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

Chapter 93 Nine Killing Demonic Thunder

Mochizuki Chika sat in the back row of these nine people, and she looked like she was the captain of the National Pavilion team or something.

Next are figures like Mochizuki Meiken and the Japanese Reicho, who are mentors and leaders of the Nishimori-kaku.

On either side of this group of people were many others dressed in similar attire; they included students and scholars from the West Guardian Pavilion.

There were only about thirty guards, guard officers, garrison commanders, and guest advisors.

The national pavilion's exchange is not open to the public, so only a few witnesses are needed, and no filming or recording is allowed.

A coach from the Japan National Team stood up and announced loudly, "The competition will be one-on-one; each team will select five players for one-on-one duels!"

"You guys discuss who should go on stage!"

Originally, the competition format was to be decided by both sides, but Xiao Rizi decided on the format without consulting them at all, assuming that Zhang Chen was the only one who was stronger, and directly adopted the competition format that was most advantageous to them.

Their loud voice completely blocked any room for negotiation. If they were to propose changing the competition format, the Japanese would immediately look down on them. It also showed that Zhang Chen was the only capable fighter in their pair, so they could just target Zhang Chen directly.

What a despicable life! Unfortunately, they were completely wrong.

Ai Jiangtu merely frowned slightly, without saying anything.

He glanced at the two people next to him who were still mocking the Japanese team members with white cloths on their heads, and pointed at Zhang Chen and Mo Fan, saying, "We've already selected our people. These two and I will spar with your national team members."

"You choose five people, and then each of you can randomly pick five of us to have five one-on-one duels. Can't you count?" the blond man said. "If we win three out of five matches, then we win, right?" Ai Jiangtu replied.

"So you're choosing three people?" A Japanese commander dressed in a special operations uniform raised his thick eyebrows, a hint of annoyance flashing in his eyes.

Honestly, if he were thirty or forty years younger, he would have jumped up and taught these arrogant Chinese players a lesson!

These guys don't take the Japanese National Team players seriously at all!

"The captain is so awesome!" Jiang Yu secretly gave Ai Jiangtu a thumbs up. "However, this means that neither the captain, Zhang Chen, nor Mo Fan can afford to lose," Guan Yu said. "How could they possibly lose!?" Zhao Manyan exclaimed. "Who goes first?" Zhang Chen asked. "I'll go first! Let me teach that bitch a lesson!"

Mo Fan walked directly onto the dueling platform and pointed at Mochizuki Chika, saying, "Hey, you doorman! Come down and have a go!"

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Chihiro Mochizuki was already feeling very frustrated, so when Mo Fan came knocking on her door, there was no reason for her to refuse.

The coach of the Japanese national team was about to say something, but was immediately stopped by Mochizuki Chika, who said, "Let me teach this kid a lesson first!"

This rude and foul-mouthed brat actually dared to choose me! He's practically asking for trouble. I'll teach him a lesson and vent my anger first. I refuse to believe I can't handle him, but I can at least deal with him!

"This arrogant guy actually chose Miss Qianxun."

"Hahaha, I'm waiting to see him beg for mercy on his knees after being beaten by Miss Qianxun. No one in our team has escaped Miss Qianxun's wrath."

The students were unaware of what was happening at the entrance of the West Guardian Pavilion and were already conversing in Japanese. This showed their complete confidence in Mochizuki Chika and their dismay and amusement at Mo Fan's choice.

Some of the higher-ups in the seats on both sides did not show anything, but just watched quietly.

"Let's begin!" said Nobuko Fujikata.

Mo Fan and Wang Yueqianxun were fifty meters apart. Generally speaking, in a duel between mages, the first mover should take the initiative. After all, low- to mid-level mages have very limited skills to use, and their fighting style is mostly limited to mutual magical bombardment, back and forth, like a turn-based game.

However, Mochizuki Chika did not move, nor did she connect the star track. It was as if she deliberately let Mo Fan make the first move. She just stood there with a somewhat arrogant gaze, observing Mo Fan's every move.

With a sharp gaze, playful yet not nonchalant, Mo Fan knew this Japanese woman was no ordinary person, so he didn't stand on ceremony with her and casually conjured more than a dozen pure black lightning seals.

With a twist, the dozen or so lightning seals immediately became thicker and stronger, transforming into a long, thick lightning whip, one end of which Mo Fan firmly grasped in his hand.

The moment they saw the black lightning seal, everyone—from the higher-ups and mentors on both sides to Mochizuki Chika—became serious, abandoned their arrogance, and began to draw the magic.

Mo Fan was too lazy to waste words. He swung his arm fiercely, whipping the long whip of lightning, which was made up of all the lightning seals, horizontally toward Wang Yue Qianxun.

The lightning whip crackled as it swept through the air, with black lightning threads flashing and spreading black mist. Anyone who was even slightly touched by these lightning threads would be immediately paralyzed.

If too much black energy accumulates within the body, it will generate its own lightning, which will resonate with the black lightning threads outside, producing nine lightning explosions within the body. The power of each lightning explosion is no less than that of a mid-level spell, and it is almost a true injury effect that can only be resisted by one's own physical constitution.

Mochizuki Chika rolled away to dodge, but Mo Fan's casting speed was even faster than Mochizuki Chika's.

Mo Fan unleashed a series of lightning whip strikes, watching Mochizuki Chika struggle to dodge, and sneered, "I thought you couldn't dodge!"

A grayish-blue bellflower inexplicably appeared at her feet. Its petals were large, with five segments, each as tall as a person. The five prism-like petals quickly wrapped around Mochizuki Chika, turning her into a flower stalk as tall as a person.

This allowed Mochizuki Chika to catch her breath slightly, but after seeing that each strike of the lightning whip left deep lightning marks on it, she quickly connected to the constellation.

Magical vines, covered in gray-blue bellflowers, appeared, intertwining and spreading.

Mo Fan lightly stepped on the ground, and pure white wings appeared on his back as he rose into the sky. Black energy emanated from his body, and black stars, star trails, and star maps quickly connected.

In that short period of time, the smooth stone ground was transformed into a dense, gray-blue jungle!

The jungle was still growing, and it was like a living thing, able to sense Mo Fan's presence. After Mo Fan jumped into the air, it rushed up even faster. Mo Fan looked down and found that dozens of vines, tendrils, and brambles had already surged up and were about to reach his ankles.

But the black lightning constellation suddenly burst forth with a dark gray light, and with a powerful flick of its arms, thousands of thick black lightning bolts rained down, striking towards Moteng and Mochizuki Chika in the dueling arena.