, and a gust of cool wind rushed in.

Across the street, three dark figures emerged from the alley, their positions spread out, effectively blocking the hotel entrance.

They weren't wearing masks, but their clothing bore the symbol of flesh and blood.

"The item is on you." One of the bald men, who seemed to be the leader, spoke up, licking his lips and greedily scanning Chen Guan's body. "Hand it over, and we'll give you a quick death."

Chen Guan didn't speak, but simply took out his sickle and held it horizontally in front of him.

"court death!"

The bald man lost his patience and waved his hand, and his two companions behind him rushed forward at the same time.

Chen Guan's spiritual power quietly dissipated.

The newly added points made him more adept at controlling illusions; while not a game-changer, they were enough for him.

The scene before the two people at the very front changed.

Chen Guan, who was standing still, suddenly blurred and split into four, slashing at them from four different directions with scythes.

"Illusion! Be careful!"

The two quickly parried each other's attacks, with two of them even targeting each other's vital points.

What they saw was a phantom of the coffin.

puff.

The sound of a knife cutting into flesh.

A believer stared in disbelief at the dagger plunged into his abdomen; the one holding the knife was his companion.

His companion was also staring in horror at the person who had pierced his shoulder.

The real coffin had appeared before the bald man.

The bald man's pupils contracted, and he crossed his arms to protect his chest. The flesh beneath his skin writhed and swelled up instantly.

boom!

The back of the sickle struck his arm with a dull thud.

The bald man took a few steps back, his arms numb and his bones groaning. He stared at Chen Guan in horror. How could this kid carrying a coffin be so strong? Wasn't he an illusionist?

Chen Guan gave him no time to think. He turned around, and his scythe drew an arc, striking the back of the neck of the other two cultists who were still struggling in their hallucinations.

Without uttering a sound, the two collapsed to the ground and went to see their great-grandmother.

"You..." The bald man looked at his fallen companions, cold sweat beading on his forehead. He realized he had kicked a hornet's nest.

The bald man couldn't hide the horror in his eyes.

How could an illusionist possess such power and speed? The intelligence is completely wrong.

Chen Guan didn't give him a chance to sort out his thoughts. He pushed off with his feet, gliding along the ground, and thrust the hilt of his knife straight at his opponent's lower body.

This attack was swift and insidious, completely unlike his previous style.

[Wow, that's a really dirty playing style, but I love it.]

This is real combat! There are no fancy tricks; a single, fatal blow is the only way to win.

Its popularity has increased slightly again.

Chen Guan remained completely calm; the essence of martial arts is to defeat the enemy in the least strenuous way.

The bald man reacted quickly, forcefully twisting his body and raising his knee to block.

Bang!

His knee collided with the knife hilt, and he groaned as his entire leg went numb.

Using the force of the recoil, Chen Guan twisted his body in mid-air, the scythe rising with it, the cold blade slicing past the bald man's neck.

A strand of hair fell down.

The bald man's hair stood on end, and he dared not move. A chill ran down his neck, and he had no doubt that if the other man used just a little more force on his wrist, his head would be separated from his body.

"I'd like to know all the details about the promotion ceremony."

Chen Guan's voice was very calm, revealing no emotion.

"I...I don't know anything!" the bald man shouted, his voice trembling with fear.

Is your level too low?

The hand holding the sickle pressed down slightly.

laugh.

A thin line of blood appeared on the bald man's neck, not deep, but enough for him to feel the approach of death.

"I'll ask again: location, time, number of participants, and the leader's strength."

"Kill me! The cult leader will avenge me!" the bald man gritted his teeth, trying to show his loyalty.

Chen Guan put away his sickle.

The bald man was taken aback, thinking that the other party had been intimidated by his backbone, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

The next second, Chen Guan kicked him in the back of the knee.

Click.

The crisp sound of bones breaking was especially clear in the quiet night.

The bald man screamed and fell to his knees, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat.

Chen Guan looked down at him, pointing the tip of his sickle at his other intact leg.

"The last three seconds."

[Ruthless, so ruthless! Coffin Bro's decisive and ruthless manner is so cool.]

This is the true mark of a strong person: showing no mercy to one's enemies.

He must be so worried about the person in the coffin. This is the first time they've been separated for so long, that's why he's so anxious and wants to resolve the issue as quickly as possible. Our Little Coffin Brother is usually the gentlest of all.

Chen Guan glanced at the comments and highly praised the viewers' ability to fill in the blanks.

"I'll talk! I'll talk!" The bald man completely broke down.

Physical pain is far more agonizing than the threat of death.

"The ceremony will be held in three days at the Queen's Casino, which is one of our strongholds. The leader is Lord Blood Butcher, who is at the eighth level. He will bring twenty core followers to the ceremony, all of whom are at the sixth level."

After speaking, the bald man cautiously tried to observe Chen Guan's expression.

However, before he could even see that face, he had already seen his own shoes.

With the head falling to the ground, Chen Guan showed no hesitation and turned to leave.