I just became a mage, and my skills have become supernatural? What the heck?

The fourth floor is the main base of the Japanese Empire.

A thick ice wall completely surrounded the entire campsite.

At the main entrance of the camp, there is a torii gate carved out of solid ice.

On either side of the torii gate, two ice-sculpted komainu (guardian dogs) crouch.

I don't know which bored guy carved it out, chisel by chisel.

Below the torii gate.

Several Japanese professionals, wrapped in thick fur coats, stood guard behind the ice wall.

Trembling, his teeth chattering.

"hiss……"

A guard named Watanabe rubbed his arms and breathed white vapor into his palms.

"When will this damn natural disaster ever end?"

The companion next to him shrank his neck.

"Just bear with it."

"It'll only take half a day."

Watanabe pursed his lips, then suddenly remembered something.

"Oh, right."

"The leader went to a meeting at Adams Camp, why hasn't he returned yet?"

His companion chuckled.

"A meeting?"

"I think they went drinking."

"The last time the leader came back from Adams' camp, he was reeking of alcohol and humming a little tune."

"Shh-"

Watanabe quickly made a shushing gesture.

"Keep your voice down, or Lord Miyamoto will hear you and you'll be in big trouble."

The voice just fell.

"Buzz—"

In the open space in the center of the camp.

The air distorted slightly, and a gentle breeze appeared out of nowhere.

Followed by.

A figure tumbled out of the wind.

The people at the door were startled.

"Who is it?"

Watanabe took a closer look.

The next second, he was stunned.

"Kaze... Lord Kazama?!"

A leader who is usually very elegant and walks with a confident stride.

He was in a terrible state at that moment.

The white hunting robe was torn in several places, and the edges were charred black from being burned.

His face was deathly pale, and he was breathing heavily.

"Lord Kazama is back!!"

Watanabe yelled into the camp.

……

soon.

The Japanese in the camp swarmed around it.

The crowd automatically parted to make way.

A man around fifty years old, with his hand on the hilt of a knife at his waist, strode over.

He had a samurai-style topknot, a square face, and his face was taut with thick, horizontal muscles.

A woman was following behind him.

She has long, slender eyebrows and a smile playing on her lips.

Miyamoto Isshin walked closer, saw the person in the snow, and paused for two seconds.

"Kazama?"

"What are you doing...?"

"Pfft."

Before he could finish speaking...

Chishima Tsukimi couldn't hold back any longer.

"Oh dear."

"What happened to Lord Kazama? Why is he in this state?"

Kazama Ryuichi blushed.

He got up from the snow and brushed the snow off himself.

"Cough cough."

"Shut up."

"I've just... fought a great battle!"

Watanabe approached, looking concerned.

"Sir, who hit you?"

"Who hit me?!"

Kazama Ryuichi's eyes widened.

"fart!"

"I'm surrounded by four old geezers from the Ice City of the Dragon Kingdom!"

"Xiao Zhenbei, Leng Qingshuang, Huo Kaishan, and that Wen Yuan!"

"Four against one!"

"That's all the Chinese people are good for!"

These words were spoken.

Everyone suddenly realized.

"Is it Xiao Zhenbei and his gang again?"

"Tsk, four against one, shameless."

Kazama Ryuichi glanced at the crowd.

This time, it wasn't because of those four people that I was beaten.

Instead, he was defeated by a level 64 player.

But can I talk about this?

I can't say.

Anyway, no one would believe me if I told them.

Even if someone believes it, where would Kazama Ryuichi's face be?

A top-tier wind-elemental super-level mage from the mighty Ying Kingdom was beaten into a rout by an eighteen-year-old brat.

No.

This matter must be kept to oneself.

At the very least, the Japanese must not find out.

Otherwise, I won't be able to hold my head up high in the country anymore.

"snort."

Kazama Ryuichi snorted coldly.

"Four super-powerful beings are ganging up on me."

"I escaped unscathed, without a scratch!"

Upon hearing this...

Watanabe immediately knew better and started flattering him.

"Kazama-sama is awesome!"

"Throughout the entire fourth floor, when it comes to agility, if Lord Kazama says he's second, no one dares to claim first!"

"Exactly!"

"On the fourth floor, Lord Kazama can go wherever he wants!"

"So cool! So cool!"

A chorus of praise immediately erupted from the surrounding crowd.

Kazama Ryuichi was so flattered that his chin unconsciously rose a few notches.

Only Chishima Tsukimi seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"Okay, okay."

"Lord Kazama's ability to escape from four high-ranking officials of the Dragon Kingdom is truly a unique skill."

"I just wonder when they'll finally stand up for themselves and stop always running away?"

Kazama Ryuichi was momentarily speechless.

"What do you know?"

"This is called a tactical retreat."

"This is the essence of our Japanese ninja way... no, it's the way of wind!"

Chishima Tsukimi rolled her eyes, too lazy to argue with him.

Kazama Ryuichi took a deep breath.

I'm home.

Safe.

His Wind Anchor Point was unknown to anyone else in the entire fourth layer of the world.

My nerves, which had been on edge the whole way, finally relaxed.

but……

Thinking of that boy, Kazama Ryuichi's eyelids twitched wildly again.

No.

We must get to Adams Camp immediately.

We must tell Lawrence Lin Mo's background immediately!

A three-elemental super-tier mage, eighteen years old, level 64...

There's a very high probability that there are more than three series!

If this monster is allowed to grow for a few more years, who in this hunting grounds, or even the entire Blue Star, could control him?

"Alright, everyone disperse."

Kazama Ryuichi waved his hand.

"I need to go to Camp Adams immediately."

Watanabe was taken aback.

"Oh? Sir, you just got back, haven't even had a chance to sit down, and you're already leaving again?"

"It's urgent."

Kazama Ryuichi's face darkened.

Just then.

Behind the crowd.

A young Japanese professional suddenly raised his hand.

He pointed to the sky behind Kazama Ryuichi.

"What...what is that?"

Kazama Ryuichi was taken aback and turned to look.

Everyone looked in the direction he pointed.

All I could see was the horizon.

A sliver of blue light tore through the swirling snow.

Incredibly fast.

Wherever it passed, lightning flashed in the clouds.

"Boom!"

A faint rumble of thunder rolled in.

Kazama Ryuichi stared at the blue light and froze.

It's it!!

It's that thunder spear!!

"impossible……"

Kazama Ryuichi's pupils suddenly contracted.

"How is that possible?!"

He clearly activated the Kamikaze!

The wind tunnel is invisible, and the anchor point leaves no trace!

How did that lightning spear manage to catch up with us?!

Kazama Ryuichi really wanted to run away.

however.

His mental energy had been completely used up in the previous great battle and the rapid travel through the wind.

Miyamoto Isshin was the first to react.

This is……

Top-tier Super-Rank Lightning!

"Enemy attack—!!"

Miyamoto Isshin let out a loud shout.

"Tank Pro!"

"All tank classes, come here, you fucking bastards!!"

"Get to the very front!!"

Upon hearing this roar...

The Japanese in the camp then seemed to wake up from their daze.

The expressions of the tank professionals changed.

however.

That lightning spear was incredibly fast.

It's so fast that most people haven't even been able to activate their skills or get to the front yet.

Thor's spear was already in front of him.

The two tank professionals who were closest to the tank instinctively stepped forward.

One in front of the other.

Two giant shields, each several meters high, crashed to the ground.

Runes flowed across the shield, layer upon layer of buffs stacked up to the maximum in one go.

A tank expert slammed his massive shield into the snow and roared at the top of his lungs.

"Who cares what it is!"

"You have to get past me first!"