Full-Time Magister: What kind of demonic tree is this? It's clearly a sacred tree!

Chapter 121 Portugal

"Whatever! We're also looking forward to getting your badges!" Zhang Chen said nonchalantly, and the others nodded in agreement.

Boblin didn't refute anything, looking like he'd settle things on the field, while Fromm looked at Zhang Chen, his meaning clear: he hoped Zhang Chen wouldn't cower in the back, but would step onto the field and fight.

Oruna sighed; in her opinion, Ferome and his men had absolutely no chance of winning!

"I hope you'll show mercy." Having witnessed their strength, Oruna said to Zhang Chen and the others. As the older sister, although her younger brother had some bad thoughts, she didn't want him to suffer too much.

Oluna's words immediately enraged Ferome, who retorted, "Those low-class bandits are nothing!"

"I think you've lost your mind! I think you need to calm down like the person behind you!"

Zhang Chen looked at Ferome and pointed to Lu Yilin, who was still slapping himself behind him.

"I'll go up in a bit, who wants to go up?" Zhang Chen said. "I want to come too." Mu Nujiao said. The final five-person group was: Zhang Chen, Mu Nujiao, Jiang Yu, Mu Tingying, and Nan Rongni. The five people on Ni's side were their captain Boblin, Ferome, a woman with straight blond hair, a tall man of 1.9 meters, and a girl in green.

Before going on stage, Zhang Chen released Lu Yilin from his mind control and mocked him, "Look at how we played! You're terrible! Don't talk nonsense anymore!"

The two sides could be described as fighting without any formalities, as they could have at the slightest disagreement.

"Alright, let's begin!" Oluna, acting as the referee, announced the start of the competition.

The moment the words left his mouth, Zhang Chen's mental shock shattered the magic they were trying to depict!

Seeing the somewhat flustered expression on Fromm's face, Zhang Chen's lips curled up slightly. Then, his mental power surged into Fromm's mental world, controlling his mind, just like Lu Yilin.

Then she began to watch the battle of the other four. With the mental shock that Zhang Chen had just caused, the American team's spellcasting was naturally a step slower. Mu Nujiao seized this opportunity, and thick, blood-red thorns intertwined and climbed up the body of the American team captain, Boblin. At the same time, wisps of black evil wind swept down from the sky.

The captain of the American delegation was like someone being torn apart in hell, unable to move and only able to endure the black wind tearing at his soul again and again, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

The other Americans were in the same boat, falling directly to a disadvantage.

As the referee, Oluna had a general idea of ​​the situation.

She said to the U.S. National Guard team, "Come down. There's no point in struggling anymore. If you're not as skilled, just practice more."

Oluna's tone indicated that she never thought the American side could win from the beginning.

After saying that, Zhang Chen released his mind control over Fromm, then stepped off the stage and raised an eyebrow at Lu Yilin, who had cerebral palsy, as if to say, "See that? Coward!"

Lu Yilin was feeling very aggrieved and angry, and wanted to get revenge! But he didn't dare show it on his face and pretended not to see it.

Zhang Chen sensed his emotions and was speechless. The mentors really put all sorts of people into the National Team!

Fromm was extremely unwilling, or rather, very frustrated. He had been completely controlled, without any ability to resist. And their long-standing winning streak had been so easily broken today.

He admitted that none of the countries that had come to them before were particularly strong, and that this complete victory would eventually be broken by other powerful countries that came one after another. However, it happened faster than they had imagined, and it was broken by the Chinese government, which they did not have high hopes for.

"We lost. We will change what's on the wall. We apologize for our previous arrogance. You are far more powerful than we imagined." Boblin's face was still pale, but he gradually regained some composure and said earnestly.

The American team's attitude was quite direct; they weren't as unreasonable or furious as one might have imagined.

It can be said that the attitude is completely different from the beginning.

Sure enough, many people are like that. After being beaten up, they learn everything: humility, respect, and manners!

Not long after, Oluna personally presented the medal.

The news that the indestructible statue of the U.S. National Pavilion has been broken will likely spread to universities soon.

In fact, Zhang Chen and his group did not feel that there was anything to be proud of. The national pavilion was, after all, just a national pavilion, and it could not represent the strongest group of countries.

The truly strong teams, like them, travel all over the world and will gather in Venice. That will be the ultimate showdown between young mages, where all sorts of geniuses, freaks, and prodigies will surely emerge!

After that, they spent some time sightseeing and resting in the United States before heading to their next training location, Portugal.

They didn't encounter the Black Vatican as in the original story, because the Black Vatican had long ago noticed that a very powerful person was following and protecting Zhang Chen and his group.

The Northwest Ocean seems even bluer, as clean as an ice mirror, and when there are no waves, it can completely reflect the white, cloud-like sky.

Tinoaia is one of the most beautiful and mysterious cities in Portugal, located near the Northwest Ocean. It is also a gathering place for sea hunters. Almost every hunter who wants to explore the Atlantic Ocean and make a fortune from the treasure-filled sea will stop here, and at the same time, they will squander their fortune overnight.

Whether it's a seaside lounge teeming with beautiful women, a bustling casino, or a magician's arena, there's always endless luxury to enjoy here!

It was only afternoon, and the warm sunlight gracefully spilled onto the sea, the gentle waves rippling in the sea breeze like the hems of girls' skirts.

On the plane, Mo Fan, sitting by the window, was looking down at this beautiful ocean city when he unfortunately witnessed the scene below.

"What are you looking at?" Zhao Manyan asked, leaning closer.

"There's a strange white magic ship down there, it looks like it's going to fill that little harbor completely," Mo Fan muttered.

"A magic ship, huh? It's nothing special."

"It just feels a bit big."

"I've seen all sorts of magic ships, even the biggest ones. This little place's magic ship is nothing special," Zhao Manyan said with an air of arrogance.

A sea breeze blew, carrying a faint, strange odor emanating from the massive skeleton. This odor permeated the small harbor, where the wooden pier was already crowded with people. None of them had ever seen anything like it before, and all sorts of terrifying rumors began to brew amidst their horror. It was believed that it wouldn't be long before the rumors spread throughout the entire city of Tinoaya.

"This—this is really big, ridiculously big!" Zhao Manyan swallowed, his eyes practically bulging out.