Full-Time Magister: I Am the Shadow King

Chapter 95 Torturing You Like Breathing

"I need an explanation from you."

Ai Jiangtu looked serious. As the captain of the National Team, he had to seek justice for his team members.

Seeing the excited state of the Chinese National Government team, the Japanese National Pavilion team made a different statement, retorting in an annoyed manner.

"Please, the competition has already started after you went on stage, but your team members are still warming up."

"Exactly, exactly! Kitajima-kun has been waiting for so long, what's wrong with making the first move?"

"Blame that guy for not taking the competition seriously. I see he's fine, so he does have some skill."

Seeing that his attack had been dodged without any damage, Kitajima Ryuji stared at Cheng Xiaoyu in astonishment, a question rising in his mind.

With such speed and reaction ability, could this guy be a mage of the same type as me?

With this thought in mind, wind magic energy once again swirled around his arm, transforming into a wind blade, and he quickly rushed forward.

The sound of wind breaking echoed in his ears. Cheng Xiaoyu dodged backward while observing. He was quite curious about how this guy was able to cast such magic, and his speed and reaction were increasing as a result.

Seeing Cheng Xiaoyu's relaxed and carefree smile, Kitajima Ryuji was shocked and a surge of anger rose up. His movements became faster and faster, even leaving afterimages.

The two chased and dodged on the field, drawing gasps of amazement from the onlookers, whose understanding of the fighting style was completely overturned.

"Holy crap, are those two really mages? Which mage is better at close combat?!"

"If it were me, I'd probably be riddled with holes by now—"

"Hmph, what's the use of this guy just hiding? He'll definitely lose in the end."

"Tch, all you do is talk the talk. If it were you, you'd be dead already!"

Not only were the Chinese National Academy team discussing this, but people on the other side were also talking about it. The students of the National Academy were all shocked by Cheng Xiaoyu's strength.

"Who is this person? How can he stand up to Kitajima-kun? We would have lost long ago if we had been able to get close!"

"Ryuji, for our bond, you absolutely—you absolutely have to win!"

Fujikata Nobuko frowned slightly and murmured softly.

"Ryuji possesses the Kitajima family's secret techniques, making close combat a strong point, but that student from China also has terrifying speed and reflexes—"

Wang Yueming stroked his white beard and said in a deep voice.

"This young friend doesn't seem to have used any secret techniques; it's more like pure physical prowess. He even seems to be handling it with ease."

"He wasn't just dodging; he was testing Beidao's strength—"

Wang Yueqian, standing to the side, slightly opened her beautiful eyes and stared intently at the battle on the field, as if she understood Cheng Xiaoyu's thoughts.

She hadn't expected that the man who had spoken rudely to her during the day would display such unfathomable strength tonight.

During the attack, Kitajima Ryuji's patience had been almost worn down. The more Cheng Xiaoyu dodged, the angrier he became, and he decided to kill the guy in one blow.

The wind blades in his hand became increasingly fierce, and his figure shot forward, stabbing fiercely at Cheng Xiaoyu!

"Bang!"

The shockwave spread outwards, and as the dust slowly dissipated, a hand could be seen steadily catching the incoming dagger.

"Hey, I almost lost an eye! Oh no!"

Ryuji Kitajima's pupils contracted as he stared at Cheng Xiaoyu in disbelief. This guy wasn't just barely grabbing his wrist; he was precisely gripping his hand.

"Your strength is not bad, but that's about it—it's my turn!"

Cheng Xiaoyu exuded a strong aura, his fists leaving afterimages as he pounded into Kitajima Ryuji's body, and with a final whip kick, he casually sent him flying to the side, ending the battle in the blink of an eye.

A moment of silence fell, followed by a commotion.

"Impossible! How could Kitajima-kun lose?!"

"This guy is too strong! Is this what a member of the Nationalist government is like?"

Upon seeing Cheng Xiaoyu step off the stage, Zhao Manyan immediately shouted in admiration.

