Frustrated Liu Feiyu

"Hahaha, is that all you've got?" Seeing this, Liu Feiyu burst into triumphant laughter. "Get him! Teach this arrogant brat a good lesson and snatch that coffin for me. I want to see exactly what's inside it."

At his command, his lackeys immediately sprang into action.

Another tall and thin lackey stepped forward with a sinister smile. The ten fingers on his hands became unusually long and sharp, gleaming with a metallic cold light. Like ten short swords, they silently thrust toward Chen Guan's vital areas at his waist and abdomen with incredible speed and at a tricky angle.

Attacking from the front and back, the short and stout lackey also lunged forward again, blocking Chen Guan's retreat.

At this critical moment, Chen Guan instead calmed down completely. Backed against a large tree with nowhere to dodge, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Since he couldn't dodge...

Then he would meet force with force.

Let's see whose is harder!

Instead of retreating, he faced the sharp fingers thrusting from the tall and thin lackey and suddenly took a half step forward. At the same time, he turned his body slightly, using the heavy Black Iron Coffin on his back like a shield, fiercely meeting both the heavy punch smashing in from the short and stout lackey on his flank and the sharp fingers piercing from the tall and thin lackey in front.

Using his body as bait, and the coffin as a shield.

"You're courting death!"

Seeing this, the short and stout lackey grinned even more fiercely. A bright earthen-yellow light erupted on his fist as he smashed it toward the coffin with all his might. He was confident that this punch was enough to crack monuments and shatter rocks; even if this coffin was made of metal, he would smash a dent into it.

He clearly didn't have a good eye for things, thinking Chen Guan's actions were pure madness.

The tall and thin lackey was equally dismissive. His sharp fingers stabbed toward the side of the coffin without hesitation, attempting to pierce right through it to show off in front of his boss.

Clang!

Screech!

Two completely different loud noises erupted almost simultaneously.

The short and stout lackey's fist smashed solidly against the wall of the Black Iron Coffin. There was no sound of metal deforming as he had imagined. Instead, a dull, loud boom rang out, like a bell being struck. He only felt an irresistible rebounding force surge back. His fist throbbed with excruciating pain, and his entire arm instantly went numb. With a miserable shriek, he stumbled backward, his fist torn open and dripping with blood.

The tall and thin lackey's sharp fingers pierced against the coffin wall, emitting a teeth-setting screech of friction as sparks flew. His fingertips, capable of piercing ordinary steel plates, were as fragile as toothpicks in the face of the ten-thousand-year Black Iron. His ten fingers instantly snapped and twisted. Howling in agony, he fell to his knees, clutching his hands.

Two wails of pain echoed one after the other.

Meanwhile, the other main character, the Black Iron Coffin, remained completely motionless, without even a single scratch on it.

The smile on Liu Feiyu's face instantly froze, turning into unbelievable horror.

Wait, is this thing actually Black Iron?

Running around carrying a Black Iron coffin, is this guy even human?

Chen Guan, however, used the rebounding force from the short and stout lackey's punch to smoothly dart out from behind the coffin. Like a ghost, he instantly closed in on Liu Feiyu, who was standing frozen in shock.

Watch my close-quarters combat!

An elbow strike to the ribs, a knee to the lower abdomen, a knife-hand chop to the neck.

A series of dull striking sounds rang out like popping beans. The popularity points that had just increased to 500 were exchanged by him for 0.5 strength attributes, making him even more formidable.

Chen Guan pushed his techniques to the limit, growing braver as he fought. His movements were swift and ruthless, every move targeting the body's vulnerable spots, yet cleverly controlled so as not to cause fatal injuries.

Getting into fights at school could be excused as sparring, but if he hit too ruthlessly, he'd be looking at disciplinary action or even expulsion.

Liu Feiyu never expected his two lackeys to be crippled in an instant, much less that Chen Guan's counterattack would be so swift and fierce. His own strength wasn't that of a master anyway; it was mostly built up through his family background and resources.

