Full-Time Magister: I can control you to death

In this kind of business of associating with demons, when life and death hang in the balance and the demon's claws are about to pounce, no one would mind spending hundreds of thousands or millions more to buy a good piece of defensive magic equipment after surviving a disaster!

The Arbitration Arena is the place where this point is laid bare before everyone!

"Go! Kill him!"

"Grey Wolf, I bet ten million on you. If I lose, I'll chop you up!"

"If you win this round, I'm yours tonight!"

"Kill him! Kill him! Skewer him like meat on spikes!"

When the group stepped into the place under Du Zuxing's leadership, the shouts, roars and howls stunned them.

On the enormous arena, dazzling magical light intertwined.

People dressed in fine clothes here act like wild beasts, baring their eyes and roaring until their throats ache, without caring about anything else.

"Welcome to the Arbitration Arena, a stage representing primal forces, bloodshed, and self-interest!"

Du Zuxing was quite satisfied with the crowd's reaction. Like Tony Stark, he spread his arms wide and recited the line in a rather childish manner.

He enjoyed the awe and admiration in everyone's eyes, especially the cute little girl, who seemed to be frightened like a quail, covering her chubby little face with her small hands, her delicate big eyes blinking, looking adorably scared yet wanting to watch.

Perhaps... if I just add fuel to the fire, I might be able to taste something fresh today.

"I've investigated. The Zhongpan Grand Arena is a place where several gangs divide up their territories and influence, and all participants are classified as novice mages."

Lingling leaned against Xu Fang, her little head lowered, like a frightened kitten.

"What do you plan to do?" Xu Fang asked in a low voice.

"The pink pufferfish's coordinates are located at a port on the Mekong River, which is where the Du family is located."

"The Du family?" Xu Fang glanced in Du Zuxing's direction.

"Yes, it's the Du family."

Lingling truly lives up to her reputation as the hunter community's thoughtful little helper; she gathered all the information clearly in just half an afternoon:

“This Du Zuxing is the eldest son of the Du family and the original heir, but his younger brother awakened magic five days ago, making the position of heir ambiguous.”

"That's why he was so averse to mages?"

“Rejection, fear, yet also longing,” Lingling whispered. “This is an excellent entry point; we can infiltrate the Du family through Du Zuxing!”

"How to do it exactly?"

With Lingling around, Xu Fang became increasingly eccentric, not wanting to use his brain at all.

"Look at me!"

Lingling jumped out of his arms and ran towards Du Zuxing.

At this very moment, Du Zuxing was swirling a glass of red wine, proudly explaining the match to the crowd:

“Every battle has a prize, and this one’s prize is a psychedelic herb plantation.”

"Psychedelic herb? Isn't that forbidden..." A clueless boy was about to speak when his companion covered his mouth.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Du Zuxing chuckled. “This is Colt City, not China. Nobody cares about these little things.”

The group exchanged glances, each seeing a hint of unease mixed with an inexplicable excitement in the other's eyes.

It's like a dog secretly sleeping in the bed, or a child secretly watching an action movie.

Du Zuxing took in all these reactions and gave a disdainful snort.

A bunch of bumpkins.

Just then, a petite figure ran over, grabbed the railing, and looked down.

"Beautiful little princess, don't get too close to the edge, it would be terrible if you fell," Du Zuxing chuckled.

"But I can't see clearly," Lingling said angrily. "I'm going to complain about them! There isn't even a big screen for the broadcast here!"

"Haha, you've misunderstood them. You'll understand when you get to high school. Magical fluctuations can't be recorded by electronic devices... Sit here."

He patted the seat right next to him.

Lingling smiled sweetly and said, "I'm sorry, big brother, my brother doesn't let me sit with strangers."

"Are we strangers?" Du Zuxing asked with a smile, a hint of desire hidden in his eyes.

"Hmm, not really, big brother, you seem like a good person." Lingling blinked her big eyes: "But my brother is super fierce. Last time he used such a long ice vine to freeze one of his classmates into a shiny statue!"

"Oh?"

Du Zuxing glanced at Xu Fang with some surprise.

During the conversation, the outcome of the match was decided on the stage. A dark-skinned, burly mage used a fireball to blast his opponent off the stage.

"Black Tiger wins!"

The shouts and curses from the audience were incessant: "Grey Wolf, what are you doing? Are you throwing the game?"

"I bet two million, how could you do this to me?"

"RNM, refund my money!!!"

The gray wolf was almost roasted alive when the staff carried it out on a stretcher.

