Full-Time Magister: Dark Lord

With thirty-two years of battlefield treasures on the spatial system side, helping him reach the seventh realm of spiritual cultivation was clearly not a difficult task.

After all, he himself had already reached the peak of the sixth realm.

With over 3 billion resources, he exchanged them for 400 million space-related resources and 400 million fire-related resources in one go.

Of course, Cao Le was also generous to Mu Ningxue, providing her with 200 million yuan worth of resources.

In fact, if Mu Ningxue needed more, he could have given her even more, but she said that too much was beyond her capacity. So in the end, Cao Le only gave her 200 million yuan worth of resources.

While the National Team players who had advanced to the quarterfinals were digesting the resources they had gained, another piece of news swept the world, causing a sensation in Venice...

This news, of course, refers to the death of Saint André, one of the newly elected saints of Parthenon.

The claim that the disease caused death is obviously just a way to deceive the general public.

After all, no magician would believe that a mage who was perfectly fine before would suddenly fall ill and die.

Whether you believe it or not, the news has already spread...

...

“How can you not care about Ander at all? Let me tell you, I have an inside source. Ander committed suicide. She wasn’t wearing any clothes. She jumped off the highest point of the Parthenon without any protection and landed on the mass ladder. She was a bloody mess. Tsk tsk tsk, such a beautiful goddess candidate, and she just fell like that. I bet she’s never even tasted the flavor of a man…” Zhao Manyan sighed endlessly.

When Cao Le came out, he happened to overhear Zhao Manyan and Mo Fan discussing this matter.

However, no matter what, that bastard Zhao Manyan can only think of this much...

"..."

However, what Mo Fan was more curious about was how the person who obtained the magic cloak died.

Zhao Manyan took out his phone and immediately showed him a video.

Cao Le was also behind, after all, barring any unforeseen circumstances, this was the behemoth he would be facing.

However, this Essendel isn't actually that impressive.

At least in Cao Le's view, he was all talk and no action.

If he were truly powerful, he wouldn't have been instantly killed by a dark creature that wasn't even an emperor, would he? Especially considering that the skeleton had already suffered severe injuries, yet he still managed to kill it.

"Holy crap...when did you get behind me???" Zhao Manyan was saying when he suddenly saw Cao Le standing behind him and exclaimed in surprise.

"I arrived while you were discussing that saintess. But you were too engrossed to notice," Cao Le shrugged.

“You don’t have a trace of your presence at all. Don’t tell me he didn’t notice, I didn’t notice either…” Mo Fan interjected.

"Ok?"

Cao Le was somewhat puzzled, then looked at Mo Fan and asked, "Didn't you notice?"

“No…” Mo Fan shook his head and said.

“But I didn’t deliberately hide my aura just now,” Cao Le said with a shrug.

However, to be fair, his mental strength had already reached a mid-level of the seventh realm. Those thirty-two years of treasures, along with a large sum of resources, were certainly not wasted.

Of course, the space system has also been upgraded to the third level.

To achieve full mastery of all three magic systems during the National Academy stage is already a testament to genius among geniuses. Having one or two magic systems reach the second level of the advanced stage also places one among the top-tier individuals.

But Cao Le is the only one, both in the past and present, who has reached the advanced level of two magic systems out of the three, and is even eager to try his hand at fire.

Thinking about it this way, he realized that it wasn't a big deal that these two weaklings hadn't noticed him. After all, they were no longer on the same level.

They're still the younger brothers, while I'm already the older brother.

You can't compare, you can't compare...

While Cao Le was lost in his own world, Mo Fan and Zhao Manyan stared at him blankly.

That smile...it's so damn lewd!

After a moment of silence, Cao Le felt somewhat embarrassed as the two of them stared at him.

Perhaps... I've been fantasizing a bit too much?

"What are you looking at!"

With that, Cao Le took the lead and headed towards the meeting point...

...

Next up is the quarterfinals, which is also the final decisive match.

The format of the final battle is different from the previous elimination rounds. Although it is still a team battle, players from different countries can change their teammates during the competition.

The total number of participants on the field remains ten, but once a student is eliminated, each country's academy can immediately send a student to the field to keep the team size of five unchanged.

There can be a total of three additional players as substitutes.

Of course, this is all predicated on the presence of a player on the field before a substitution is made. Once a player is forced off the field, the game is considered lost.

Of course, this situation is generally unlikely to occur.

As the final battle of the World University Competition began, Ander's matter was gradually forgotten. The taverns throughout Venice were adorned with portraits of members from various universities, listing the students' strength rankings.