Moreover, he neglected close-quarters combat practice. Caught completely off guard at this moment, he only had time to let out a short cry of pain before being beaten into a defenseless pulp by Chen Guan's combo.

He collapsed to the ground like a torn sack, curling his body and groaning in pain, his face covered in snot and tears. There was not a trace left of his earlier arrogance.

The entire process took no more than a dozen seconds.

On the tree-lined path, only painful groans and heavy panting remained. Of the two lackeys, one was clutching his hands and screaming, while the other held his arm and wailed. Liu Feiyu was paralyzed on the ground, snot and tears streaming down his face, looking utterly pathetic.

Chen Guan stood among them, panting slightly. His left arm was still a bit numb, but his eyes were as cold as blades. He slowly walked over to Liu Feiyu and crouched down.

Liu Feiyu shivered all over in fear, screaming with false bravado, "You... you dare hit me?! Do you know who I am?! The Liu family won't let you off!"

Chen Guan looked at him expressionlessly. Reaching out, he gently patted his cheek, which was covered in dirt and tears. The force wasn't heavy, but it carried an absolute sense of humiliation.

"The Liu family?" Chen Guan's voice was completely calm, yet it made Liu Feiyu feel a chill shoot straight from the soles of his feet to the top of his skull. "Here, you are just a student, and I am your classmate."

"Your dad can't control the school, and he certainly can't control me."

He stood up, no longer looking at the three people on the ground who resembled stray dogs. He shouldered the Black Iron Coffin, which was still as clean as new without a single white mark, and turned around, continuing toward the library. His back was straight, exuding a sense of indifference.

This minor interlude couldn't disrupt his original plans.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled shadows on him as his long shadow gradually disappeared at the end of the road.

Seeing Chen Guan walk away, Liu Feiyu dropped his pathetic act, and a slight smile crossed his face instead.

[So freaking cool!!! Coffin Bro is mighty!]

[That was so satisfying, I've hated this kid for a long time.]

[Liu Feiyu deserved it. Let's see if he dares to show off in the future.]

[The coffin's defense is too insane. Those two lackeys' attacks were useless.]

[That smile from Liu Feiyu is so weird. I feel like he did it on purpose...]

The bullet screen completely boiled over, and the popularity points skyrocketed. The occasional comment defending Liu Feiyu was quickly drowned out by the crowd.

Chen Guan looked at the intact Black Iron Coffin behind him and felt the numbness in his left arm. He didn't feel much joy of victory in his heart; instead, he grew more vigilant.

Liu Feiyu was nothing to worry about, but the Liu family behind him and the potential troubles this might trigger were what needed caution. Today was just a small test; the real storm might still be yet to come.

But, so what?

He gripped the straps on his shoulders tightly, his footsteps steady.

Whatever comes, he would face it.

As long as he had enough screen time, he could quickly become stronger.

Become stronger than anyone else.

Behind him, Liu Feiyu had already wiped the smile from his face, turning to glare hatefully in the direction Chen Guan left. Just as he was about to spout some tough words to his lackeys, a figure in white blocked his view.

"Liu Feiyu, you went too far."

The voice wasn't loud, but it echoed like thunder in his ears.

Terrified, he looked up, meeting a pair of cold blue eyes.

"An... An Changqing, don't meddle..."

"Ah!"

A miserable scream interrupted his trembling words. He turned around to find that his two little lackeys had already fallen into Long Ao's hands, being lifted up by him, one in each hand.

His movements were anything but gentle, and he intentionally or unintentionally pressed on their wounds.

Liu Feiyu's threat caught in his throat. Meeting An Changqing's blue eyes—usually mild but now harboring an unquestionable, oppressive authority—and seeing the violent scene nearby of Long Ao dangling his two lackeys like baby chicks, his arrogant bluster was instantly extinguished.