Full-Time Magister: I can control you to death

"Miao Jiang's sonic domain is very special. She can integrate sonic attacks into other people's voices. I think she may have fused with special sonic substances."

Xu Fang still remembers the horrific scene last night, with people screaming and collapsing.

—No one realized that what killed them was actually their companion's scream.

If I lack a musical foundation, or if my spiritual level is low, I could very well end up like ordinary people, my throat slit by a musical track without my knowledge!

"I read a paper by Professor Feng Zhoulong of the Southern Magic Association in the journal 'Future,' which discussed how to extract special antibodies from the corpses of demons."

Xu Fang said, "If we consider the craftsman Miao as a demon and the sound-based substances as antibodies, it is theoretically feasible."

Han Ji: "..."

This was the first time he had encountered a young man like this.

His first reaction after being assassinated was to be envious of the assassin's abilities, and he even had designs on the corpse!

"Okay, I will do my best to get it for you."

"Then trouble you."

Xu Fang's voice immediately brightened, and even the ghost mask in his mind, Miao Jiang, became cute.

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Beside the azure swimming pool, a dignified and serene woman listened attentively to her subordinate's report.

"Heh, the four master craftsmen of the Assassin's Hall...you've really impressed me." The beautiful woman scoffed, her voice laced with disdain.

A killer above the class level attempted to assassinate a high-ranking young man, but not only did he fail, he also got himself killed in the process.

How can the word "stupid" even begin to describe it!

"Sir, let's retreat too. Those Chinese already hate us to the core, and they'll definitely take this opportunity to cause trouble," the subordinate said.

"Let's go."

Salang stood up, slowly peeled off his face, and in the blink of an eye, he became a different person!

Chapter 342 The Third Round of the Nationalist Government Struggle!

#Shocking! Xu Fang, a contestant from the Chinese National Team, has been assassinated!#

#The Fall of the Imperial Ace!#

The organizers of the National University Games have promised to actively follow up and handle the matter seriously!

#Ahmed holds press conference, denies ordering assassins to carry out the attack!#

The trending topics, keywords, and websites were all dominated by the same news item at the same time.

The reaction from China was more intense than many people expected. They refused any private communication or exchange and immediately leaked the news.

The organizers couldn't even control the comments section—Huaxia Network is blocked by the Great Firewall and uses its own website.

Public opinion was instantly ignited, and netizens across the country were furious. Any entry containing the name "Xu Fang" would generate hundreds or even thousands of comments.

"May Xu Fang rest in peace. (Candle) (Candle)"

"I would give up my brother's lifelong celibacy in exchange for Xu Fang's resurrection."

"Enough with the jokes upstairs, Xu Fang isn't dead!"

"Damn it! It must have been that Ahmed from Egypt. I knew he was a sly old man from the press conference!"

"Exactly, they must be afraid their own team members can't win, so they came up with such a despicable idea!"

Not only netizens, but even mainstream media outlets have joined in.

In any situation, assassination is a very low-level tactic because it crosses the line of civilized nations.

—Especially for a promising star mage.

—Especially during the extremely sensitive period of the National Team finals.

The first to speak out was CCTV-1, which took an unusually strong stance, naming Ahmed and calling him a disgrace to mages and a cancer on humanity.

Other platforms and media outlets followed suit.

Now, even the old man selling soy milk and fried dough sticks downstairs knows that Ahmed is a scoundrel who has gone mad from eating sand in the desert!

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"I didn't mean to kill him!"

Inside the room, Ahmed, his eyes bloodshot, argued into the phone:

"I only asked them to stop Xu Fang... You agreed to the plan back then, didn't you? Hey, hey? You bastard!"

The poor phone was thrown hard against the wall, rendered unusable amidst the acrid smoke.

"I...I have to leave."

Ahmed staggered to his feet and walked outside in a flustered manner.

Interception and assassination are two completely different concepts, and Ahmed could never afford the latter!

He stopped in his tracks just as he reached the door.

"Ahmed, come with us," the judge mage in a white robe with gold patterns said coldly.

"The Holy Judgment Court..."

