Full-Time Magister: I Had No Intention of Reaching the Dimensional Throne

Chapter 281 Promoting Chinese Culture

With a wave of her hands, the Wind Spirit summoned even more wind elements, creating a whirlwind that formed a dense array of wind blades.

The bluish-white wind leaves formed a river of wind leaves, like a long dragon coiling around the Wind Spirit. Finally, guided by the Wind Spirit, this wind leaf dragon soared out and collided with countless light shuttles in a magnificent procession.

"Wow, Bai Mo's Wind Spirit is too awesome! How come my Little Flame Princess is so much weaker?"

Mo Fan exclaimed. He had thought that with Yan Ji, his fire element would be about the same as Bai Mo's, but now it seemed that little Yan Ji probably couldn't even catch a sneeze from the wind spirit.

"You're only at the War General level, while Feng Ling is almost at the Grand Commander level," Jiang Yu said, raising his chin.

"What are you so smug about? It's not yours anyway."

"Mine is also a commander now." Jiang Yu's lips curled up slightly.

He'd actually bumped into him too! Mo Fan gritted his teeth. "Old Zhao, get me two hundred million worth of summoning resources! I just made a killing recently anyway."

On the arena, seeing Feng Ling's overwhelming strength, the two female team members from the United States were stunned. Boblin also looked grim. Heavenly Flame Funeral was his most powerful magic, but it was useless. He didn't know what else he could do.

The stark disparity in skill fueled his uncontrollable rage. "Beat them!"

He shouted fiercely, raised his arm, and threw a scorching punch.

The two female team members dared not disobey his orders and immediately launched an attack.

But mid-level magic was no match for the Wind Spirit. The Wind Spirit unleashed a gust of wind that easily shattered the Fierce Fist and the raging waves, its residual force still striking the three of them.

The surging wind was like a dragon's tail, and the three of them could do nothing to resist, thus following in the footsteps of their two teammates.

After the match, Boblin went to the Kyushu team's side and handed them the National Museum Badge. His gaze already held a hint of admiration.

He admitted that none of the countries that had previously come to their side were particularly strong, and that this complete victory would eventually be broken by other powerful nations that continued to invade. However, it happened faster than they had imagined. Moreover, it was the Chinese government, which they hadn't been particularly optimistic about, that broke through.

"We lost. We'll change what's on the wall panel back. We apologize for our previous arrogance. You guys are much stronger than we thought," Boblin said earnestly as he gradually regained his composure.

The American team's attitude was quite direct; they weren't as unreasonable or furious as one might have imagined.

It can be said that the attitude is completely different from the beginning.

Bai Mo didn't care about that; this respect was what the beautiful country's embassy should give, but the insults couldn't be suffered in vain.

He picked up the National Museum stamp, looked at it twice, and then handed it to Boblin.

"This is the humility I taught you. Frame it; we don't need another badge."

After speaking, Bai Mo finally smiled, glanced at his teammates behind him who all looked relieved, and chuckled softly.

"Let's go."

After defeating the US National Pavilion, the group will stay here for a few days as usual, waiting for their mentor's next instructions.

New York, as the most economically developed city in the United States, is second to none in terms of its prosperity.

Everyone dispersed, and Bai Mo stopped Mu Nujiao, who was about to go back to cultivate.

Why are you pulling me?

"Don't always immerse yourself in cultivation." Bai Mo said helplessly. Throughout their journey, Mu Nujiao had spent most of her rest time cultivating.

"I'm just afraid of falling too far behind you."

Bai Mo was taken aback. He really had no way to deal with this. If the cheat could be shared, he wouldn't be stingy, but unfortunately, it couldn't.

He pursed his lips and said in a consultative tone, "Then let's take a break. Just think of it as accompanying me for a walk."

"Where to?" Mu Nujiao asked without hesitation.

"Just taking a stroll, I heard the central park here is nice."

New York, as an international metropolis, has many fun places to visit, but without identification, it's difficult to enter most of them. For example, going to a Broadway concert.

The city is full of high-rise buildings, and in their area, low-rise houses are rarely seen.

New employees are starting their jobs on the street, and the beautiful national flags can be seen everywhere. The buildings are clean, but there is garbage on the streets from time to time, and even homeless people are lying on the ground.

Walking along Fifth Avenue, with the stamina of a high-level mage, it didn't take long to arrive at Central Park. Amidst the modern streetscape, the sudden appearance of lush greenery was a refreshing and delightful experience.

