Chen Guan VS Long Ao

Friday afternoon, practical combat training class.

This class was about sparring exercises. Li Yan called roll one by one, assigning opponents to each other. Chen Guan originally thought he would be facing his old rival Wang Hanyue again, but to his surprise, a name he had never expected came out of the instructor's mouth.

Group nine, Chen Guan versus Long Ao.

As Li Yan's emotionless voice faded, the eyes of the entire class immediately turned toward their direction.

Chen Guan: ???

Me fighting Long Ao? Are you kidding me?

He was naturally the most surprised. To hide the fact that he was improving too quickly, Chen Guan had kept his grades more or less the same as before, hovering at the bottom of the class. No matter how you looked at it, it shouldn't be his turn to fight Long Ao.

Chen Guan.

Long Ao stood before him with his arms crossed. His crimson hair was particularly striking under the training ground's lights. An empty space had automatically cleared around him, and many students were secretly glancing their way.

Ranked second in the grade and hailing from a prominent family, he was the school's famous aloof idol. However, he rarely showed anyone a friendly face.

Let's fight. Long Ao was concise, his eyes filled with an undisguised desire to challenge.

Ever since returning from the Misty Villa, the way Long Ao looked at Chen Guan had changed. The initial contempt was gone, replaced by a sense of recognition, and even guilt.

Chen Guan put down the blunt training scythe in his hand and looked at Long Ao. Although he didn't understand why Li Yan would arrange such a match, he had no room to refuse.

Alright. Chen Guan nodded.

Low murmurs immediately broke out around them.

Isn't Chen Guan dead last? I heard he was specially recruited into Tianshu class, otherwise he might not have even made it into Tianxuan.

What is Mr. Li Yan thinking? Can Chen Guan handle this? Long Ao is second in the Tianshu class...

Amidst the chorus of doubt, Wang Hanyue's face turned red as he argued with them, insisting that Chen Guan was not dead last.

Zhou Dun tugged at his hem. Say less, Hanyue. Doubts are shattered with strength, not words.

Sun Miao agreed with Zhou Dun and whispered, Yeah, arguing with them is useless. The right to speak rests solely on one's fists.

Li Muxue covered her mouth and chuckled, Sister Qingyin, what do you think?

Zhao Qingyin glanced at An Changqing, whose expression remained unchanged on the other side. Hiding the emotions in her eyes, she simply said flatly, We won't know the outcome until they fight.

The smile on Li Muxue's lips faded slightly; Zhao Qingyin's answer was unexpected.

Long Ao's strength was obvious to all of them. It should have been a match with no suspense, but since Zhao Qingyin said that, it meant... Coffin Boy had some tricks up his sleeve?

Li Muxue stood still with great interest, observing the two who had already stepped onto the stage.

At this moment, the two stepped onto the arena and took their positions.

Chen Guan didn't speak; he just tightened his grip on his scythe.

Begin!

Long Ao let out a low shout, and his figure vanished instantly. The next moment, he appeared at Chen Guan's side, throwing a punch straight at his ribs. Crimson aura brought with it a scorching wind pressure.

So fast.

Chen Guan's pupils shrank slightly. The effect of his Gale Boots activated subconsciously, sliding him backward and to the side. At the same time, he swung his scythe upward, trying to parry the punch.

Bang!

Fist and blade clashed, producing a dull thud.

Chen Guan's arm went numb, and his scythe was knocked away. Long Ao's fist only deflected slightly, its remaining momentum grazing his waist. A burnt smell instantly wafted from his clothes.

The gap in strength was too great. Under these circumstances, meeting force with force was no longer suitable.

Chen Guan used the momentum to drift backward. At the same time, his spiritual energy quietly surged, and his Illusionist abilities began to take effect.

Visual misdirection.

In Long Ao's line of sight, Chen Guan's retreating figure suddenly blurred, as if splitting into two, scattering to the left and right.

Hmm? Long Ao's offense paused slightly, a red glint flashing in his eyes. Cheap tricks!

He didn't even bother to distinguish them, charging straight at the Chen Guan whose aura felt stronger, his punch even fiercer.

However, the moment his fist touched it, that Chen Guan shattered and dissipated like a bubble.

It was an illusion!

The real Chen Guan had already taken advantage of the moment he was distracted by the illusion to circle to his rear flank. The scythe swept toward his lower body with a howling wind.

Long Ao reacted extremely fast. Stomping his left foot hard on the ground, he forcefully halted his forward momentum. Using his left foot as a pivot, his body spun rapidly, and his right leg swept backward like a steel whip, colliding with the scythe.

Bang!

Chen Guan was knocked back once again, the webbing between his thumb and forefinger numb. But Long Ao also frowned. The momentary illusion interference just now had indeed caused a delay in his judgment. Although the impact was minor, in a duel between experts, it was often fatal.

Interesting. Long Ao licked his lips, his previous guilt completely replaced by a will to fight. Again!

He was no longer in a hurry to force close combat. Instead, he consciously began to use the wind from his punches to create long-range suppression while carefully observing Chen Guan's movements.

Chen Guan's pressure sharply increased. Long Ao's combat intuition was terrifying. His superficial application of Illusionist skills could hardly achieve miraculous results anymore; he could only occasionally create minor interference to buy a moment of respite.

Most of his energy was spent dodging Long Ao's stormy attacks, barely holding on by relying on his improved agility and physical combat skills.

On the arena, the crimson aura and the gray figure constantly intersected, the sound of clashing metal ringing out incessantly.

Chen Guan was completely on the defensive. His occasional counterattacks were easily neutralized by Long Ao, but he was incredibly resilient. Although he was swept by the punch winds a few times and grimaced in pain, he never fell, let alone surrendered.

Chen Guan has actually held on for this long?

His footwork seems much more agile than before?

What was that? Did Long Ao miss just now?

It seems Chen Guan used some kind of interference ability? His spiritual energy fluctuations seem a bit weird...

More and more students gathered to watch, and even some upperclassmen were attracted over. The thing Chinese people love most is watching a spectacle, and even at Huaqing, it was no exception.

An Changqing and Su Yuehe stood by the arena watching the fight. An Changqing watched closely, a thoughtful look occasionally flashing in his eyes. Su Yuehe, on the other hand, quietly cheered for Chen Guan, completely forgetting that she and Long Ao were also old acquaintances.

His way of using spiritual energy is very special, An Changqing whispered to Su Yuehe. It's not like the common telekinesis or mental shock; it's probably oriented towards illusions.

Su Yuehe nodded. I felt it. It's a very subtle fluctuation. If I wasn't sensitive to spiritual energy, I probably wouldn't have noticed it.

Confusion flashed across her face. What exactly is Chen Guan's ability?

Mythology type, enhancement type, life type, special type... and now there's the added option of a mental type.

Is he even human?

On the arena, Chen Guan's breathing grew heavier, and his spiritual energy was depleting rapidly. He knew that if he continued defending passively like this, defeat was only a matter of time.

He had to create an opportunity.

He deliberately exposed a flaw, slowing his movements by half a beat. This trick of luring the enemy in never failed. Sure enough, Long Ao seized the opportunity, throwing a heavy punch straight at his center.