This ranking of strength was created by people who had nothing better to do, based on the previous treasure hunt and elimination rounds.

As expected, Cao Le ranked first.

He snatched players from almost every country, regardless of how many players were on the opposing team or who they were...

In his presence, almost everyone was suppressed and relentlessly beaten.

Mo Fan was ranked sixth.

Mo Gouzi had strong objections to this ranking. After all, in terms of strength, even if he couldn't beat Cao Le, he should at least be second, right?

He could handle taking on four or five opponents at once.

How come I'm only sixth?

"The second place winner is the captain of the British team, Zhe Luo, with green hair and emerald eyes... No one knows what his major is yet. From the knockout stage to the treasure hunt, he has only used the summoning element. His summoned beasts and contracted beasts have crushed his opponents. Rumor has it that he is a lightning-type mage with exceptional natural talent," Jiang Yu said.

Although Cao Le had fought with the opponent before, because Cao Le used his domain, no one knew that this Zhe Luo had any magic abilities besides summoning.

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262. The Great Battle Begins

“This scumbag is a summoning mage and a wind mage, and he cultivates the chaos magic. Your information is inaccurate,” Cao Le said, looking at Jiang Yu.

"Oh? Is that so..."

Jiang Yu was taken aback, but he didn't doubt what Cao Le said.

After all, he had fought against Zhelu before.

Moreover, it seems that he managed to snatch a considerable amount of resources from the other party.

Then, he mentioned some information about the third and fourth points. However, Cao Le already knew almost everything Jiang Yu mentioned in his research, so he took the opportunity to explain it to them.

“I think we absolutely have to get first place this year,” Jiang Yu said after a pause.

Based solely on ability, Cao Le is undoubtedly number one.

Taking on four or five at once shouldn't be a problem at all, right?

Unless the opposing team also has such exceptionally talented players, they have absolutely no chance of losing...

"It's better not to be too optimistic... Everyone should give it their all, and they really should," Nan Jue said.

“Nan Jue is right. Although Cao Le will also play, he will definitely be the last player in each round. I won’t let him play first. This is also a kind of experience for you. I hope you can seize this opportunity.” Feng Li appeared out of nowhere and spoke to the group after entering.

"Yes..."

Ai Jiangtu and others readily agreed...

...

Early in the morning, the ancient and majestic bells of Venice ring out, waking the people of this Mediterranean city from their sweet dreams.

Today is the quarterfinals of the treasure hunt competition, where the eight teams that have emerged from the border regions compete for the top four spots.

There were eight teams, totaling around one hundred people. Although the eliminated teams from the National University also had some very talented students, they were eliminated, and their future reputation and social influence could never compare to the one hundred people currently on the field.

On the opening day, there will be a total of four matches, basically all eight countries will be showcasing their strengths. Then, the matches will be held the following day based on the results, also consisting of four matches.

From now on, there's no longer any concept of elimination; it's just a continuous battle, and you'll encounter almost half of the countries.

And so on until the very end, when the champion was decided.

Of course, the top eight rankings are also very important. After all, this national competition involves so many things. Every place an athlete advances brings tremendous rewards to their country.

Before the competition began, Feng Li gave everyone a heartfelt speech, and almost everyone present understood what he said. Of course, someone like Mo Gouzi, a complete peasant, really didn't understand anything.

Then Feng Li gave him a detailed explanation.

After all, this guy really doesn't know anything...

Upon hearing this, Mo Fan asked if he could betray the party.

What if the US gave a beautiful foreign woman, or what kind of woman would a certain country give her?

He was just making a joke, but coincidentally, Shao Zheng walked in.

Shao Zheng knew it was a joke and didn't say anything. However, it was a secretary from the Zu family who kept criticizing him. With Zu Jiming's instigation, Mo Gouzi became a heinous criminal.

Fortunately, Han Ji was there too, and he immediately retorted.

Cao Le was just a bystander from beginning to end.

Because he also knew that Han Ji helped Mo Gouzi because he remembered the events in the ancient capital.

Therefore, he doesn't need to get involved.

"Hey, Cao Le, is Han Ji really the person behind Mo Fan?" Zhao Manyan was also stunned when he saw Han Ji questioning and demanding an apology from the Zu family's secret arts master.

"How would I know?" Cao Le shrugged, showing absolutely no desire to tell him.

Some things are better left unsaid.

If he had said that, would Zhao Manyan's big mouth have been able to do so?

hehe...