Full-Time Magister: I can control you to death

Xu Fang embraced Jiang Shaoxu, the Feather of the Azure Sky vibrated, and they escaped through the passage opened by the spatial barrier. The silver shadow instantly disappeared into the night.

Just a dozen seconds later.

Wow!!!

The seawater was suddenly ripped open, and a naked figure leaped out.

She was clearly a woman, but she couldn't evoke even the slightest romantic feelings in anyone; she was like a white marble sculpture—literally.

Xu Fang ultimately did not unleash any true super-level magic, nor did he kill her.

The dawn light merely took away other things... such as the thick body hair unique to Europeans and Americans, and their proud, delicate facial features.

Of course, there was also her smooth skin, which had now become undulating and white waves of flesh surging to the surface of her body.

"what!!!"

The woman touched her face, and a scream filled with overwhelming hatred pierced the eardrums of the few survivors, causing them to fall unconscious and die in the seawater.

"Xu Fang, I will definitely kill you, kill you!"

The woman staggered as she used spatial magic to walk on the sea surface.

She wants to go back, she wants to find the best healing mage, and then she'll come back and grind Xu Fang to dust!

Unable to see, and unable to use sound magic and spatial magic simultaneously, the woman found walking very difficult.

Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice came from high above.

"Is this this woman?"

Xu pointed and said, "Old Han, it's her!"

Chapter 341 The Ingenious Use of the Craftsman's Corpse

In mid-air, Xu Fang, dressed neatly, and Han Ji, wearing pajamas, stood side by side.

"It's her!"

Xu Fang, his face filled with grief and indignation, pointed at the woman who was struggling to escape in the sea.

Han Ji was furious on the spot.

Damn it, you've actually tried to assassinate China? Do you think we're helpless?

"Xue Ji's Cry!"

In a fit of rage, Han Ji directly used a super-level magic to freeze a large area of ​​the sea into an ice pop.

"Devil Flower!"

A ferocious giant flower, tens of meters long, appeared, its sharp teeth dripping with corrosive liquid, and swallowed the woman whole!

"Spare her life for now, and we'll use mind magic to give her a good treatment when we get back."

Han Ji patted Xu Fang on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I won't let you suffer any injustice!"

"President Han!" Xu Fang exclaimed, his face filled with emotion.

Han Ji nodded with a smile.

The woman bitten in the devil flower's mouth: "..."

What wronged him?

It was me who was beaten half to death!

"be honest!"

With a thought, Han Ji unleashed the corrosive saliva of the Devil Flower, causing the woman to scream in agony and become unable to use any magic.

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Xu Fang had never agreed with the saying that a gentleman's revenge is never too late, even after ten years.

He believed in revenge that should not be delayed overnight!

As a TOP0 level magical artifact, the Feather of the Sky is so fast that even a super-class mage cannot intercept it, and it returned to Venice in an instant.

Xu Fang knocked on Han Ji's door immediately.

Han Ji, who was sleeping soundly, was enraged after hearing Xu Fang's accusations. "Damn it, how dare they be so arrogant!"

Without even changing out of her pajamas, she dragged Xu Fang along, determined to seek revenge.

The little ghost fire had already locked onto the woman's whereabouts. In less than five minutes, the Azure Feather had brought back a super-level, fully-cultivated overlord.

hotel.

Han Ji's room.

What was once a comfortable and luxurious hotel has now turned into a dark green hell.

The woman was tightly bound by two vines with sharp thorns, hanging halfway in the air, her consciousness fading due to the venom and cold.

“It’s him,” Han Ji said.

Shao Zheng glanced at the woman, his expression indifferent: "Pry open her mouth."

"it is good!"

A councilor approached, surrounded by a magical aura of mind magic.

The woman had no chance to resist as mind-based magic penetrated her brain, allowing her to freely read the information within.

"Her name is Miao Jiang, the third-ranked of the Four Craftsmen of the Assassin's Hall," said the psychic councilor.

The Assassin's Hall?

The glares from the bigwigs grew even more unpleasant.

As the name suggests, the Assassin's Guild is an assassin organization that pursues profit. Whoever pays them to kill, they will hunt them down without regard to the cost.

But unlike the pure evil of the Black Court, the Assassin's Hall only cares about money.

Righteous magical forces such as the Holy Tribunal, the Magic Association, and the Parthenon also have a lot of dirty work to do for the Assassin's Guild.

"Whose commission?" Shao Zheng asked.

"You...you won't get a single word out of me!" Miao Jiang said sarcastically as he regained consciousness.

hum! ! !

The next second, she fainted again, completely unaware that her secrets had been exposed.

The mind-body mage said with some surprise:

"Miao Jiang received two commissions. One of them came from Ahmed, an Egyptian general, whose mission was to seriously injure Xu Fang, preventing him from appearing in the third round of the final battle."

"What about the other one?"

"The other one comes from Black Court, Salam."

Salam!

Han Ji suddenly stood up, his eyes revealing deep hatred.

This is a name etched into his soul, because of this mad woman, the ancient capital, a city with a thousand-year history, was almost buried in a sea of ​​the dead!

"So, Salang came to Venice?"

"That's right, she probably even came to watch the game."

Arrogant!

This person really didn't take the mages from various countries seriously at all. There were countless experts stationed in the entire city of Venice, but they were all just for show.

"Can you pinpoint Salang's location?" Shao Zheng asked in a deep voice.

The spiritualist shook his head.

Salang's greatest strengths are disguise and escapism; often even her subordinates are unaware of her true identity.

“This is an opportunity. We can privately ask Ahmed for the resources of the dead and darkness. I think the Venice organizing committee would be happy to pay a price to suppress this scandal.”

An old woman standing diagonally behind Shao Zheng said.

"What about Xu Fang?" Han Ji asked, dissatisfied. "He was nearly assassinated, yet you used him as a tool for profit?"

"Han Ji, watch your words!"

Zu Huiyin's face immediately darkened.

She is the Speaker's secretary, and in terms of status, she is even higher than Han Ji, the president of the Clock Tower Magic Association!

How dare Han Ji speak to me like that?

"Heh." Han Ji was too lazy to say anything more to this old woman, and turned to leave.

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The next day.

Han Ji found Xu Fang.

"Is he really a super-level mage?" Xu Fang asked in surprise.

In fact, during the fight last night, Miao Jiang never had a chance to unleash a true super-level magic. Xu Fang was just guessing based on the opponent's casting speed.

"Among the four master craftsmen of the Assassin's Hall, Master Mu specializes in shadow magic, secondarily in sound magic, and secondarily in space magic. He's exactly what you can counter," Han Ji said with a smile.

Xu Fang had witnessed Han Ji's ability to drive away the night and bring about his own destruction. Once the Dharma Form was activated, Miao Jiang's Shadow System was mostly rendered useless.

The invincible sound system also encountered Xu Fang, a freakish peer, who used a move called "insect chirping disorder" to disrupt the sound range.

Not to mention El Niño and the Insect King, which even Han Ji was unaware of.

One word: skillful.

—If it were any other assassin, Xu Fang would most likely have activated his armor or demonic cloud, and would never have been so composed as he was this time.

"Don't worry, we'll definitely give you an explanation for this. How dare you assassinate one of our people? You're asking for death!" Han Ji said.

Xu Fang nodded, then suddenly said, "Could I keep Miao Jiang's body?"

"What do you need a corpse for?" Han Ji asked curiously.