Full-Time Magician: Demon Mage

Chapter 163 Futile Efforts

The battle ceased after the high-level fire magic ended. Mo Fan stared with a complex expression at the high-level water magic that had enveloped Wang Yueqianxun in the sky.

He also heard Ai Jiangtu's voice, which confirmed Wang Teng's guess: the other party almost killed him with mid-level plant magic.

If a high-level Ghost Wood Hand were used, he probably wouldn't even have a chance to resist before being defeated or even killed.

Only at this moment did he truly understand the meaning behind Wang Teng's words, and what pressure it was to face a powerful expert with a high level of control.

Spending too much time dominating weaker opponents in academia and hunting monsters can make one arrogant. Monsters may be strong, but they are far less agile than humans.

The conflict between mages and the conflict between mages and demons are completely different things.

"Qianxun, that's enough," Wangyue Mingjian said to her.

"This match won't count towards the round, since Mochizuki Chika will be playing," said Nobuko, the teacher at the Kokukan Academy.

"We lost this time, but we can afford to lose!" Ai Jiangtu replied earnestly. If they didn't even have the courage to admit defeat, they should just go home.

"Wang Teng, it's up to you now!"

Upon seeing Ai Jiangtu's gaze, Wang Teng immediately understood what he meant; he still needed to save face in front of Mochizuki Chika.

"Hmm~"

He immediately got up and strode towards the arena. Just because Mo Fan couldn't do anything about this woman didn't mean he was helpless.

With a look of resentment, Mo Fan turned and left the arena. He knew he couldn't win; his opponent had already given up on him.

Ignoring the stares of those idiots, he sat down and looked at the arena.

"Come out, little girl Qianxun, we still need to get our face back from you."

"I know you're a high-level plant-type cultivator, so you should still have some magic power left. If you feel it's not enough, I can wait until you have enough magic power."

Wang Teng stood with his hands in his pockets, calmly watching Mochizuki Chika who had just returned.

Before Mochizuki Chika could even settle in, she was called out again, and her anger flared up once more. This guy's tone was even more arrogant than the last one.

"Are you serious? You've already lost one game. If you lose another, you'll have to leave this place," Nobuko said seriously.

"If I lose, I'll quit the team on the spot and leave the National Team!"

Wang Teng unleashed the aura of a high-level level three spatial magic without any concealment. He stood there, yet his aura enveloped most of the arena.

The heavy, oppressive atmosphere seemed to grip everyone's beating hearts.

The islanders were all startled and stood up, staring in astonishment at Wang Teng, who exuded unparalleled charisma on the field. His aura as a high-level master of spatial cultivation was excessively strong.

The nine members of the front-line national team had their faces flushed red, felt short of breath, and were trembling slightly.

"My goodness~ Wang Teng's aura is so terrifying when he unleashes it. I feel scared just looking at his back." Zhao Manyan immediately raised his head, sweeping away his previous dejection, and gave him a good pat on the back.

Nan Jue also waved his hand fiercely, showing that he should have such invincible spirit.

Ai Jiangtu's eyes were also burning with fervor. As a fellow space-type mage, he also had his pride. Wang Teng's overwhelming aura that suppressed the entire scene was exactly what he had always been pursuing.

The four family members behind him opened their mouths helplessly, unable to say anything. This power had exceeded the limits of what they could provoke.

"Alright! You said it yourself! Chika, come on!" Nobuko's face was filled with rare excitement. She didn't want her country's national team to encounter such a monstrous opponent at the Venice World University Tournament.

Today, she went against her conscience and made a decision she would never have made under normal circumstances.

Knock this person down right here!

"Yes, teacher!" Mochizuki Chika replied with a serious expression, taking small steps as she continued onto the arena.

The opponent before her was no longer the mediocre high-level player from the previous match; if she wasn't careful, she might lose again.

The two sides stood at opposite ends, and Nobuko, acting as the referee, stepped aside. Seeing that everyone was ready, she announced, "Let the match begin!"

Star charts shimmered around Mochizuki Chika, and seeds flew out one after another in rapid succession from her hand. Compared to the previous entertaining battle, this one was clearly more intense.

Wang Teng kept his hands in his pockets, seemingly ignoring the seed. The spatial constellation flashed by, and streaks of silver light flashed across the void, turning the seed into powder that drifted down.

Mochizuki Chika threw dozens of seeds at once, shooting them all over the place around Wang Teng, but none of them survived; they were all crushed into powder by the silver light.

"Don't throw away these boring seeds anymore, or is your previous arrogance only as heavy as these few seeds?"

"In that case, it's really not worth my time to weigh it," Wang Teng said calmly.

Everyone watched the shocking scene unfold. The seeds that had just driven Mo Fan away in terror had not even sprouted.

The fact that the other party could precisely crush the seeds while simply standing there demonstrates the extent of their control.

"Monster!" Jiang Yu stared intently at the figure on the field. This was the first time he had ever seen magic that could directly crush the opponent's magic.

Jiang Shaoxu covered her mouth with both hands, her eyes watery as she looked at the standing figure. She hadn't expected that this guy would be so charming in the arena; he almost made her wet with tears.

Mo Fan clenched his fists and rested them on his knees, his body trembling slightly. It was this invincible aura and disdainful tone that truly inspired awe.

"Oni-wooden hand!" Mochizuki Chika's face turned red with anger when she saw the other party's dismissive gaze. This was different from being scolded; it was more like feeling aggrieved. It had been so long since anyone had looked at her like that.

There wasn't a single dirty word, yet it was incredibly oppressive, making one want to go crazy.

The constellation shone brightly, and Kikyo's unique Oni Wood Hand swiftly unfurled its ferocious, enormous tentacles, tearing towards Wang Teng with surging demonic power, as if to rip him to shreds.

"It's finally starting to look somewhat promising, but... it's still all in vain!"

"Sword Scar Cross Slash!"

Wang Teng extended his right hand in a grasping motion, and a silver longsword instantly materialized, slashing out a cross-shaped sword mark several meters long and wide in front of him.

Like silver moonlight descending upon the world, it appeared exceptionally bright and dazzling in this night.

The four enormous ghostly wooden hands were instantly pierced and shattered into pieces, while the cross-shaped sword marks, still carrying a dazzling silver sword light, slashed towards Mochizuki Chika not far away!

Extremely fast!

"Chika, get out of the way!" Nobuko's face showed great anxiety. This kind of spatial attack was too sharp. The high-level Ghost Wood Hand was useless and could not stop it in an instant.

If Mochizuki Chika still wanted to rely on water magic to resist, it would be impossible. The penetrating power of spatial skills was beyond the imagination of elemental magic.

He'd probably be chopped into four pieces!

(End of this chapter)