Amid the frenzy of the barrage of comments, Chen Guan raised the trophy that belonged to the champion.
Flashes went off wildly, capturing the moment.
Yet there was no joy on Chen Guan’s face, as one would expect from a victor.
He was still pondering what Su Jin’s words meant.
…
Half an hour later, in the Huaqing Academy lounge.
“Uh, well… Champion, we’re champions!”
Qin Wu tried to break the strange atmosphere. He slapped Chen Guan on the shoulder and forced a dry grin.
“Brother Guan, that last move of yours was way too brutal. You just… did that to Yuehe and she—she’s all right, isn’t she?”
“I went to check on her.”
An Changqing walked in from outside. “The doctor said Yuehe only used up too much mental power and suffered a severe mental shock. She fell into a protective sleep and will be fine after resting for a few days.”
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they heard that.
“That’s good. That’s good.”
Qin Wu nodded repeatedly, then leaned over to Chen Guan and asked in a low voice, his face alight with curiosity,
“Come on, Old Guan, tell us honestly. What exactly did you do at the end? How did she just collapse like that? Was it some incredibly advanced illusion technique?”
Everyone’s ears perked up, ready to hear Chen Guan explain the Burning Art.
They all wanted to know what had really happened during that silent confrontation.
“Yeah. It was a very complicated illusion.”
Chen Guan answered briefly, offering no further explanation.
An Changqing did not press him. He merely sighed. “The chairwoman has already taken Yuehe back.”
He walked up to Chen Guan, his expression more solemn than it had ever been. “However, she asked me to pass on a message.”
“What message?”
“She said she doesn’t want to see you standing on humanity’s opposing side on the battlefields of the future.”
An Changqing repeated the words one by one.
As soon as he finished, the smile on Qin Wu’s face visibly collapsed, while Long Ao’s brows drew tightly together.
Everyone present understood the weight of those words.
“W-what does that mean?”
Qin Wu was utterly confused. Why was she suddenly making threats out of nowhere?
It couldn’t possibly be because of what happened to Su Yuehe. The chairwoman wouldn’t abuse her authority over a single match.
An Changqing shook his head, his expression grave as well.
“I don’t know. She didn’t say anything else. She only told me to pass on the message.”
He looked at Chen Guan, unable to hide the concern in his eyes. “Chen Guan, it may not be my place to say this, but I still want to remind you: the chairwoman never says things without meaning.”
“Your power may have already touched upon some kind of taboo.”
Chen Guan said nothing. He simply lowered his head and stared at the championship medal hanging around his neck, his fingers gently rubbing the cold metal surface.
A taboo.
Of course he knew that he himself was a taboo.
That Su Jin had sensed it was beyond his expectations. What puzzled him was that she had merely issued a warning instead of killing him on the spot.
“What are you afraid of?” Chen Guan finally stopped mulling it over and spoke. “I’m not planning to destroy the world, and I don’t have the ability to do that anyway.”
He raised his head and glanced over the various expressions in the lounge. Then the corner of his mouth twitched as he deliberately put on a relaxed air.
“I’m the champion. What are all of you so nervous about?”
“I…”
Qin Wu opened and closed his mouth, unable to say a word.
That was true. Chen Guan was the one being watched by the chairwoman, yet he looked more relaxed than anyone else.
That carefree calm only made everyone around him feel even more uneasy.
“All right, the competition’s over. Pack up. We’re getting ready to head back. The school should have a reward waiting for us, and that’s what I’m really interested in.”
His greedy, money-minded attitude finally eased some of the tension in the room.
An Changqing shook his head with a bitter smile and stopped trying to persuade him.
He knew that when Chen Guan made up his mind, no one could change it.
They could only wait until they returned to the school and deal with things one step at a time.
There had originally been a third round, but too many people had been injured this time. With every faction short-handed, An Changsong had made the final decision to cancel it and use the results of the first two rounds as the final standings.
The outcome was naturally without suspense: Huaqing took first place, North City came in second as it had for countless years, Zero placed third, and Divine Valley finished at the bottom.
That night, in the Huaqing Academy dormitory.
Chen Guan returned to his single room and casually tossed the championship medal onto the table.
Qin Wu and the others were still downstairs, arguing about going out for a second-round victory banquet. An Changqing had declined, saying that he wanted to be alone for a while. Chen Guan knew that he was probably worried about Su Yuehe.
He walked to the window, looked down at the figures below, and activated the White Tiger summoner.
Before long, White Tiger’s unmistakably lazy voice came through.
“Well, well, Champion. What brings you to call me? I figured you’d be too busy drowning in flowers and applause to bother with coworkers like us who have to stay out of sight.”
Chen Guan ignored the teasing. “I won the championship.”
“I know, I know.” White Tiger yawned. He sounded completely indifferent to the result. “I watched the whole thing, too. Just as expected. Nothing special.”
After that brief exchange, Chen Guan got straight to the point.
“Chairwoman Su Jin came to see me afterward.”
White Tiger clearly paused on the other end. Most of the laziness drained from his voice.
“Oh? What did she say? Threaten you? Or did she say she was acting in the name of humanity’s justice and would eliminate you on the spot?”
“Nothing like that.” Chen Guan recalled Su Jin’s eyes, which had revealed no emotion. “She asked An Changqing to pass on a message.”
“She said she doesn’t want to see me standing on humanity’s opposing side on the battlefields of the future.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the relaxed, teasing atmosphere vanished without a trace. Chen Guan could not even hear White Tiger breathing.
A full half-minute passed before White Tiger spoke again. His laziness had disappeared completely, replaced by a seriousness Chen Guan had never heard from him before.
“Now, tell me everything you used in the finals. Every method. Especially the move that knocked Su Yuehe unconscious at the end. Don’t leave out a single detail.”
Chen Guan raised an eyebrow but did as he was told.
He briefly described the process: summoning the resentment of the defeated, then borrowing Baal’s power to overwhelm Su Yuehe’s mental defenses with a torrent of memories.
“…That’s more or less what happened. I used an illusion to make her lose herself in an enormous amount of information. Her mind couldn’t bear the load, so she passed out.”
“Heh.”
White Tiger let out a dry laugh. “Kid, you’re pretty bold.”
“Forget An Changsong. The others don’t matter either. But you absolutely have to watch out for Su Jin.”
“That woman is extraordinarily sensitive to demons—sensitive to a terrifying degree.”
“She isn’t making a move against you right now for three reasons. First, you’re still Chen Guan, Huaqing’s prodigy and humanity’s future. She has no reason to act against you. Second, she isn’t confident that she could eliminate Baal completely. And third, your relationships are far too complicated. That would make things troublesome.”
“So she gave you a warning—and a choice.”
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