"Brother Yu is awesome! Defeating that guy is as easy as kicking a stray dog ​​to death on the street—hey, why isn't that guy surnamed Zu barking anymore? Want to have a match with Brother Yu?"

Having witnessed what had just happened, Zu Jiming shut his mouth from the bottom of his heart; he didn't want to be beaten to death by a flurry of punches.

Cheng Xiaoyu observed that these people all had some degree of awe and fear towards him. Sure enough, you have to have enough strength when you're out in the world, otherwise there will always be a few blind guys who will jump out and cause trouble.

Late at night, Cheng Xiaoyu ate some fruit at the restaurant and returned to his dormitory. Suddenly, he heard voices coming from ahead.

"It's time to rotate the garrison at the East Garrison. General Takagi, won't you go over there?"

"I'll just grab something and head over—oh, by the way, I'm so sorry about what happened to your older brother, Tsuruta. We've sent out a lot of people to look for him, but we still haven't found a single clue."

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Hearing footsteps approaching from afar, neither of them spoke again. Cheng Xiaoyu discovered that it was Mochizuki Chika and a middle-aged man.

When General Takagi saw someone approaching, he slowly left. As he passed Mochizuki Chika, he glanced at her body sideways, a slight smirk playing on his lips, and a wicked glint in his eyes.

After General Takagi left, Mochizuki Chika remained standing in the same spot, turning her head to look at Cheng Xiaoyu.

Tonight, she wore a kimono with a waist belt and floral fan designs. Her full and graceful figure looked especially alluring under the bright moonlight, and the hidden sexiness would always inadvertently stir a man's heart.

Why weren't you in your room?

"I went to the restaurant and had some fruit—I hope I didn't disturb you?"

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not interested in him."

The two walked towards the dormitory together, chatting occasionally.

"There's something I need to tell you, as a friendly reminder—your sparring session with our gymnast has been recorded, and it will likely be sent to our National Team athletes."

Mochizuki Chika is clearly an upright person and finds this kind of thing unacceptable. If you're going to record it, you should at least get the consent of the person involved.

"It's a small matter. Actually, you can tell if you think about it. Any country would do something like that for its own national team."

Cheng Xiaoyu didn't think much of it and didn't see anything wrong with it, since it was a normal strategy.

"You defeated Beidao without using any secret techniques, right? To be able to defeat him so easily, your physical abilities are terrifying."

.

"It's alright, I just exercise every day."

Unfortunately, no one believes the truth these days. Mochizuki Chika did not comment on this explanation, but turned her head and said seriously.

"I apologize for my rude remarks during the day. You are a worthy opponent."

"Okay, I accept your apology. You're not a member of the National Pavilion team, are you?"

"Um, I————"

Before Mochizuki Chika could finish speaking, suddenly thick, narrow yellow lightning bolts appeared on the mountain of Higashigaku, as if they were about to tear the entire night sky to shreds!

Especially the towering East Guardian Pavilion, its pale castle shrouded in a yellow light of death, seemed on the verge of being reduced to ashes by this natural disaster.

"What happened?"

Mochizuki Chika was horrified and hurriedly ran towards the suspension bridge. Cheng Xiaoyu followed closely behind and heard a faint sound coming from the suspension bridge corridor.

Upon reaching the entrance, I vaguely saw three or four guards fleeing towards us; they looked extremely disheveled.

However, before the guards had even run halfway, several ghost trees suddenly grew out from under the suspension bridge, quickly binding them and throwing them outside. They were instantly reduced to ashes in the swirling yellow lightning!

This scene left Cheng Xiaoyu completely stunned. It took him several seconds to come to his senses and ask.

"Should we tell others about this?"

But Yue Qianxun did not answer him, staring blankly in the direction of the suspension bridge, her lips trembling slightly.

"Miss Mochizuki—Miss Mochizuki!"

After being called several times, Mochizuki Chika finally came to her senses, turned her head and looked at Cheng Xiaoyu with a complicated expression, and said.

"What you just saw—could you please not tell anyone?"

Are you kidding me?

Sister, can't you listen to what you're saying? Someone's already died!