Full-Time Magister: Dark Throne

Silence, a deathly silence, enveloped the entire arena.

The arena, which held tens of thousands of people, had never been so quiet, so quiet that even the breathing of those around them could be clearly heard.

The ultimate stillness is followed by the ultimate movement.

The thunderous cheers from the entire audience shook the ancient arena that had witnessed so many years.

The enormous sound even penetrated its dome and traveled to far beyond.

On the referee's stand, several referees stood up, trembling.

Their eyes were only on the black-clad figure standing in the center of the stage, and they didn't even notice how out of sorts they looked as referees.

Of course, even if they realized this, they probably wouldn't care.

Because they had just witnessed history, a miracle that would be worthy of being recorded in the world's academic competition, and perhaps even in the future history of magic!

In the audience, Pang Lai's face was flushed. He stood up and clapped vigorously for He An.

He has lost count of how many years it has been.

ten years?

Twenty years?

Even longer!

China has not achieved such outstanding results in such a world-class competition for a long time.

For a long time, they were even considered unworthy to be associated with other powerful magical nations!

Even in the textbooks of many magical countries, China is only described as an ancient magical civilization, rather than as one of the current magical powers!

Now they can be said to have finally achieved great success and are in the limelight!

No wonder the Grand Speaker told me mysteriously that there was a big surprise before he came.

This is such a wonderful surprise!

"How rare! It's rare to see one of the world's top three summoners lose his composure like this," Archmage Ian, sitting next to him, teased.

"Hehe, if it were a genius from our country with such astonishing talent, I would probably be even more flustered than Master Pang Lai."

A familiar voice rang out beside them, and both Pang Lai and Archmage Ian turned to look, exclaiming in surprise:

"The Governor?"

The opening match had just ended when the Venetian Doge Fabio came to the Chinese team's stands to celebrate.

This speed is undeniably fast.

"It seems the Governor is taking this opening match very seriously," Archmage Ian said with a smile.

"That's for sure. A record of ending a match instantly despite being at a complete disadvantage against five opponents is unprecedented in a competition like the World University Tournament, where geniuses abound." Governor Fabio replied with a smile as he watched He An walk off the arena.

There are indeed genius mages who can take on five opponents at once.

But they often just crush ordinary mages who are far inferior to them in talent, family background, and resources.

Such strength is somewhat insufficient on a stage like the World University Competition.

You are a genius, but geniuses like you are everywhere here.

It's fair to say that He An's current performance has already secured him the championship in this year's Venice tournament.

even……

A glint of light flashed in the eyes of Pang Lai, Ian, and Fabio at the same time.

A single word came to mind:

Forbidden Spell Stance!

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On the other side, He An, who had just arrived at the coffee shop, was greeted by two resentful gazes before he could even sit down.

"Old He, I was planning to make a fortune by exploiting people's stereotypes about the Chinese national team!" Mo Fan glared at He An with resentment.

The cost of Xiao Yanji's baby formula is getting higher and higher. If it weren't for the fact that he could go back to his mother's home in Zhuoyuan to get some money back, his Da Mofan's funds would have dried up.

If he still wants to provide milk powder, he'll have to keep working like a beast of burden, taking on hunter's jobs.

After much difficulty, following Zhao Manyan's advice, they found a way to gamble on the outcome of the academic competition.

Mo Fan, who was excitedly preparing to make a fortune by exploiting information asymmetry, had his door shut by He An before he even got started.

Although Zhao Manyan was slightly better, there was still a hint of resentment in his gaze as he looked at He An.

He was even planning to make a fortune and brag about it to his old man!

Now that He Anlai has done this, many organizations that compile power rankings for various national teams have quietly moved Zhe Luo, who was ranked first, to second place.

They even slyly added a few big words to the end of the poster: "Number One Overall Chance of Winning the Championship!"

"This is a good thing! Gambling is no good; it's best to stay away from it."

He An said with a smile.

That's what they say on the surface, but in reality, the biggest behind-the-scenes player in the global competition between top universities is Pearl Capital, controlled by Andrei.

He An's philosophy is very simple.

Why gamble on winnings and losses when you can make money sitting down?

You should know that the ones who make the most money are never the gamblers, but the casinos!

"You're that He An guy?" Just as the three were joking around, a somewhat arrogant voice suddenly rang out from their side.

He An frowned slightly and looked back.

A tall man dressed in velvet stood behind him, flanked by two burly bodyguards who diligently protected him.

Although He An found the two bodyguards' abilities suspiciously low, for most people, having two mages as bodyguards was already a prestigious status that could be boasted about.

The tall man had combed, wavy, brownish-gold hair, revealing a very stylish profile.

He looked down at He An, who was sitting in the chair, his eyes full of arrogance and disdain.

"How dare you be so bold? The prince is asking you a question!" one of the bodyguards said impatiently when He An didn't reply for a long time.

"Prince?" Mo Fan and Zhao Manyan exchanged a glance and burst into laughter.

"What era are we living in? Why are you still having these prince and princess stories? Have you been eaten by demons?"

"Hahahahaha!"

Unlike the two of them, the passersby in the café had a completely different opinion of the prince.

"It's him!"

"Gustin Bourbon, the Prince of Spain!"

"Is that His Highness Prince Bourbon of the Spanish royal family?"

"I'm your fan! I'm totally smitten by your looks!"

"He's even more handsome than in the photos!"

Several female tourists screamed upon hearing the name, their exclamations leaving Mo Fan completely stunned.

"Seriously, is it because of this kid's looks? Is he as handsome as me?" Mo Fan complained to Zhao Manyan speechlessly.

He An smiled slightly.

If Mo Fan knew that this ugly woman in his eyes would try to chat up Mu Ningxue, what would he think?

This Prince Bourbon will probably turn into eight pieces, won't he?

Ok……

Perhaps it's not that big?

"Hey! I'm asking you a question! Are all Chinese people this rude?" Seeing that He An was ignoring him, Boban couldn't take it anymore.

He has been pampered since birth, so who would ignore him like this?

The moment he opened his mouth, the servants in the castle wished they could learn magic, and a wind or a ground wave would appear before him.

"We've finished our coffee, let's go," He An said to the two of them with a smile.

"Indeed, the scenery here isn't as good as people say online, especially that yellowish-brown thing, it's so glaring and disgusting," Mo Fan said pointedly.

Prince Boban might be stupid, but he wasn't stupid enough not to understand the implication in Mo Fan's words: "Who the hell are you talking about?!"

"Buzz~"

Just as the enraged Prince Bourbon was about to touch Mo Fan's clothes, a spatial fluctuation suddenly sent him and his two bodyguards away.

Mo Fan looked at He An in surprise, his eyes frantically asking: When did you awaken your spatial abilities?

Ignoring Mo Fan's twitching eyelids, He An packed up the coffees for the rest of the National Team and turned to leave.

"Sir, you..." The city guard captain, who arrived late, hesitated before speaking to He An.

"Self-defense, isn't it?" He An pointed at Mo Fan and chuckled.

"Ah! Yes, yes! It was self-defense," the city guard captain said repeatedly.

Prince Bobon's fingers were almost touching Mo Fan, so it was definitely self-defense!

As for Prince Bourbon and his two bodyguards, who were hanging in mid-air with only a strip of cloth covering their bodies.

The city guard captain could only silently mourn for them in his heart.

They were just too stupid to mess with the wrong people.

A powerful forbidden spell seed—that's someone that all the major powers are vying for!

Is advancing to the forbidden spells of the Dark Magic Department too difficult?

That's not important at all. What's important is whether you have enough power to make them willingly pay the price!

It is clear.

He An has the ability!