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

The longsword in his hand condensed into a real meteor, compressed to its limit, trailing a tail of light that could burn everything, and crashed down on Su Yuehe below.

This sword strike locked onto space, time, and even cause and effect.

This was An Changqing's most glorious and peak strike after he had mastered his swordsmanship and supernatural abilities to the extreme.

Faced with this unavoidable and unstoppable attack, Su Yuehe revealed a serene smile.

This was the moment she had been waiting for.

She slowly raised her hand, her fair fingertips pointing towards the falling meteor and the radiant figure in mid-air.

Her voice was soft, yet it clearly reached the ears of everyone present and penetrated deep into An Changqing's soul.

"Fall."

It wasn't aimed at that shooting star.

Instead, he looked towards the boundless starry sky behind the meteor, the source of An Changqing's power...

In an instant, An Changqing felt his world collapse.

His connection with the starry sky, that innate, natural connection, was forcibly severed at this moment by an unreasonable will.

The brilliant shooting star that carried all his glory and power suddenly stopped in mid-air.

The light on the sword, which was enough to illuminate everything, dimmed rapidly, like a candle flame that had been extinguished.

An Changqing suddenly lost control of his body and fell helplessly from mid-air.

The longsword, now devoid of all its luster, slipped from his hand and clattered to the ground with a mournful cry.

An invisible force gently supported his falling body.

Su Yuehe stood in front of him, her eyes filled with a mixture of apology and tenderness.

"Changqing, you've lost."

An Changqing stared at her blankly for a long time before a complex, bitter smile appeared on his face.

He lost.

The referee faithfully fulfilled his duty: "Winner, Huaqing College, Su Yuehe."

An Changqing stood up, and the two looked at each other and smiled. In the face of their years of friendship, victory or defeat was insignificant.

Inside the private room, the three men looked utterly dejected.

An Changqing, you're playing me...

In contrast to her, Baihu was all smiles.

"Hmph, don't forget that a bet is a bet." Baihu smiled slyly. He had already received inside information and knew just how ridiculously strong Su Yuehe was now.

Nan Dou glanced at him speechlessly, while Bai Hu remained as bored as ever.

As the person in charge of intelligence, he, like Baihu, already knew the news.

As a member of the Great Wall and a school teacher, Chen Beixuan should know a little bit about it.

Clearly, there was only one Menggu person present, and Santai was set up this time.

……

After a brief period of repairs and cleaning, An Changsong's voice rang out again, pulling everyone's thoughts back to reality.

"The third match of the semi-finals."

The light flowed again on the huge holographic screen, and the two portraits slowly froze.

Zero Academy, Ross.

Huaqing College, Chen Guan.

"boom!"

The whole place erupted in schadenfreude.

The undisputed worst vs. the undisputed strongest – the outcome was already a foregone conclusion in the eyes of the audience.

The luckiest man in this competition has finally met his ultimate boss.

[Ross: I feel like I can still be saved. Chen Guan: No, you can't.]

This is a revenge battle, I bet it'll be over in three seconds.

Three seconds? You look down on Brother Coffin? One second, at most one second. Any more than that is disrespectful to Brother Coffin's professional abilities!

The chat was filled with a cheerful atmosphere, while on the other side, in the rest area of ​​Zero Academy.

Ross looked troubled. He knew he had reached his limit, but he didn't want to face Chen Guan either.

"I'm going."

Rose greeted his teammates and started walking.

On the other side, in the rest area of ​​Huaqing College, Chen Guan stood up from the sofa and walked towards the arena.

The two stood in the center of the field, 100 meters apart.

The referee looked at the two men in front of him, and even he felt a pang of pity when he saw Rose.

He raised his hand and shouted as fast as he could, "The game...begins!"

The moment the words fell, Ross raised his hands.

Countless metallic particles surged out from under the stadium tiles and rapidly converged in front of him.

Before Ross, they coalesced into a line of large, crystal-clear metal characters.

I admit defeat.

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

Inside the VIP box, San Tai had just picked up his wine glass when he saw this scene, and his hand froze, almost spilling the wine.

"This...they've already voted?"

Baihu was also taken aback for a moment, then clapped his hands and laughed: "Haha, interesting, this kid is very smart."

Nandou adjusted his glasses, the data stream beneath the lenses pulsating wildly before finally settling into calm: "With a zero chance of winning, preserving oneself is the optimal solution, to avoid being forced to withdraw from the next match due to serious injury."

On the field, Chen Guan looked at the words and stopped his movement as he was about to swing his sickle.

He looked at Ross across from him, somewhat surprised.

"but."

Ross's voice rang out: "Before I go down, I have a request."

Chen Guan, carrying a sickle, tilted his head, indicating that he should speak.

"I know I can't beat you, I don't even have the right to withstand a single move from you."

"I just want to know if my strongest attack, delivered with all my might, can break through your defense."

As he spoke, the metal lettering "I surrender" in front of him suddenly disintegrated.

Please!

Chen Guan put away his scythe, and the huge weapon silently vanished in his hand. He then stretched out his hand towards Ross, palm up.

"bring it on."

Chen Guan had no reason to refuse the request.

Upon receiving permission, Ross's face revealed a relieved smile.

Thank you!

The moment the words were spoken, the entire arena began to tremble violently.

The newly repaired alloy floor tiles, the metal dust covering the field, and even the metal supports of the spectator seats all groaned under the weight of the load.

Countless visible metallic particles transformed into a silver torrent, converging from all directions and surging wildly toward Ross.

They transformed into a high-speed rotating, extremely compressed metal sphere.

The sphere was initially only the size of a fist and was a dazzling silver-white in color.

As more and more metal is forcibly absorbed and compressed, its volume does not increase, but its color deepens rapidly, from silvery white to crimson, and then to dark purple.

The temperature inside the stadium rose sharply, and even the air was scorched and distorted, emitting a hissing sound.

"Take this!"

Ross let out a final roar.

The dark purple sphere, compressed to its limit, shot towards Chen's coffin with extreme speed and without a sound.

Wherever it passes, it leaves a black crack in the space that can never be healed.

This strike was enough to instantly vaporize a small mountain.

Faced with this powerful blow that embodied the glory of Ross, Chen Guan crossed his hands in front of his chest, seemingly preparing to take the hit head-on.

In fact, the protective amulet had already been secretly activated behind the scenes.