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

The man's gaze passed over the SUV and fixed on the huge transport truck in front of him.

His voice echoed in the tunnel: "Hand over your belongings, and you can leave."

The atmosphere inside the carriage instantly plummeted to freezing point.

"We are students from Huaqing College, and we are carrying out an A-level commission."

An Changqing was the first to push open the car door and get out. He already had a long sword in his hand, and his voice was calm.

"Who are you, sir, stopping the convoy without cause? Do you know the consequences?"

"Finally, something interesting is happening."

The other car door was also pushed open, and Long Ao jumped out of the car. The calm he had experienced all the way made him feel somewhat unreal.

The unexpected turn of events actually relieved him.

Faced with the oppressive aura of the sixth-rank expert, he showed no fear; instead, his eyes blazed with excitement.

It's too boring to always spar with academics; it's good to occasionally test your skills against unorthodox methods.

Chen Guan was the last to get off the vehicle.

He first glanced at the overturned tanker truck a few dozen meters away, then turned around and glanced at the men in black behind him, and finally, his gaze fell on the face of the man in the lead.

Startled awake, the leopard shifted restlessly in the coat pocket, its furry little head peeking out from the edge of the pocket, its golden vertical pupils filled with wariness.

Chen Guan reached out and patted its little head reassuringly.

The man in the lead clearly didn't take An Changqing's warning seriously.

He didn't even glance at An Changqing and Long Ao again, but just stared at the transport truck, as if confirming something.

After a moment, he made sure he hadn't made a mistake, gripped the hilt, and slowly drew the long sword from its sheath.

Clang.

The clear sound of the blade being drawn echoed long through the tunnel.

"Let's do it."

The man in the lead spoke softly, yet his voice shattered the deathly silence of the standoff like a stone breaking through the stillness.

The men in black behind him moved, and a group of them pressed towards the three of them.

"court death."

Long Ao stomped his foot on the ground, causing it to crack, and charged forward like a cannonball into the crowd, his target the sixth-level leader.

An Changqing raised his longsword, and in the dim light, the tip of the sword twirled in a cool, elegant flourish.

"Starfall".

He uttered two words softly.

Thin streaks of sword energy appeared out of thin air, like a sudden rain, yet they seemed to have eyes, fixing on every point of force the black-clad men exerted during their charge.

Ding ding ding.

Those at the forefront felt a stumble or were pulled off course by a clever force, and their originally tight formation was thrown into chaos, their momentum abruptly cut off.

In that instant, Long Ao's fist collided with the leader's longsword.

clang.

A piercing metallic clang exploded in the tunnel, sending up a visible shockwave.

The men that Qian Yongnian brought rushed forward to counteract the aftershocks of the battle and prevent the tunnel from collapsing.

Chen Guan saw that the leader was knocked back two steps by a punch, his tiger's mouth was split open, and his arm holding the knife was trembling.

His face had lost all color.

Despite both being at the sixth rank, he was actually suppressed by a student who looked younger in terms of pure strength.

"Is that all you've got?"

Long Ao forced his opponent back with a punch, grinned, and realized that the social faction seemed weaker than he had thought.

Sure enough, he's a genius.

He gave his opponent no chance to catch his breath, and the second punch followed immediately.

The fist whistled through the air, its power even greater than the previous punch.

The man's face turned pale, and he could only parry with his sword.

On the other side, Chen Guan also moved, his figure weaving through the chaotic crowd with unpredictable steps.

Each dodge perfectly avoided vital points, the black scythe in his hand drawing a tricky arc.

puff.

As soon as a man in black raised his gun, he felt a chill on his neck and his vision spun.

Without pausing, Chen Guan twisted his wrist, and the hilt of his sickle struck another man in the chest. The immense force sent the man flying like a kite with a broken string, knocking down several people behind him.

His movements appeared slow, even somewhat clumsy, with a noticeable pause after each attack, as if he were struggling under the siege.

[Haha, Coffin Bro is putting on his show again.]

[I give this acting a perfect score. Look at how he dodged, he even deliberately staggered, as if afraid others wouldn't notice how much effort he was putting in.]

I feel sorry for the other side, running into such a veteran actor.

Chen Guan ignored the teasing comments on the screen; half of his attention was not on the battle in front of him.

From the start of the battle, he felt a subtle sense of being watched.

That gaze was devoid of malice, quietly resting in a corner of the battlefield, observing everything there.

Moreover, that aura felt somewhat familiar, but Chen Guan couldn't recall who it belonged to.

In short, we must remain vigilant, but we must continue serving the food.

Chen Guan was a beat too slow, and a battle knife grazed his shoulder, slicing open his coat.

"hiss."

He shouted at just the right moment, his body seemingly startled, and he instinctively stepped back, creating distance between them.

To others, it all looked like he had narrowly escaped a sneak attack.

The battle did not last long.

Long Ao had completely suppressed the sixth-tier leader. His enhancement-type ability was fully utilized in the narrow space, and the opponent could only passively parry and retreat step by step.

An Changqing's sword energy completely disrupted the rhythm of the remaining small fry, preventing them from forming an effective encirclement.

After Chen Guan "laboriously" took down three people, he lingered on the edge of the battlefield and stopped making moves.

"Leave one alive."

An Changqing's calm voice rang out.

Long Ao's final punch stopped right in front of the leader's face, the fierce wind from the punch making the man's hair dance wildly.

He withdrew his fist, then delivered a backhand chop to the back of the other man's neck with pinpoint accuracy.

The man groaned and collapsed limply to the ground.

The remaining men in black, seeing their leader subdued, exchanged a glance, then turned and ran without hesitation.

"Trying to leave?"

Long Ao snorted coldly, and the civilian bodyguards that Qian Yongnian brought rushed forward and took down all of them.

The tunnel quickly returned to silence, with only the groans of the fallen man and Qian Yongnian's heavy breathing from the transport truck in the distance.

An Changqing walked up to the unconscious leader and kicked him in the wound.

"Uh..."

The man woke up in pain and opened his eyes to find a cold, long sword pressed against his throat.

"Who sent you?"

The man gritted his teeth, turned his head to one side, and looked like he would rather die than submit.

"You're quite stubborn." Long Ao walked over and sneered, "I have many ways to make you talk."

An Changqing's sword tip advanced a fraction, and a trickle of blood slid down the blade.

"I'll only ask once." An Changqing's patience seemed to have run out: "What is your goal?"

Feeling the biting cold on his neck and the threat of death, the man's psychological defenses finally crumbled.

He looked at the three students who were far too young but incredibly strong, and the ferocity in his eyes slowly gave way to the fear of death.