There were quite a few people walking their dogs in the park, including some who were walking underage demons. Bai Mo held Mu Nujiao's hand and walked slowly.

A fresh breeze, carrying a slight moisture, blows through the deep forest, and most people who come towards them will turn their attention to them, regardless of age or gender.

"It seems we're quite popular."

"Narcissism."

"Be brave enough to admit your own excellence."

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"Why aren't you saying anything?" Bai Mo tilted his head and glanced at her. "Are you feeling inferior?"

"You're the one who's insecure," Mu Nujiao said irritably.

The road ahead gradually widened, and a small square appeared before us. Behind the square was a wide lake, which gave the forest breeze a refreshing mist and coolness.

But Bai Mo's gaze wasn't on the clear, calm lake; instead, it was focused on a small whirlwind not far in front of them.

The little whirlwind lifted the few leaves around it and made them spin, as if it were pulling people to dance.

Bai Mo felt they were missing a main dancer, so he handed his phone to Mu Nujiao, "Take a picture for me."

A seemingly random remark left Mu Nujiao completely bewildered, and then she saw her boyfriend excitedly jump into the not-so-large whirlwind.

He calmly lowered his waist and lifted his hips, picking up a slender, dry twig from somewhere.

Then, amidst the swirling vortex of falling leaves, his entire body began to move slowly, flowing naturally and methodically. The branch in his hand moved slowly with his movements, sometimes pointing forward, sometimes slashing diagonally, sometimes horizontally, and sometimes upward.

Looking at the whole picture, the tree branches are almost drawing circles, and Mu Nujiao's face is covered in black money. Isn't this the Tai Chi sword that the old men in the square like to practice?

However, people always enjoy watching a spectacle, especially when a handsome young man is doing things in such a professional manner.

The first to gather were a few people with Asian features. When they saw Bai Mo gently swaying the branches, and the surrounding leaves moving with his movements, they couldn't help but have a subtle expression.

Someone has already started doing what Bai Mo asked Mu Nujiao to do: record videos and take photos.

As Bai Mo made his move, more foreigners gathered around and began to discuss the scene.

"What is this monk doing?"

"He shouldn't be a mage; I didn't sense any magical aura."

How did you know?

"Because I am a monk."

"Could this really be Chinese Kung Fu?! I was wondering how they could hold off so many dangerous demons!"

As more people joined in, the whirlwind lost its momentum and slowly landed. However, Bai Mo had almost finished his fight and was ready to call it a day.

He raised an eyebrow at Mu Nujiao, "How was it? Did you record it? Wasn't it incredibly cool?"

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Mu Nujiao was momentarily speechless; it was just too absurd. She couldn't help but smile and whispered:

"Have you had enough fun?"

"not yet."

"You can use magic."

"That's so boring."

Shaking his head, Bai Mo took back the phone she had handed him and continued to urge her:

"Tell me, isn't he incredibly handsome?"

"Silly sculpture."

"Huh?!" Bai Mo stared at her with wide eyes, then pointed to the onlookers around him. "You have no taste."

Do you think they came to see the handsome guys?

"..."

Bai Mo fell silent, his eyes gleaming as he quietly cast a sound-based spell.

"Ahhh, so handsome!"

"Cool~"

Immediately, screams and gasps erupted from the surrounding area, like those of die-hard fans seeing their idol. Only then did he speak, "Listen, the eyes of the masses are discerning."

"Boring." Mu Nujiao rolled her eyes at him.

"Okay, okay, you're funny, you're amazing."

As Bai Mo spoke, he continued walking with her, circling the small lake whose name they didn't know. The two then left the park and found a restaurant to eat at.

Good food is something that takes time to discover and appreciate. This place is bustling, but unfortunately there's not much good food.

Before the food was even served, a scream shattered the restaurant's glass, followed by a sound like a stampede of horses, and panic spread almost instantly.

"What a disappointment."

Bai Mo pursed his lips, his gaze following the French windows that were actually shattered by countless hailstones falling from the sky. He saw that the street was full of potholes and piled with broken ice, and more hailstones kept falling endlessly, covering the block in large patches. Each hailstone was the size of a fist.

Cars were parked on the street, their steel bodies dented in large chunks, sirens blaring. It was unclear whether the people inside were safe.

The scene was one of utter devastation, with people constantly entering with bloodied heads, cowering as they watched the hailstones falling outside, a sight that resembled a natural disaster.

"Clap clap clap clap clap!!"

