Physical mage, challenge me to a solo duel!

In the human world, in China, a military region in the suburbs of Shimen City.

Shimen City has two prisons, one called Shimen Prison and the other called Shimen Military Region.

Although it's called a military region, it's actually a prison, except that it holds some special criminals who are unknown to outsiders.

That day, Yan Qiqi had just finished her daily routine patrol and was about to arrange for some lightly offended prisoners to go out for some fresh air.

She is the warden of this prison. Although she looks to be in her thirties, she is actually forty-five years old this year and has only been promoted to a transcendent mage for a few years.

Just two weeks ago, he was transferred to the Shimen Military Region to oversee the criminals there.

As for the original warden, he has been transferred to support Xunyuan.

Yan Qiqi had just returned to her office and hadn't even had a chance to sit down when suddenly a massive soul force enveloped the entire prison.

Yan Qiqi was horrified and suddenly lunged at her desk, trying to flip a switch disguised as a pen holder.

Before her body could even turn around, two blank military flags pierced Yan Qiqi's mind, freezing her soul in place while the flags trembled slightly.

Yan Qiqi let out a muffled groan, blood flowing from her seven orifices. Her body went limp, and she slammed her head against the corner of the table with a thud.

Pfft!Pfft!

The two deputy wardens following behind her also closed their eyes, collapsed to the ground, and silently drifted off to sleep.

"The Realm of Sleep Aid!"

Yan Qiqi felt a slight sense of relief when she saw all her colleagues collapse, one of whom was even snoring loudly.

Although the attack was successful, the situation of my colleague suggests that the attacker doesn't seem to want to kill me.

Yan Qiqi's forehead turned red, and she slumped to the ground, trying to take out her phone. But as soon as she made a move, the wordless military flag in her mind immediately fluttered as a warning.

The wordless military flag in my mind seems to be a soul-based combat tactic that only circulates within the military!

It is certain that the attacker was extremely powerful. The mere display of his soul power overwhelmed him, leaving him mentally exhausted, his internal magic disordered, and his limbs weak and powerless.

Not to mention unleashing magic to fight back, Yan Qiqi didn't even know where the enemy was.

The fact that he didn't faint simply means that the other party was holding back.

Just as Yan Qiqi was rapidly thinking and speculating about the enemy's purpose, a figure suddenly appeared in the office.

Yan Qiqi strained to look up and saw that the person who came was a young man in his twenties, wearing trendy casual clothes, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and three-dimensional features. He looked very sunny and handsome.

But Yan Qiqi was certain that she had never seen this face before, neither on a wanted poster nor among high-ranking military officials.

"Who are you? What is your purpose?"

Yan Qiqi tried her best to maintain her composure and asked questions in a seemingly calm manner.

Unfortunately, she was unable to stand up at this moment, and had no advantage in terms of momentum.

"Don't worry, everyone is still alive."

The young man smiled warmly, revealing a genuine smile: "I just want to see an old friend. I'd appreciate it if the warden could do me a favor."

Yan Qiqi naturally didn't want to do that, if it were possible.

After the young man finished speaking, he sealed Yan Qiqi's mouth with his soul power without giving her a chance to answer. Then he lifted her body and levitated her in mid-air, and walked leisurely out of the office with his hands behind his back.

Using Yan Qiqi's face to open several facial recognition gates, the young man walked into the area where prisoners were held, seemingly familiar with the layout.

Wherever she went, Yan Qiqi found that all her colleagues were asleep on the spot.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

The young man's footsteps were very noticeable in the otherwise quiet detention area. Some of the prisoners looked in the direction of the sound and immediately spotted the young man they had never seen before.

Behind the youth, the prison warden, suspended in mid-air and restrained, still had bloodstains on his eyes, nose and mouth.

As a result, many prisoners became excited.

"My lord, my lord, let me out! Please, my lord, open this door! I still have thirty million US dollars outside, and I'm willing to give it all to you!"

"Thirty million? I'll offer fifty million, just let me out!"

"Sir, I am Sir David, and I own an estate in Birmingham, along with two hundred kilograms of gold and forty million pounds, which I am willing to give to you in full."

"Big brother, big brother, please save me! I'll do anything for you, big brother!"

The detention area contained all sorts of people: Black, White, and Asian, including some mages who still had value and were not easily sentenced to death.

They wore thick collars around their necks that flashed red dots, and were also handcuffed and shackled, all equipped with magic interference devices to ensure that they couldn't even use ordinary-grade magic.

When the prisoners saw that a powerful figure had stormed into the prison and taken control of the warden, they immediately offered various generous terms, just to have the prison doors opened and let them out.

As these young people left and went, the resources they accumulated were almost worth over a billion.

Although the young man sighed slightly and even exaggeratedly shouted "Good!" twice, he showed no intention of opening the cell door.

