Full-Time Magister: The Evil Emperor Descends

"Ant, do you... perhaps you wish to dance?"

"you……"

Hearing Mo Xie's cold words and seeing his attack easily blocked, Xiao Haoxuan's expression changed instantly.

At the same time, a strong anger rose in his heart, and his temper flared up instantly.

This arrogant and conceited guy in front of me actually treats me like an ant? What a joke!
Just as he was filled with rage, the demon-slaying tool that had been blocked by the blade in his hand suddenly loosened and lost its stability, causing him to involuntarily lean forward.

While Xiao Haoxuan was in a daze, Mo Xie loosened his right hand, and Yama no longer resisted the demon-slaying tool. Instead, he turned to the side and flicked it lightly.

The next second, he moved behind him, turned the Yama sword in his hand, and slashed fiercely at Xiao Haoxuan, who was leaning forward, with the back of the blade.

"boom!"

A deep, muffled sound rang out, and then a figure flew backward, tumbling and sliding across the ground, leaving a dark trail.

"Holy crap, what happened?"

"You ask me? How would I know? This is the first time I've ever seen a battle between demon-slaying tools at a military region competition."

"Yes, it was flashing purple and red all at once, it was so dazzling that I almost fainted."

"This is what a military region competition should be like! Constantly casting spells is really boring. A real, hand-to-hand combat match is what's exciting!"

The spectators looked around, almost all of them focusing their attention on the match in arena number 30, and they discussed the situation and the outcome of the match endlessly.

Feeling the touch of the blade and hearing the heavy, muffled sound, Mo Xie knew that the opponent might have used a magical armor, and that the attack just now had not caused any real damage.

It's a pity, I thought we could finish the game...

"Cough, cough, cough!"

At the far end of the field, amidst a cloud of dust, Xiao Haoxuan, clad in black armor, lay on the ground coughing in pain.

He felt pain in his internal organs and even vomited bile. If he hadn't summoned his armored demonic artifact in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable!
Mo Xie wouldn't give him much of a chance to catch his breath. When he saw that Xiao Haoxuan had the strength to stand up, his eyes narrowed.

With a flick of his right hand, he tossed Yama into the air, then stomped his feet on the ground and soared into the sky.

When Enma was parallel to the sky, he stood upside down on the ground, his right leg swinging upwards, and the instep of his foot kicked hard at the bottom of the sword hilt.

In an instant, Yama shot forward like an arrow, leaving a blood-red trail in the air as it hurtled towards the front!

Xiao Haoxuan wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, groaned, and endured the pain in his internal organs as he struggled to get up by supporting himself on his arms.

But just as it stood up, before it could even steady itself, a whooshing sound came from ahead, carrying a strong gust of wind that seemed to pierce through everything in its path!
As a high-level mage, Xiao Haoxuan's perception was still very sharp, and he immediately realized that danger was imminent. However, the problem was that he could no longer cast defensive magic.

Finally, he hurriedly raised his hand and held the demon-slaying tool in front of him, trying to protect himself.

"Qiang!"

A clear sound rang out, and the demon-slaying tool instantly flew out of his hand, causing his already unsteady body to stagger backward.

If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have fallen to the ground and lost the chance to fight back.

The two long swords clashed together, oscillating in mid-air before finally embedding themselves in the ground some distance away.

Looking ahead, a figure was rushing towards them at high speed, each step making a loud bang as it hit the ground.

Mo Xie was incredibly fast, arriving in front of Xiao Haoxuan in the blink of an eye, and throwing a straight punch without hesitation.

The punch whistled through the air, carrying a strong gust of wind, and aimed straight at his face. Xiao Haoxuan immediately raised his arms, crossing them in front of his face to block the straight punch.

At the same time, he understood that he should not continue to be passive, otherwise he would lose the match sooner or later.

Now that he's wearing armored magical artifacts, his defensive capabilities are already very strong. If it really comes down to close combat, he might not necessarily lose; on the contrary, he might have a slight advantage.

Great, now that this guy has lost his demon-slaying tools, I don't need to be afraid of him anymore. Maybe there's a chance!
Unfortunately, Xiao Haoxuan's idea was too naive. Even without Yanmo, Moxie could easily defeat him with just his fists and feet.

The next second, Xiao Haoxuan, having regained some confidence, steadied himself and forcefully swung his right fist from the side.

Mo Xie raised his hand to block this attack, but he was pleasantly surprised to find that the opponent's brows furrowed. It was obviously because of the hardness of the armor magic tool that the attack he swung also had some hardness.

The punch he threw was just a feint; he immediately raised his leg and kicked forward, aiming directly at Mo Xie's abdomen.

Mo Xie reacted quickly, blocking the fist coming from the side with one hand and striking the incoming shin with the other, taking a few steps back.

Seeing this, Xiao Haoxuan's confidence grew even stronger, and he immediately launched a fierce attack, using both fists and feet.

Mo Xie dodged the oncoming attacks while slowly retreating, looking like she was being repeatedly defeated.

He also showed a distressed expression on his face at the right time, pretending to be genuine.

In the stands, Zu Xingyi noticed Mo Xie's unusual condition. His brows furrowed at first, then slowly relaxed, and a helpless smile returned to his face.

"What happened? Why is Moye suddenly at a disadvantage? Wasn't he crushing his opponent before?"

Jiang Shaoxu didn't understand the intricacies of the situation; she only saw that Mo Xie was being beaten on the surface, and she couldn't help but feel worried.

Seeing his daughter's worried expression, Jiang Tianchen's eyes twitched almost imperceptibly. He shook his head and sighed.

"Shaoxu, don't worry, Xiaoxie won't lose so easily."

Zu Xingyi couldn't stand it any longer and said something while suppressing a laugh.

"Yes, even though Xiao Xie is always being suppressed, he manages to dodge every attack perfectly, which shows that he is in complete control."

Ai Jiangshan also noticed something amiss and offered a comforting word with a smile.

"So you don't need to worry about Xiao Xie. He must have his own reasons."

Jiang Tianchen patted his daughter's head and said in an annoyed tone.

"Why pretend to be defeated when you can clearly defeat your opponent?"

At this moment, Hua Zhanhong asked in confusion.

Zu Xingyi shook his head helplessly and explained with a smile.

"Sigh, Xiao Xie has a habit of liking to defeat his opponents in areas where others excel. He says that's what makes a victory."

"Also, he usually gives his opponents the feeling of disappointment that they think they will win, but in the end they still lose."

Upon hearing this, Hua Yuezhu frowned slightly, crossed her arms, and crossed her long legs, revealing her perfect figure.

Her gaze remained fixed on the battle on the field, her red lips curving slightly imperceptibly as she murmured.

"What a twisted sense of humor..." (End of Chapter)