The hailstones grew larger and larger, like a hail of bullets, and people kept taking refuge inside, making the restaurant extremely cramped.

"What's going on?" Mu Nujiao frowned. "Are there mages fighting in the sky?!"

Suddenly, a chill swept towards Bai Mo from all directions!

This coldness is a kind of mental intuition; whenever faced with life-threatening danger, the cells in my body instinctively react in this way!

Bai Mo smiled slightly, revealing a set of small white teeth, and said nonchalantly:

"Someone's asking for it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a faint spatial ripple emanated from his body. At that moment, dozens of long ice spikes flew in from different directions, all with the same target: Bai Mo.

The incoming ice spikes were incredibly fast, their trajectory almost invisible. They hurtled towards him, but struck the spatial ripples he had emitted.

In an instant, a series of cracking sounds filled the air as the powerful ice spikes shattered, as if they were eggs hitting a rock.

More icicles came hurtling towards the restaurant, threatening to shatter it. Bai Mo snorted coldly, his gaze fixed on a man in a blue hooded shirt amidst the icy rain on the street.

He was about to cast a spell to protect the area when he heard Mu Nujiao gently rebuke him:

"Kunzhilin - A Giant House by the Forest!"

Then you can see countless silver-green vines growing and climbing on the restaurant walls, instantly protecting the restaurant.

"I'll stay here," she said calmly.

"it is good."

Bai Mo nodded immediately, and in a flash appeared on the street. Seeing him come out, the blue-clothed hooded man said in a strange voice:

"I underestimated you; you do have some skill."

"The Black Vatican!"

"Since you figured it out, then I'll let you die knowing the truth."

The hooded man in the blue shirt said arrogantly, but just then, Mo Fan and his group ran up and shouted, "I'll help you!"

"Hahaha, you think you can beat me!"

The man in the blue hoodie made no attempt to hide his contempt for Mo Fan. He then glanced at Zhao Manyan and Mu Ningxue, whom Mo Fan had brought with him. Instantly, a large hailstone, each the size of a basketball, began to fall on the group.

"Don't rush, you're all going to die, but you two unrelated people should step back."

When Mo Fan and his two companions saw hailstones the size of basketballs coming down, even a mage's body couldn't withstand them, so they had no choice but to scatter in panic.

Meanwhile, even larger hailstones were falling from above Bai Mo's head!

"wind!"

Bai Mo's eyes suddenly turned bluish-white, and a fierce gale instantly surrounded him, the massive and chaotic airflow scattering all the incoming hailstones.

"Qian Yuan Wind Domain!"

"The Origin Wind Domain!"

With arms outstretched, two great wind domains were instantly unleashed, and a battle robe entirely forged from wind energy appeared on Bai Mo's body. Surrounded by wind elements surging from several kilometers around him, he floated into the air, like the master of the wind!

The wind elements gathered like sparks, gradually impacting the blue-clad, hooded figure's ice domain. In an instant, it ignited a raging inferno, and the two wind domains, supported by countless wind elements, instantly dispelled the violent hail that had covered the streets.

"How is that possible! How could you possibly have a domain?!"

The blue-robed, hooded man exclaimed in disbelief, but having once been a temple mage, he reacted quickly, regaining his composure with a single sentence and coldly sneering:

"As expected of a noble young master from a prominent family, but do you really think that as an executioner of the Black Vatican, I rely solely on my domain?"

As he spoke, a strange light almost instantly formed in his eyes and rushed towards Bai Mo's spirit.

"Mo Fan, Mu Ningxue, guard the intersection."

Bai Mo ignored the man's words, and even disdained his mental attacks. He had already made an enemy of the Black Vatican, and would not let him leave.

"Let me show you my psychological warfare!"

"Soul-devouring demonic sound!"

After finishing his explanation, Bai Mo felt that the protective wind of his mind had diminished somewhat. He looked at the blue-robed hooded man, raised his hand and tore out countless sound strings. The sound strings gathered into five long demonic claws, which broke into the blue-robed hooded man's sea of ​​consciousness in the blink of an eye.

"Ah! The sound system!"

A grotesque, agonizing roar erupted from the blue-clad hooded man. His mental strength was already weaker than Bai Mo's, and now, under the influence of Bai Mo's level-five mental strength-enhanced sonic magic attack, his mental sea felt as if it were about to shatter instantly. Intense pain spread throughout his body, and his head felt like it was about to explode.

(End of this chapter)