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

"interesting."

San Tai finally spoke, his voice no longer languid: "This isn't your own, is it?"

She might not be able to see through the essence of this power, but she could easily tell that it was external and not something that Chen Guan himself possessed.

Chen Guan did not answer, but silently maintained the raised hand posture.

In the eyes of An Changqing and Long Ao, this was a silent standoff.

But in the eyes of the three platforms, this silence is itself a form of acquiescence.

"Tsk."

San Tai suddenly laughed, casually tossing away the last remaining ashes of the scroll on her sleeve and clapping her hands.

In that instant, the faint sense of oppression emanating from her suddenly solidified.

If the previous momentum was like unfathomable seawater, then now, in this seawater, there is another shark ready to hunt.

"Then let your older sister see." San Tai licked her dry lips, her eyes growing increasingly dangerous: "How long can you hold out?"

Chen Guan's heart sank.

He knew that a direct confrontation would be futile; there was absolutely no chance of winning.

Both are geniuses, but the opponent's stats are even higher than his own. Even if he stood still and let him hit him, in his current state, he might not be able to really hurt the opponent.

What should I do?

Countless thoughts flashed through my mind.

Just then, the flame in his palm shot up uncontrollably, then quickly fell back, flickering uncertainly.

The stinging pain in his arm made his face turn even paler.

This subtle change did not escape anyone's notice.

"Chen's coffin!"

An Changqing's voice carried a hint of urgency. He could tell that Chen Guan was struggling to hold on, and such powerful strength would inevitably come at a huge cost.

Is it going to be like last time...?

Long Ao was even more direct. Completely disregarding the difference in strength between the two sides, he roared, his muscles bulging again: "I'll hold her off, you guys go first!"

As he spoke, he actually started to rush towards the three platforms.

"Don't move."

Chen Guan's hoarse voice rang out, stopping Long Ao's impulsive act.

He slowly lowered his left hand, which was still burning with flames, but his palm remained open, pointing towards the Three Platforms, as if warning her not to act rashly.

"Cough...cough cough..."

He coughed violently, bent over, and a trickle of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

The reason I didn't use it this time is because forcibly activating Baal's power caused real damage to my body.

Repairing while simultaneously causing damage—that's really quite frustrating.

The air in the tunnel was distorted by the high temperature. Chen Guan's coughing stopped, and he slowly straightened up, his arm, which was burning with crimson flames, still fixedly pointed at the darkness in front of him.

A drop of blood slid down the corner of his mouth, landing on the dusty ground with a soft sizzling sound, and was instantly evaporated by the high temperature.

His chest heaved violently, each breath feeling like pulling on a broken bellows, accompanied by a burning pain.

Without giving him any more time to recover, the three machines moved without warning.

Her figure faded away, like a drop of ink falling into clear water. The next second, a biting gust of wind came from the left side of the coffin.

Chen Guan's brain couldn't keep up, but his mental power caught the fatal trajectory.

He leaned back abruptly, and the huge, black scythe in his hand, purely on instinct, swung upwards.

Clang!

A sharp, piercing sound exploded in my ears.

San Tai's figure appeared in mid-air, and her hand chop precisely struck the blade of the sickle.

The force from the sickle struck him like a battering ram, and Chen Guan's right arm instantly lost sensation.

The excruciating pain of his hand splitting open followed immediately, and blood stained the hilt of the knife, but his fingers gripped the sickle tightly, without loosening their grip in the slightest.

Using this force, his body slid backward several meters, widening the distance again.

"The response is good."

The three men landed lightly, shook their slightly numb hands, and looked at Chen Guan with more admiration in their eyes.

Although she was an academic, she also knew a little about martial arts. Even a master of the same level might not have been able to withstand that attack so cleanly.

Before she finished speaking, she disappeared again.

This time, even faster.

Inside the tunnel, only blurry black shadows could be seen surrounding the coffin, launching attacks from all directions, each attack landing in a blind spot of the coffin's defenses.

An Changqing and Long Ao's eyes could no longer keep up with the movements of the three platforms.

In their eyes, Chen Guan was like someone caught in a storm of black shadows, barely holding on with his huge scythe, on the verge of collapse.

Long Ao couldn't stand it anymore: "Let's rush over and relieve some of the pressure on him."

"It's useless." An Changqing stared intently at the battlefield: "We can't even see her movements clearly; going up there will only be a burden."

A deep sense of powerlessness came over me.

This is a true top expert. These so-called academic prodigies don't even have the right to interfere in front of them.

The center of the battlefield.

Chen Guan's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

Every time he swung his sickle to block, it felt like he was colliding head-on with a runaway gas truck.

The muscles in my arm were groaning, and it felt as if tiny cracks were appearing in the bones.

Worse still, the external strength in his left arm was rapidly diminishing with the intense exertion, and the dam of reason was being eroded little by little by the frenzied waves.

The status quo must be changed.

After parrying another three hand strikes coming down from above, Chen Guan did not retreat. Instead, he pushed off with his feet and advanced instead of retreating.

The crimson flames that had been merely clinging to the blade of the scythe in his hand suddenly flared up.

call.

The flames came to life, following the blade and wrapping around Santai's arm.

San Tai's eyes twitched.

The flames sent a sharp, piercing pain through the muscles beneath her skin.

Without a second thought, she immediately withdrew her hand and retreated, her figure drifting backward more than ten meters like a ghost, actively creating distance for the first time.

San Tai glanced down at the cuff of his trench coat, where a patch of charred blackening had appeared, with tiny sparks dancing on it for a long time.

"What kind of fire is that..." she murmured to herself.

Honestly, it's absurd that she still can't figure out all of Chen Guan's moves.

For San Tai, the inability to master the opponent's skills means he cannot replicate the opponent's abilities, which greatly frustrates him. He even wants to collect his colleagues' accounts.

At this moment, Chen Guan had no strength left to pursue.

That burst of power just now almost drained the remaining strength from his body.

He leaned on his sickle with one hand, panting heavily, and the scene before him began to blur and double.

San Tai looked at him, unsure whether he should continue the pursuit.

They're colleagues after all. It's fine to play around, but it wouldn't be good if they really fought too hard.

However, she wasn't sure what the upper limit of this child's strength was, so she didn't dare to back down rashly, fearing that the child might suddenly attack her and she would lose face big time.

"That's enough, little student."

Suddenly, San Tai's voice rang out, and she thought of a good idea.

"Close combat is indeed a bit troublesome, but..."

San Tai extends his right hand, palm facing upward.

A black calligraphy brush with intricate star patterns engraved on its handle appeared out of thin air in her hand.

"I'm not a close-combat fighter."

San Tai held the pen and made a light, sweeping motion with his wrist in the air.