Full-Time Magister: Dark Throne

People from all over the world began arriving in Venice as early as two weeks ago.

The already small water town suddenly saw nearly three times the number of tourists in a short period of time.

The waterways, bridges, squares and other public places became crowded.

Thirty-two flags were hung over Venice.

As the sun rises, magical cannon salutes resound throughout this beautiful city nestled in the bay.

A magnificent and sacred light shone down, falling upon the young and energetic faces of the teams from various countries.

Young monks from various countries almost universally yearn for such a stage where they can truly shine.

Once you step onto the stage of the Venice Water City showdown for the world's top universities, you can be seen by people all over the world.

They basked in the gazes of their envy, admiration, or expectation.

Standing on this stage, you will gain more than just glory.

It will also be the ladder to the path of magic in the future!

Once you step onto the stage of the Venice showdown, as long as you perform well enough, those major powers will all cast their favor upon you.

Whether it's a colossal entity like the Parthenon or the Inquisition, or a regional hegemon of magical power like the Temple of Liberty or the Asian Magic Association, they are all like this.

"Here, I would like to first pay tribute to the Temple of Liberty in the Americas, the Dubai Mage Tower in Asia... the Parthenon, the Hunter's Alliance, the Holy Inquisition... and of course, the protagonists of this grand event, the most outstanding young mages from thirty-two countries around the world, selected through rigorous processes from various magic academies..."

As in previous years, Doge Fabio of Venice delivered his opening remarks in a loud and clear voice.

Standing in front of him were thirty-two teams of young mages, each with a different aura.

They stood tall, chests puffed out, proudly observing everything in the arena.

Among them, the most eye-catching was the man in black standing at the head of the Chinese National Government team.

He stood there quietly, yet he seemed to form a black hole around him, constantly swallowing the curious gazes of others.

"Is he He An?" The court's chief mage, Pang Lai, asked the person beside him curiously.

As the saying goes, seeing is believing.

Although Pang Lai had long since witnessed the prowess of the strongest captain of the National Academy from the words of those around him, and had even helped the captain with some small matters.

But seeing them today, I realize how pale their descriptions are.

Sitting next to him was the Grand Master Elder of the Australian Holy Temple, Grand Master Ian.

"Of course, isn't it far beyond your imagination?" the white-haired old man laughed.

Although he was talking to Pang Lai, his eyes were constantly fixed on He An.

This captain of the Chinese National Government can now be considered half a successor of the Holy Altar.

"Indeed, there are some. These geniuses cannot be measured by ordinary standards," Pang Lai said with a sigh, a hint of reminiscence in his eyes.

Several years ago, he had considered taking a summoning prodigy as his apprentice.

Which summoner mage in China wasn't incredibly excited after learning that Pang Lai had taken on a disciple, believing that their ancestors had finally shown their divine intervention? Or that their ancestral graves were emitting auspicious smoke?

But he didn't.

After a brief moment of thought, he declined Pang Lai's invitation to become his disciple.

When Pang Lai asked him why, his answer was quite simple:

"We are pursuing different paths."

Pang Lai's research focuses on the three major summoning plane holy sites that connect to the super-level summoning magic system.

The Tower of a Thousand Races, the Valley of Ten Thousand Dragons, and the most mysterious Tomb of the Fallen Kingdom.

Pang Lai spent his entire life trying to unveil the mystery of the national beast in the Tomb of the Fallen Kingdom, to see what kind of divine form it possessed.

That genius, however, was pursuing the direction of Zerg summoning.

The two sides have many serious disagreements regarding their views on summoning.

"He must have arrived at that place by now," Pang Lai thought to himself, letting out a soft sigh.

Helan Mountain was a very dangerous place for him as well, and he didn't know if that summoning genius who had just reached the high level could survive there...

"Captain He An, go draw lots," Instructor Feng Li said to He An with a smile.

"Let them draw lots. We'll just play against the rest." He An glanced at the bustling lottery site and said indifferently, "Anyway, it's their bad luck whoever we play against. It doesn't matter who we play against."

Feeling the oppressive aura that seemed to permeate everything around him, Feng Li couldn't help but sigh, "It's still you!"

"Okay, I'll go and tell the referee team."

Although the judging panel didn't quite understand, such behavior wasn't considered a violation, and after obtaining the consent of the representatives from each country, they let them go.

Soon, the results of the lottery were announced.

Before the Chinese National Team could even review their opponents' roster, the shouts and curses from the Japanese team nearby gave them away.

"Baka!!"

"It's a cover-up! This is absolutely a cover-up!"

"I'm not satisfied! I want my visa verified!"

"They are our opponents?" Mo Fan's expression was strange.

He couldn't suppress the urge to burst into laughter.

I really didn't expect that!

These arrogant Japanese devils were already badly beaten up by the Red Ornament Guild during the mission, and now they're the first ones to get beaten up in the Venice finals.

"Wait!" Jiang Yu, who was studying the match schedule, suddenly spoke up.

"It seems like we're still playing the opening match!"

"Pfft!" Jiang Shaoxu finally couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

They were thrashed by the Chinese team in their opening match. I wonder if people back home will be urging them to commit seppuku at any moment?

Just then, mentor Feng Li walked over and said to He An:

"Captain He An, after discussion among the five mentors, it has been decided that you will be the sole participant in the opening match of the first round."

"Let's get this off to a great start!"

Feng Li smiled and gestured to He An not to hold back, to beat the opponent as badly as possible.

Japan has mocked their national team enough over the years; today is finally the time to go back and prove them wrong.

"Okay." He An nodded.

He might not agree to play against other national teams.

But Japan...

Ha ha.

After the Japanese team briefly discussed their tactics, both sides stepped onto the Venetian Colosseum.

As it was the first match of the opening ceremony, the arena was packed with spectators.

"What happened? Why is there only one person on the Chinese team? Are the rest of their players?"

The incredible situation of one person taking on five opponents at the opening ceremony was quickly noticed by the audience and became a topic of discussion.

"Hmph! Those weaklings from China must know they're going to fight our great magical nation, and they're so scared they're leaving only one captain to hold things together!"

"The Japanese are still as blindly arrogant as ever. They even managed to break through our American Pavilion by themselves, and you can still be immersed in your own dream. I really admire you."

"Baka! Proud Americans! We've put up with you for too long! If it weren't for your stupid moves, we wouldn't have lost the university competition!"

"You bunch of useless trash, why don't you take down my America's National Pavilion Seal before you start barking!"

The stands quickly erupted into a commotion.

But none of this had anything to do with He An, who was in the center of the arena.

"Cheer up! He can only crush those uncoordinated, low-level pirates from the Red Ornaments Guild!"

"They're nothing compared to us, these well-coordinated magic powerhouses!" Shao Hegu, the captain of the Japanese National Team, rallied the team's morale.

But the next second, he will realize how ridiculous what he said was.

The match began at the referee's whistle.

He An stood still, and the shadow beneath his feet instantly spread out, reaching all the way to the feet of the Japanese team.

Before Mingbu Song, who majored in the Shadow Arts, could even use Shadow Escape to escape, the entire Japanese team was swallowed up by the shadows.

China Team.

Victory!!!