Full-Time Magician: Demon Mage

Chapter 256 Crushing the National Team

Boblin was indeed direct; he immediately started selecting people. Oluna's younger brother, Ferome, volunteered, giving Wang Teng a special look with an attitude that said, "You'll be sorry later."

"Your little brother seems to want to spar with me," Wang Teng said to Oluna, sensing Ferome's provocation.

"He might not be a match for you," Oluna said, her tone already quite tactful, expressing her skepticism towards Ferome.

The reason was that Wang Teng's decisive and efficient methods in eliminating Kasuo made her lose all will to fight.

She asked herself if she were in Casso's shoes, facing that level of attack, her counterattack would be no different from Casso's.

Oluna's words immediately enraged Ferome, who retorted, "Even if you wipe out those low-level bandits, I don't believe you're stronger than me. Stop talking nonsense and come on stage. I'll show you my strength!"

"Hehe~ I regret to inform you that although you are full of fighting spirit, I do not intend to step up. I do not like fighting with children."

"Because whether you win or lose, it will be boring," Wang Teng said with a nonchalant smile, spreading his hands.

"You..." Fromm's face turned red with anger, and he pointed at Wang Teng, unable to speak. This guy was really sticking to his weakness!

"Should we keep this under wraps? Ai Jiangtu, are you still planning to play?" Mo Fan asked him.

"Of course I'll go! It's rare to find a decent opponent like them, and I'm itching to have a fight with them."

"However, I have some bad news for you. Our mentor said that in future challenges, teams will start with those who have higher cultivation levels."

Ai Jiangtu looked at the few people in the team who were still hovering on the edge of the high level with complicated eyes. Speaking of which, they were the ones who liked to challenge the other teams the most.

This year's team is different from the past; their fighting power is simply too outrageous. Wang Teng alone can overwhelm an entire team.

He had a deep understanding of this, especially the magic-based combination of the other side, which was not just at the level of being close parents, but practically at the level of being the grandfather of a high-level mage.

Even if he were to play in the game, he could easily take down two or three people if he played at his best, let alone Wang Teng.

He had witnessed Wang Teng's power firsthand along the way. Killing a commander was as easy as slaughtering a dog, and killing a high-level mage was probably no different from mowing grass.

Even if someone like that reveals all the information, who can target him? If you don't have the strength, you'll just be easy prey.

Guan Yu hesitated to speak, while Zu Jiming, Mu Tingying, and Nan Rongni were all speechless, their faces grim.

"Jiang Shaoxu, Mu Ningxue, Zhao Manyan, are you three going up or not?" Ai Jiangtu's gaze swept over the three. There was no need to ask Wang Teng, and Dongfang Lie and Mo Fan's positions overlapped, so they couldn't go up either.

"With this lineup, are you planning to just brute force your way through?" Nan Jue was somewhat taken aback, and at the same time realized that without the ability to unleash high-level magic, her status in the team would only decrease.

Forget about the Venice stadium, even getting into the challenger arena now depends on the whims of those ranked higher.

"Isn't this even more satisfying?" Mo Fan felt exceptionally pleased upon seeing this scene. He had finally found his favorite rhythm: the supremacy of strength.

"Go!" +3

The three understood the implication: future rules would increasingly favor those who had moved forward. Since the mentor had set the rules, it was best to follow them unless there was a conflict.

After a brief arrangement, the participants were quickly confirmed, with Ai Jiangtu, Jiang Shaoxu, Mo Fan, Mu Ningxue, and Zhao Manyan taking the stage.

The five people opposite them were their captain Boblin, Fromm, a woman with straight blond hair, a tall man who was 1.9 meters tall, and a girl in a green dress.

The two sides started fighting without any formalities, which can be described as a disagreement that ended without any hesitation.

"Alright, let's begin!" Oluna, acting as the referee, announced the start of the competition.

"Let me give you all a bath first!"

"Heavenly Flame Funeral!"

Mo Fan's fighting spirit was already boiling as soon as he stepped onto the field. His team's strength was a bit too much, and if he didn't show off now, he wouldn't have many more opportunities later.

Jiang Shaoxu immediately prepared for the mental shock, and sure enough, the opponent's interference arrived the next moment, but it was of little use.

It possesses high-level magic at the Soul Seed level, with considerable power. In a short time, a rain of fire fell, baking the air to scorching heat.

"Damn it... defend now!" Boblin shouted anxiously. The power of this magic was already beyond the limit, and the amplified aura of the soul fire was terrifying.

Looking at the chaotic National Team on the field, Oluna shook her head. She had already anticipated the match. High-level fire magic with a soul seed was indeed difficult to withstand.

Not to mention...

"A shock to the soul!"

The massive psychological attacks constantly disrupted their spellcasting, making matters worse.

Several silver sword marks flew across the chaotic field, and those hit by them had their armor and magical equipment explode and become unusable.

There were also a dozen or so ice chains, like venomous snakes, chasing after the fleeing people.

In just one exchange, due to carelessness and losing the initiative, they were chased away in a panic.

"So strong!" Jiang Yu looked at the crushing situation on the field. This almost suffocating attack rhythm meant that if you couldn't defend against it, you would always be at a disadvantage.

Among the spectators below, Guan Yu silently clenched his fists. This kind of overwhelming firepower was a complete stomp in a winning game.

Compared to his individual sneak attacks, this kind of battle is more spectacular and more eye-catching; assassins seem to be inferior to him.

Zu Jimin's eyes were filled with a dark and gloomy light. He had to admit that his arrogance had blinded him and that he had fallen far behind.

The combat power and practical effects of high-level magic are far superior to those of mid-level magic.

Mu Tingying's eyes were burning with jealousy as she watched the silver figure on the field, freely wielding magic. That should have been her!

"A boring battle..." Wang Teng commented, but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. Seeing the effect of this high-level magic bombardment, he finally felt much more relieved.

This is the spirit that the National Team should have.

"Freeze the coffin! Seal the coffin!"

A soft shout rang out, and Boblin, who was running, was instantly frozen in place, turning into a specimen.

Mu Ningxue pointed at Boblin, the effect of the high-level level two magic seal was extremely amazing.

"The match is over~" Nan Jue murmured. Mu Ningxue's magic was released too quickly, and Boblin didn't have time to react, or the scene was too chaotic and there was no time to deal with it.

As Oluna announced the end of the match, the National Team successfully obtained the National Order of Merit, while the arrogant Boblin shivered from the cold.

Even the stubborn Ferome kept his head down and remained silent. His prized wind magic was truly useless against the opponent's magical barrage.

(End of this chapter)