Two Realms: I am a Genius Magician

As soon as the three rushed into Han Qianfei's tent, he snapped the neck of the one in front of him. Seeing that they had no chance of winning, the other two decided to run away.

Han Qianfei did not pursue, not because he was kind, nor because he was not strong enough, but because he did not want to face Ye Hongren in the next elimination round.

If the two were killed, only he and Ye Hongren would remain in the group. Ye Hongren was a ruthless person who could cut off the vital parts of four number one players in a few breaths, which was much more difficult than killing them.

Han Qianfei meditated in his tent all afternoon. The sight of Lao Liu's corpse, combined with the fact that only the first-place candidate could stay in his tent, created a great deterrent effect, and no one bothered him anymore.

Meditation was something he learned from books during his last return. It sounds simple, but it's difficult to put into practice, and Han Qianfei often failed.

Its requirements are very simple, just four words: empty your mind.

The most difficult thing to tame in a person is their mind. A person can concentrate on doing one thing, but it takes a long time to cultivate the ability to not think about anything.

Han Qianfei lay in bed, a thought would appear in his mind, and he would force it to stop. He didn't know how many thoughts would appear and disappear in his mind.

Finally, he discovered that "stopping any thought" is itself a thought.

He sat up dejectedly, pausing for the moment. This was a long-term training process that probably couldn't be accomplished overnight.

His current meditation won't make him peaceful; it will only make him more irritable.

Half an hour later, he found that his mental strength remained at 196 without any change.

He simply changed his training focus and began to explore his hidden talent.

The threads that spread throughout the world are different from the other three elements. The density of water, metal, and lightning elements changes depending on the environment. For example, there will be more lightning element during thunderstorms, but the transparent threads seem to remain unchanged.

No matter how hard Han Qianfei tried, he couldn't move it even an inch.

After trying all afternoon without any success, my mental energy was completely depleted, though it did increase slightly to 197.

At dinner time, Jiang Xue'er yawned as she walked out of the tent. Looking at the blood-stained ground and the haphazardly sculpted corpses, she curled her lip, stepped onto the floating stone slabs, and soared into the sky.

The three lakes on Sanhu Island are named Zangyu Lake, Zhige Lake, and Xinyue Lake.

Each lake contains a city, and each city has its own function.

Hidden Jade Lake contains the most exquisite treasures of the Mithril Pavilion, said to be enough to buy an entire country.

Zhige Lake is home to Mithril Pavilion's top combat forces and is also the most advanced training ground in the world.

Xinyue Lake is the health and leisure area of ​​the Mithril Pavilion headquarters. Its luxury is such that even the emperor of the empire would be ashamed.

Within the enormous air shield at the bottom of Heartfelt Lake, supported by magical runes, lies a magnificent miniature city.

A giant magic lamp in the sky above the city makes it always daytime.

In a restaurant, beautiful slaves place dishes on the table. They will never be able to leave this city, and they will always be well-fed and clothed.

The sixteen training officers sat together, chatting and laughing.

"Why do you guys say that every year the higher-ups have to select bodybuilders to become Death Warriors?"

"I have indeed heard some rumors, but I don't know if they're true or not. It's said that among all the paths, only the Body Forger has no level divisions and no upper limit."

"That's nonsense. I've never heard of any body temperer reaching the level of an eighth-level professional, let alone breaking through the level nine limit."

Another person said, "Breaking through the limitations of the gods? I don't believe it either."

"Hey, hey, hey, you're not answering the question. If the higher-ups want to cultivate body trainers, they can select the best talents from across the mainland. Why do they have to use death row inmates as bodyguards?"

"Who knows?"

A group of training officers chatted amongst themselves, enjoying their food as they talked.

They are mid-to-lower-level managers of the Mithril Pavilion, usually stationed in various towns across the continent.

They were the pinnacle of military power in their own towns, but once they arrived at Sanhu Island, it was like a county magistrate entering the imperial city.

If it weren't for the annual Deadpool selection event that temporarily reassigned them to headquarters, they would almost never have had the chance to enjoy the delicacies at Heart Lake.

After a few drinks, the conversation flowed freely, and the atmosphere became lively and cheerful.

Most of the conversations revolved around Deadpool.

Someone said, "I wonder how the big battle this afternoon went. I hope all five of us are wiped out."

One person responded: "The higher-ups are really something. They reduced 100 people to five and still didn't stop, they had to create a huge battle. I wonder how many they can actually take with them in the end."

They liked these Deadpools because they were all sinners who could be used without restraint. Even if they were gone, they only needed to report the number of casualties to headquarters, instead of writing long reports like when other personnel were killed.

The idea that only one person could remain in each group, which the Deadpool candidates believed, was a lie designed to motivate them.

Just then, the restaurant door opened, and Jiang Xue'er walked in barefoot.

The entire restaurant fell silent instantly.

She yawned, found an empty seat and sat down, and then a maid placed dishes in front of her.

A man, unaware of what was going on, nudged a familiar training officer with his elbow.

"Huh? Which town is she in? She's really pretty. Why has she stopped talking as soon as she arrived?"

The training officer whispered, "She's the head of the Batan City branch, her name is Jiang Xue'er."

"Batan, a small city. Do you think I have a chance with her?"

The training officer quickly made a shushing gesture and said, "She used to be the captain of the Third Inspection Brigade. She went to Batan City because she made a mistake. If you keep talking nonsense, don't say you know me."

The man's Adam's apple bobbed, and he lowered his head, not daring to look in that direction again.

At that moment, a man dressed in a black mage's robe walked in. Everyone who saw him stood up and stared at him.

Jiang Xueer was the only one eating the fruit in front of her.

The man in the black robe was the person in charge of this Deadpool selection, and also the illusionist who helped Jiang Xue'er test Han Qianfei that night.

The man in black robes waved for everyone to sit down. He said, "Before we get to the main topic, let's understand something. Today, the Magic Research Department contacted me, wanting to find some people with magical talent from the Deadpool candidates to conduct experiments."

Do you have such a person on hand right now?

Seeing everyone remain silent, the man in black robes continued, "The Demon Armor of the Demon Research Department is in the critical stage of overcoming difficulties. This is an S-level project of our Mithril Pavilion. You must have a broad perspective. If the experiment were not life-threatening and only criminals could be used, we would not have approached you."

"Although these Deadpools will be selected and assigned to your ranks to serve you, they are still members of the organization. As long as you contribute people with magical talent, I will make sure you don't suffer any losses."

Everyone's eyes lit up; a reward from headquarters couldn't be anything less than amazing.

Those with manpower should contribute without hesitation.

Jiang Xueer tapped her fingers on the table, and the entire room fell silent instantly.

The man in black robes said in an unhappy tone, "Jiang Xue, what do you want?"

"I'm going to recruit one of the Deadpool candidates as a full-time employee."

The man in the black robe said, "You think the Mithril Pavilion is surnamed Jiang?"