Yan Qiqi, standing behind the young man, was now utterly despondent.

Even if she isn't punished by her superiors after this incident, this job will be difficult to keep.

The prisoners saw her current disheveled state.

A warden who has lost his authority in front of prisoners is meaningless.

The prisoners in the jail were all talking at once, and it was clear that no matter how high the price was, it couldn't sway the young man.

So one prisoner came up with a different idea:

"My lord, I am a Rank A assassin from the Netherworld, serving under King Van Nen. May I ask if you are acquainted with my King Van Nen, or rather, would you be willing to become King Van Nen?"

If you're indifferent to money, then you can only use influence to build relationships.

This young man actually had the ability to break into a Chinese prison, so he must be at least a powerful extraordinary mage. And the person who dared to do this must not be an ordinary person; he might be the leader of some evil organization.

Even if he isn't, he will be after this, because no one in the open can protect him; only a few evil organizations can provide him with a safe haven.

Sure enough, after hearing the prisoner's words, the young man suddenly stopped and asked with great interest:

"Van Graham?"

The prisoner was overjoyed: "Yes, you know my master?"

"Where is he hiding now? Keavesker or Williamsburg?"

A hint of embarrassment flashed across the prisoner's face: "Such confidential information is naturally not something I am worthy of knowing."

The young man immediately lost interest: "Forget it, I'll find it myself."

After saying that, the young man continued walking deeper into the prison.

Upon seeing this, the prisoner hurriedly said, "My lord wishes to see King Van Nymph, I can report this for you, my lord! My lord!"

Unfortunately, the young man ignored him.

However, the young man's performance just now prompted more prisoners to introduce themselves.

"My lord, I am a bishop under the command of the Archbishop of El, do you recognize me?"

"My lord, I am the illegitimate son of Hades, the King of the Underworld! Hades' sons are all dead. I can inherit all his wealth, and I am willing to dedicate it all to you!"

"grown ups······"

For a moment, chaos erupted, which the young man found quite interesting, but he didn't stop walking.

Until one sound:

"My lord, I am Wuchang, a subordinate of King Chujiang of the Underworld. Please save my life!"

The young man stopped, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Are you one of that fat pig's henchmen?"

The imposter under King Chujiang was overjoyed: "That's right! Please, sir, rescue me!"

The young man nodded, then asked, "Is there also an underworld?"

"I am!"

"I am a judge under the command of the City King!"

"I am Impermanence, a subordinate of King Yama!"

"Me too!"

Six more people in the prison hurriedly spoke up, and two others opened their mouths but cautiously remained silent.

"Oh, there are nine in total."

The spiritual power of young people pervades all directions, naturally allowing them to see everyone's expressions clearly.

Yan Qiqi immediately had a bad feeling, but before she could speak, she heard:

boom!

The heads of the nine men exploded simultaneously, splattering blood, bone fragments, and yellowish-white substances, soaking many prisoners.

Some bone fragments even pierced the bodies of some prisoners, but not a single one dared to utter a sound.

Although those imprisoned here inevitably had many lives on their hands, no one expected that this person would be someone who would kill without hesitation.

So all the noise fell silent. After all, it's better to live a miserable life than to die, and being imprisoned is worse than being killed.

"The Kings of Hell are all dead, what's the point of keeping these useless people around?"

The young man clicked his tongue softly, then continued walking deeper into the area.

Yan Qiqi's mind raced. Although she had killed five Yama Kings in one fell swoop, no one knew whether there were any Yama Kings still alive in the underworld.

How can this young man be so sure?

unless······

Before Yan Qiqi could think for long, the young man stopped in his tracks.

She looked up and saw that the young man had reached the very bottom of the prison.

Unlike other transparent cell doors, this cell seemed to be cast entirely from refined iron, with only an alloy door, allowing no light to penetrate.

Yan Qiqi's heart sank, because the deeper inside, the higher the level of the criminals.

"Warden, could you please open the door?"

The young man pulled Yan Qiqi, who was behind him, closer.

This cell door is only authorized to be opened by the warden, and it has the strictest security measures, requiring triple authentication: password, fingerprint, and iris scan.

Unlike other cells, which can be opened with a key after being checked in the central control area, this one is different.

Yan Qiqi closed her eyes: "Just kill me."

"Kill you? Why?"

The young man smiled slightly: "If you don't open it, I won't kill you. At worst, I'll just release all the prisoners and let them go out and cause trouble."

"The situation is tense at Zhenyuan and Xunyuan right now. Warden, you wouldn't want so many vicious criminals suddenly appearing in the rear, would you?"

"you!"

"Don't worry, I'm not here to rescue them."