A hint of despair flashed in Ahmed's eyes, but he dared not make the slightest move.

The Holy Tribunal, one of the world's eight great organizations, stands high above, representing the law of this magical world.

It can be said that even if you are innocent, resisting the arrest and punishment of the Holy Tribunal is still a crime!

the other side.

Xu Fang is having a video call with Lingling.

"Don't worry, I'm perfectly fine now, nothing's wrong with me at all." Xu Fang flexed his biceps in front of the camera, showing off his strength.

"You can actually laugh out loud? I don't know whether to praise your good attitude or your carefree nature," Lingling complained.

"Oh dear, could it be that my little Lingling is feeling sorry for me?" Xu Fang clicked his tongue. "You're too young. We're not suitable for each other within the next five years..."

Lingling rolled her eyes in disdain: "Pervert!"

Just as Xu Fang was about to continue their conversation and exchange feelings, another face appeared on the screen.

"Holy crap... Good morning, noon and evening, Grandpa Bao." Xu Fang's weird uncle expression froze on his face, and he gave an awkward smile.

Old Bao's lips twitched slightly, but no emotion could be discerned.

"You don't look fully recovered yet. Shall we wait for me to come over and check you out?"

"Um, the finals are the day after tomorrow, and my mentor wants me to go on stage. Bye!" Xu Fang quickly hung up.

How exciting to flirt with someone's granddaughter in front of a forbidden spellcaster!

Old Bao was invited by Han Ji. The purpose of this old priest of the Holy Judgment Court was to ensure that the Holy Judgment Court would make a fair decision.

Of course, none of this has anything to do with Xu Fang anymore.

Two days later, the third round of the Nationalist government's struggle finally began on the island of Valhalla in Venice.

This is a small island completely surrounded by seawater. From a distance, it looks like a fighting arena floating in the blue sea.

The deep blue sea connects with the transparent light barrier, firmly protecting the entire island.

"CCTV! CCTV! This is your host, Xiaochuan, and I'm currently at the scene of the third round of the Nationalist-Government struggle!"

"As you can see, beneath my feet is a luxury cruise ship, and this is our audience seating area. Through the barrier, you can clearly see the situation inside the island!"

"The Egyptian athletes have landed on the western side of the island!"

A chorus of boos erupted from the cruise ship, and several people gave them the middle finger.

The local spectators on the ship were extremely embarrassed. They wanted to refute but felt they were in the wrong, and wished they could disappear into the ground.

As the most controversial team in this competition, they have attracted a lot of attention from a certain perspective.

On the one hand, just yesterday, the Holy Tribunal found Ahmed guilty and sentenced him to ten years in prison.

Han Ji also tried to take this opportunity to call for the disqualification of the opposing National University team from participating in the competition, but unfortunately he was unsuccessful.

After all, the struggle between the Nationalist and Republican governments was not a simple competition; it involved many complexities and undercurrents.

Of course, they also paid a painful price; the faces of the leaders on the viewing platform remained dark throughout.

On the battlefield.

"Contestants, get ready!"

The referee's voice descended from above.

As the countdown began, each contestant couldn't help but show signs of nervousness.

"start!"

As the referee gave his loud command, the sound still echoing above the island arena, the five members of the Egyptian team chanted the same incantation almost simultaneously.

The blurry gray star trails around them quickly wove into a gray pattern tinged with crimson, embedded in the ground beneath their feet.

The pattern doesn't resemble a star map; instead, it exudes a dangerous, eerie light!

"Wake up, warriors!"

Mios bit his finger and splattered the blood onto the dark brown, hard soil.

A tiny drop of blood instantly stained the land red, spreading for hundreds of meters, making this hard soil seem as if it were cursed...

The trees, flowers, and grass above have all withered, as if life has been drained away.

Gradually, the soil began to loosen, and gradually it began to surge like boiling water!

"Ughhhhh!!!"

"Ah ...

Terrifying cries came from beneath the soil, and undead creatures covered in long, black cloth with bright red fur emerged from the earth.

They reeked of blood, their eyes flashing green light, staring malevolently at anything with a living presence in the island's arena!