"Howl howl howl!" Black Tiger pounded his furry chest, speaking in an incomprehensible dialect.

Soon, the second opponent appeared, a wind mage who tried to confuse Black Tiger with his high-speed movement.

However, Black Tiger was clearly a seasoned veteran, and at the right moment, he unleashed a Fireball in the wind mage's inevitable path.

The wind mage couldn't dodge in time and tried desperately to escape, but the flames only rose higher and higher. The audience sitting in the front row could even smell the burning flesh.

"Black Tiger wins!"

Second victory!

"Where did this black tiger come from?"

"They say it was hired by the Sangkang family; who knows where this mad dog came from!"

"The Du family is the one betting against the Sangkang family this time, right? I heard the bet is quite big."

"This Black Tiger is invincible at the initial stage. It seems that the Du family's Illusion Grass Plantation will have to be handed over to someone else."

Listening to the discussion below the stage, Du Zuxing snorted coldly. That stupid younger brother, what rules does he actually follow here?

If it were me, I'd add a little something extra to this black tiger's water glass first, and I'd be guaranteed to turn into a soft rubber tiger the moment I stepped on stage, and after being killed by magic, there would be no way to prove it.

If all else fails, just send a mid-level mage to crush them. What rules of the grand arena, what pride of a mid-level mage? It's just that the money wasn't paid enough!

Lingling clung to the railing, pouting, "So weak! Much weaker than my brother!"

"Really?" Du Zuxing's heart skipped a beat: "Then let your brother go."

Lingling shook her head vigorously: "No, no, brother said that mages can't fight each other casually, otherwise the Magic Association will come looking for trouble. Big brother, I'm not talking to you anymore!"

Lingling ran off, and Du Zuxing chuckled and followed her.

When they reached Xu Fang's location, Lingling was whispering in his ear, her cheeks puffed out, probably complaining.

Du Zuxing stepped forward.

"Brother Zhang, congratulations on your fortune!"

"Brother Du, my little sister said some crazy things, please don't take it to heart." Xu Fang picked up Lingling and stood up: "Let's go now!"

"Hey, hey, wait a minute."

Du Zuxing quickly stopped him: "I don't have anything else to say, I just heard from your little sister that you know magic?"

Xu Fang pinched his right thumb and forefinger together: "I only know a little bit."

"Compared to him?" Du Zuxing pointed to the arrogant Black Tiger on the arena.

A hint of disdain, which Xu Fang tried too hard to hide, flashed in his eyes: "Pretty much."

Du Zuxing clapped his hands: "Good! Talk is cheap, let's see who's the real deal on the stage!"

Chapter 169 The Naive Mage Xu Fang

"Go to the ring? No way, absolutely not!"

"I, Zhang San, swore an oath under my school badge to abide by the Mage's Covenant for life, forbidding private duels among mages and uniting to exterminate demons!"

"You'd better find someone else; I definitely won't step onto this stage!"

Seated at the table, Xu Fang wore an expression of unwavering resolve, radiating the brilliance of a venerable monk.

Du Zuxing merely sneered inwardly and said, "Five hundred thousand."

"Ha, a mere 500,000? Don't even think about it..."

"Eight hundred thousand!"

After stating the number, he was pleased to see Zhang San hesitate: "I..."

"one million!"

Du Zuxing patted Xu Fang on the shoulder and earnestly advised, "No one understands mages better than me. One million is no small sum. Don't you want a magic tool that allows you to move like the wind, and a sturdy and reliable magic shield?"

"want to···"

"Then what are you hesitating for? Or are you scared?" Du Zuxing felt like he was exuding a powerful aura at this moment, and he should be called Corleone instead of Du.

"Afraid? I'm not afraid, I'll go!" Xu Fang slammed his fist on the table and stood up angrily.

Watching his retreating figure, Du Zuxing felt incredibly happy.

See? That's how simple-minded and physically strong mages are. They can be easily manipulated with just a little benefit.

"Big brother, are you really going to let my brother go on stage?" Lingling was still acting, and Jiaojiao said timidly, "You're giving us so much money, even though we've only just met..."

"Big brother is doing this for him, but even more so for you. As long as your brother behaves well, I'll give you and your brother a chance to join the Du family. Then, big brother will play fun games with you every day, okay?"

What he didn't know was that his self-perceived gentlemanly smile disgusted Lingling to the point of nausea.

Xu Fang stepped onto the ring, surrounded by the audience's foul language.

"This skinny little chick dares to join in the fun?"