Physical mage, challenge me to a solo duel!

Compared to the group stage format of the team competition, the individual competition is much simpler and more straightforward.

Random matchmaking, two-player duel, and only one chance.

The winner advances to the next round, while the loser is eliminated.

Wang Yi had already thought it through and was prepared to give up the individual competition.

But unexpectedly, I ended up getting this random thing.

"This Japanese player, Junichiro Yamamoto, is the captain of the Kobe Magic University team. This team is quite strong and has made it into the main tournament."

Qi Xiaohao flipped open the battle schedule, glanced at the information, and asked, "What's wrong, Brother Yi? Do you have a grudge against this little Japanese guy?"

Wang Yi sat back on the sofa, propped his feet up on the round table, and explained, "I don't know this Yamamoto very well. It's just that I personally don't like Japan very much."

"Indeed, the people of Japan are despicable, prone to forgery, and have petty courtesy but no sense of righteousness, which is truly disgusting."

Qi Xiaohao naturally sided with Wang Yi, and he didn't have much affection for Japan either: "My dislike for the Japanese is second only to that for the Koreans, right? What about you, Yi-ge?"

Wang Yi said calmly, "It's not a deep-seated issue, just a blood feud."

Wang Yi, a newly minted academic star, is also very familiar with the modern history of this world under the tutelage of teachers Da Yu and Xiao Yu.

Fortunately, the Chinese civilization in this world did not suffer as much as the one in his original world.

Therefore, Qi Xiaohao and the others only disliked the Japanese, and naturally did not have any blood feud with them.

Although Wang Yi knew that it might not be appropriate to make such an analogy, since they were from two different worlds.

However, it's hard not to relate to it.

"A blood feud? Is it that serious?"

Qi Xiaohao grinned secretly, then slammed the match list on the table: "Let's fucking kill this bastard!"

The others were curious about how Wang Yi had developed this blood feud.

However, it wasn't appropriate to ask too many questions.

In fact, even without considering the blood feud from their past lives, Wang Yi's enmity with the Japanese in this life had already been established long ago.

When I first did a mission with Chen Guang, the high-level mage we faced in Zhuchuan City was the one with the disguise of flesh and blood and the Phoenix Flame Domain.

Yang Li, a night watchman on the field, was sitting next to Wang Yi when that guy burned him to ashes.

Not to mention the other innocent passersby in the hotel.

Although the person using the alias David had already died at Wang Yi's hands, the source of the problem was impossible to trace.

But don't forget, magic also has its limitations.

Wang Yi had obtained that guy's human crystal, and he knew exactly what kind of magic that guy had absorbed.

The Phoenix Flame Domain was obtained through black market manipulation in Zhuchuan City, while the Flesh and Blood Disguise originated from South Korea.

However, that guy was not from South Korea, because the most basic, common, rare, and divine-grade magic originated from the interdimensional portal in Japan.

It was only after Wang Yi studied under the teachers Da Yu and Xiao Yu that he was able to distinguish it.

So that guy is most likely one of the Japanese.

Originally, the matter had happened a long time ago, and Wang Yi usually didn't remember it.

But at this moment, seeing his opponent in the singles competition, the face of Yang Li, a field operative of the Night Watch Army, came back to Wang Yi's mind.

"It shouldn't be the Japanese who benefit."

Wang Yi vigorously wiped his face; he really didn't want to admit defeat in this one-on-one match.

"Then go ahead and fight. Even though you're just an avatar, you're so brave when you fight your own people. There's no reason why you should back down when it's time to fight outsiders."

Recalling the humiliation he had suffered two minutes earlier, Ren Ming huddled in the corner and said sourly.

At this moment, Wang Yi's clone, Li Wang, emerged from the bedroom, wielding the Crimson Blood Halberd.

"Does this little Japanese kid know spatial magic?"

Qi Xiaohao quickly flipped through the documents: "There's no record of it in the documents. I don't know if it's not there, or if it's been hidden away and hasn't been used."

"I hope not, that would save us some trouble."

Wang Yi, the Power King, was well aware of his situation. He only had four magic spells at his disposal, and if he encountered something like teleportation, it would be difficult to handle.

"Even with my talent, I haven't been able to absorb spatial magic, so why does this little Japanese kid have it?"

Ren Ming snorted and looked at Wang Yi, who was holding the Crimson Blood Halberd, and said, "Squad leader, since you're going to fight, don't embarrass yourself. Take him down in two minutes."

Wang Yi, the "Power King," held up one finger: "Don't worry, it'll be faster to beat him than to beat you."

Ren Ming nodded in satisfaction. What kind of class was that little Japanese? How could he possibly last the same amount of time as him?

Even a minute would be too much of a favor for him.

Wang Yi, the powerful king, was too lazy to say anything more and turned to go back to his bedroom.

He needs to find a pair of sturdy, loose-fitting pants that are also very stretchy.

With the matter resolved, Wang Yi, the "Milk King," who was sitting on the sofa, didn't bother with it anymore, since fighting wasn't his job anyway.

Qi Xiaohao picked up the match list and handed it to Wang Jiang, then went to study Wang Jiang's opponent.

As the "Milk King" Wang Yi closed his eyes, his thoughts drifted to the magical world.

Since the main body went in and came out last week, bringing back four super-grade magic crystals, there has been no news from them for so long.

This is clearly abnormal.

Milk King Wang Yi naturally knows himself very well. At present, the two-world passage in Beimian has been completely controlled by the Night Watch Army. It only takes Gou King Wang Yi, who is in charge of communications, less than ten minutes to make a trip.

Even if I don't go every day, I can at least go every few days without any problems.

Even if the main body decides to explore outwards with Ren Tianque, leaving the vicinity of this Star Gate to search for a higher-level spatial passage.

However, normally, before leaving, the main body would definitely make Gou Wang Wang Yi make one more trip to share the memories with the three secondary clones here before leaving.

So this sudden and silent disappearance must mean something is wrong.

If they encountered an emergency, they wouldn't even have the chance to send a message to King Gou (Wang Yi).

Either... a total wipeout!

However, both the main body and Ren Tianque possess legendary-level leap abilities, so even if they encounter three or five super-level magical beasts, they should be able to outrun them even if they can't defeat them.

It seems that the original body either encountered a siege by dozens of super-level magical beasts in the magical world, or unfortunately ran into a sacred beast.

Or perhaps, Lin Qingyu caught them.

"trouble."

Milk King Wang Yi's heart sank, and then he made a decision.

They acted separately.

Anyway, keeping three secondary clones here is a bit of a waste. The Power King and the Support King are enough for the competition. He should go back to China and use his brain.

So Wang Yi, the "Milk King," took out his phone.

"Uncle Xu, could you please send someone to pick me up? I have a feeling something might have happened over there. Yes, we'll talk about it in person when we get back."

Because of the league, Oran City is now a chaotic mess, and he, a healer with little combat ability, should just wait for the Night Watch to come and pick him up.

After making the call, Wang Yi, the "Milk King," briefly explained to his teammates that he had some business to attend to back in China, but his other two clones would remain behind.

The next day, Wang Yi, the "King of Strength," went to the pre-match waiting room.

Wang Yi, known as the "Milk King," put on a hat, mask, and sunglasses, then disappeared into the surging crowd.