Physical mage, challenge me to a solo duel!

America, Florida, Oran.

As dawn broke, in a deserted, dilapidated building with crumbling walls, stood a set of exquisite tables and chairs that seemed out of place with its surroundings.

Five sets of exquisite plates were placed on the table, with tender steaks still steaming on them, and red wine gently swirling in a decanter next to them.

However, the chair in the main seat was occupied by a refined elderly man in a suit and tie.

Suddenly, a figure appeared out of thin air on the chair next to the old man.

Biancheng.

The visitor, dressed as a pastor, appeared to be in his fifties, with a solemn expression and a gleaming silver cross around his neck. He addressed the elderly man seated at the head of the table, asking, "It's been a long time. What important matter requires your personal attention?"

"Rotating wheel".

King Biancheng nodded slightly in acknowledgment, but offered no explanation, simply saying, "We'll talk once everyone's here."

King Yama looked at the number of cutlery pieces on the table and was slightly alarmed.

Five sets? Could it be that King Biancheng has summoned all the Yama Kings of the Underworld?

Will King Qin Guang, who hasn't appeared in public for a long time, also come?

But if King Qin Guang comes, how could Biancheng sit in the main seat?

With many questions in mind, King Yama waited patiently.

Before long, two figures, one fat and one thin, one tall and one short, appeared from the stairwell and slowly approached.

The tall, fat man was probably in his forties, wearing a white chef's uniform and covered in fat, while the short, thin man had a youthful face with freckles and acne, looking like a student.

"Haha, Bian Cheng, Zhuan Lun, you're here early." The fat man looked at the two people on the table, and was also surprised. Then he laughed and patted the skinny elementary school student next to him: "We just happened to run into Dushi on the way, so we came together."

The students, known as city dwellers, timidly greeted King Biancheng and King Zhuanlun with their eyes.

King Yama glanced at the fat man who had spoken, then looked away.

King Biancheng nodded slightly at the two of them: "Chu Jiang, Dushi, please take your seats."

After the two found a seat, King Chujiang frowned deeply as he looked at the beef on his plate: "Who arranged this meal? I've already said I don't eat beef!"

After speaking, King Chujiang reached for the decanter on the table and, seemingly oblivious to everyone else, gulped down two mouthfuls. Then, wiping his mouth, he asked, "Biancheng, what's the purpose of calling everyone here this time? Is it an annual meeting? Isn't it a bit early? Haha..."

King Biancheng made no response to King Chujiang's actions, but simply said again, "We'll talk after everyone's gathered."

King Chujiang noticed there was still one empty seat left and couldn't help but laugh: "What, is Boss Qin Guang also attending this time? If I had known he was coming, I would have dressed up more elaborately."

King Biancheng remained silent, and King Chujiang, feeling awkward, could only purse his lips and take another sip of red wine.

After waiting a few more minutes, a young man dressed in a sleazy manner suddenly appeared in the house.

In an instant, the solemn King of Wheels, the smiling King of Chujiang, and the timid King of the City all turned their gazes to this unfamiliar young man.

An invisible pressure surged in like a tsunami. The sleazy-looking youth immediately raised his hands, whistled, and laughed, "Just two minutes late? No need for this much hostility, is it?"

At this moment, King Biancheng, who was in the main seat, spoke up to break the tense atmosphere: "Let me introduce you, this is the newly appointed coroner, King Wu."

After King Biancheng spoke, his hostility subsided slightly. King Chujiang clicked his tongue and said, "The position of coroner has been vacant for so many years. Finally, someone has taken over. Congratulations, congratulations!"

The newly appointed coroner, Wang, slowly walked to the table, pulled out the last seat, and sat down. Then, his right leg began to tremble uncontrollably.

King Yama glanced at the already full seats and frowned slightly: "So, Qin Guang isn't coming?"

"That's right, it's rare to have so many people here, it's a bit inappropriate for Boss Qin Guang not to show up, isn't it?" King Chujiang immediately chimed in.

The City King lowered his head slightly and remained silent, but the Coroner King spoke up, saying, "I have just taken the seat of the Coroner King and have not yet met the King of Qin Guang. I should meet him."

"I'm sorry, King Qin Guang is very busy and I'm afraid he can't make it." At this moment, an apologetic voice suddenly rang out in the empty room, and then a young man wearing a trench coat and carrying a drawing board appeared in front of them.

Having learned from the example of the coroner Wang, this time everyone wasn't too nervous. However, King Chujiang asked, "Biancheng, is this another newly appointed King of Hell?"

"He is not the King of Hell." King Biancheng slowly raised his head, looked at the young painter in front of him, and said expressionlessly, "He is the initiator of this gathering."

Upon hearing this, a look of inexplicable surprise appeared on everyone's faces.

"The reason I've gathered everyone here is that I hope you can take a day out of your busy schedules to help me complete a task, which is..."

The young painter spoke very politely, but before he could finish, he was interrupted by King Chujiang.

"What a load of crap! Since it wasn't Qin Guang who organized this, and it's not like King Biancheng had something to do, why did you call me here? Let's call it a day, it's a waste of time." King Chujiang slammed the decanter onto the table, then stood up to leave.

As he passed by the young painter, King Chujiang couldn't help but sneer and spit, his fleshy face trembling: "Who do you think you are, daring to issue tasks? Even if you are Qin Guang's little lover, you'd better shut your bird mouth from now on."

"Three hours from now, the Chinese team participating in this year's Magic High School World League will pass through that main road five kilometers away. Your mission is to wait for the signal and then intercept and kill them," the young painter finished speaking calmly.

"Damn it, did you go deaf when I told you to shut up?!" King Chujiang reached out and grabbed the young painter in front of him by the neck.

With this grab, King Chujiang's soul power immediately surged forth.

Then, they encountered another soul force.

The invisible fluctuations from the clash of soul powers spread out, and all four people in the seats sensed them.

King Chujiang's expression changed slightly. Although he had already considered this possibility, this test confirmed that the mysteriously appearing young painter was indeed an extraordinary person.

The young painter leaped forward, flashing past the outstretched right hand of the Wheel King, and then his gaze swept over everyone.

"I know the hidden identities, true faces, and blood relatives of each of you. If you don't want this information to appear on the desks of political leaders from various countries tomorrow, you'd better complete this mission obediently."

Upon hearing this, apart from King Biancheng, all the other Yama Kings stared intently at the young painter.

A murderous intent surged within him.

But the next moment, the young painter said something that shook them to their core.

"Don't forget, who bestowed upon you the identity of a space mage? My human crystal is not so easily absorbed."

After speaking, the young painter casually slashed open a illusory world, and three young men with different clothes, different figures, and different faces walked out of the illusory world.

The four soul forces merged smoothly and strangely, their immense power, far surpassing that of all the extraordinary beings present, weighed heavily on the hearts of the five Yama Kings.

"Don't want to do the mission? Fine, either you all kill me here, or I'll kill you all here."

"The choice of which path to take is yours to make."