Yan Qiqi looked angry, but under the young man's mocking gaze, she had no choice but to enter the password and verify her fingerprint and iris.

laugh!

The door slowly opened under the push of the hydraulic rod, revealing a cabin.

After entering, there is another sealed door.

After another verification, the door finally opened completely, revealing two figures inside, their bodies bound in chains, their skin pale, and their faces gaunt.

Not only were there neck rings and shackles, but the inside of the cell was also filled with magical interference devices, creating a magical vacuum.

Therefore, the jump could not receive a magical response and successfully infiltrate it.

The young man let out a strange laugh: "Old folks, what a misfortune."

The two men struggled to lift their heads, their eyes flashing with a dark light.

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In a small town called Göreme in Turkey.

A young man dressed in casual clothes with a DSLR camera hanging around his neck appeared in front of a local specialty gift shop.

Squeak, jingle.

Some old, rustic wooden doors were pushed open, producing a crisp doorbell sound.

The shop was dimly lit, and an elderly man dressed in traditional local clothing was lying in a rocking chair.

"Ahem... Young man, pick whatever you like."

When the old man saw a guest come in, he did not get up to greet him, but simply spoke in slightly broken English.

As a small town with a relatively developed tourism industry, the elderly are already used to these kinds of tourists, and some have even learned quite a bit of English at their age.

The young man slowly walked past the cabinets on both sides of the room, which displayed glass crafts, bracelets, tapestries, scarves, tableware, trays, and so on.

After glancing around casually for a few moments, the young man turned his gaze to the old man in the rocking chair, a slight smile appearing on his lips, and then spoke in fluent Turkish:

"Yves Sheffield, the red-robed archbishop of the temple, looked no different from any other old man."

Sheffield slightly opened his aged eyelids, looked at the young man before him, and revealed a glint of shrewdness.

"Who are you?"

Although the old man was surprised that his identity had been revealed, he did not show much fear.

After all, his soul power had been radiating within a 5,000-meter radius, and he had already detected this young man the moment he stepped into this area.

There weren't many mages nearby, and the young man in front of him was just a high-level mage.

Moreover, although the temple is not a legitimate organization, it is on the red list of the Global Mage Federation and is wanted by various countries.

However, compared to the underworld and the netherworld, the people in the temple are at best just a self-contained world of mentally unstable individuals.

As long as we don't blatantly cause major bloodshed in someone's face, we have always maintained a peaceful coexistence with other countries.

Furthermore, with the major powers currently in chaos in the Demon Abyss, they simply don't have the manpower to deal with them.

Therefore, Sheffield subconsciously assumed that the young man in front of him was a fellow member of the evil organization.

Like a newborn calf unafraid of a tiger, he thought that by knowing his identity, he could jump up and try to gain some benefits.

Little did they know that each of these people was a cunning individual with multiple burrows and multiple identities.

"Me?" The young man picked up the DSLR camera on his chest and took a picture of the old man in front of him with the click of the shutter.

"I'm just a messenger, relaying a message from my family."

The old man remained unmoved by the young man's actions, but when he heard the 'message,' he raised his eyelids again, understanding the implication.

"Which old codger? From the netherworld? Or from the underworld...? I almost forgot, almost everyone in the underworld is dead."

The young man put down his DSLR camera, a smile playing on his lips: "Who said it was a person?"

Sheffield was momentarily stunned, then his expression suddenly became somewhat agitated.

"Could it be..."

"Yes, the queen bee said she misses you and wants you to go and keep her company first."

Upon hearing this, Sheffield immediately sat up and clasped his hands together in prayer.

"Praise be to my Lord!"

The young man's smile broadened, revealing a set of white teeth.

"Main = 6".

The next moment, a river of blood rushed into Sheffield's mind, instantly shattering his soul.

Before the excitement and exhilaration on the old man's face could fade, the light in his eyes melted away.

"He's quite a loyal fellow."

The young man clicked his tongue, and then the pale green ghostly fire covered the old man's body.

pat!

In no time, with the sound of a pebble falling to the ground, only a rocking chair and a handful of dust remained on the scene.

The young man bent down, picked up a human-shaped crystal, walked out of the gift shop, closed the door, and disappeared into the vast crowd.

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America, Florida, the beach at Keaveske.

A handsome blond young man, wearing sunglasses, lay on a beach chair with a coconut with a straw in front of him, gazing at the sea.

Before long, a middle-aged man arrived at the beach with two bikini-clad beauties.

The blond youth subtly raised his eyebrows behind his sunglasses.

"Van Graham, that's pretty cool."

Meanwhile, in a mansion in Natal, South Africa

At a manor house in Astherford, Australia.

Inside an igloo in Iceland, in the Arctic.

There were also young men with different appearances and handsome faces who visited.

On this day, four high-level mages and four extraordinary mages all perished.