Full-Time Magister: Dark Lord

He wasn't flustered at all.

His own Dark Horcrux can transform into any weapon, but the one he's used to is a sword.

Even without formal training, Cao Le still possesses considerable ability to respond and react after using the technique so many times.

"Bang bang bang!!"

The two men exchanged blows, each thrusting and parrying, their movements so fluid and unpredictable that they seemed less like mages and more like swordsmen sparring...

However, the dense magical power surrounding them told the audience that this was magic, just two different magical paths experienced by two high-level geniuses.

But shouldn't this kind of understanding usually only be available after reaching a high level of perfection, or even after reaching a super-level?

Close combat has always been a mage's weakness, hasn't it?

But watching the two fight...

Well, it seems they have only a slight understanding of magic...

"Cross Slash!"

Asha'ruya was clearly not up to par in sword fighting; the areas covered by her soft armor kept getting hit by Cao Le!

That bastard definitely did it on purpose!

In close combat, she is clearly inferior to Cao Le.

Therefore, Asha's choice was to keep her distance and attack from a distance.

"Dimensional Rift!"

The dark energy blade had barely struck when it vanished completely, disappearing into nothingness...

Cao Le shrugged and said, "That's it?"

"you..."

Asha's furious!

"I didn't want to use this kind of power in this match, but you've messed with me!"

Asha'ruya seemed truly angry. She unfastened the black necklace hanging around her neck and held it in her left hand. Instantly, a black beam of light struck down from the clouds, descending upon Asha'ruya.

In an instant, the aura of darkness was so immense that even the old mages in the audience frowned. They could smell an extremely terrifying scent permeating the battlefield, cold yet restless, seemingly stable yet extremely dangerous!

The Doge of Venice frowned slightly and said, "This...isn't this a bit against the rules?"

"As long as the contestants can use the magical artifacts, how can it be considered against the rules? Didn't the Egyptians also use the Undead Pile?" the Greek representative, Heron, responded.

The Doge of Venice was at a loss for words...

"Little fox, put away your dark power. In front of me, your dark power is nothing at all," Cao Le said kindly.

"You still dare to be stubborn!!!"

Asha's absolutely furious!

She had never met such an arrogant person.

"Buzzing~~~"

However, in that instant, Asha's face suddenly turned deathly pale...

"Now, are you still sure you want to unleash your dark power on me?" Cao Le stood before her like a dark overlord.

But Asha'ruya dared not launch an attack...

Or rather, her dark power was completely suppressed.

"you.."

Asha Ruya looked at Cao Le in disbelief.

How is such power possible?

“I told you, your dark magic is useless to me. However, if you don’t know what’s good for you, I don’t mind letting you really suffer a bit,” Cao Le continued.

How dare you flaunt such a tiny fox paw?

They really think he's made of clay!

Asha'ruya gave up...

For in that instant, she felt a chill... a chilling sensation from the depths of darkness...

It was eerily cold and chilling, making me utterly unable to muster any will to resist...

271. Dark Protection

"I... lost."

Asha's Ruya always thought she could beat Cao Le up.

We could rub him into the ground!

but...

Clearly, she was overthinking things.

The power to surpass one's level wasn't unique to her. Cao Le possessed it as well, and even wielded it more perfectly than she did...

...

"Asharea is out of the running for Greece!"

As the referee's shout rang out, the Greek players were stunned.

That power, which surpassed that of a high-level mage, was clearly used by Asha'ruya.

However, it seems that only some power spread, and then... Asha'ruya was eliminated?

this...

It's somewhat hard to understand.

However, without Asha'ruya, continuing the fight is virtually impossible. With their core leader gone, what's the point of fighting?

The competition concluded smoothly...

China won first place!

In the following days, everyone was completely liberated. Venice was a charming city, and after the final battle was over, they could party in the water city for days and nights.

Even though Cao Le had a good tolerance for alcohol, he was completely drunk under the influence of Ai Jiangtu, who was a heavy drinker...

To be honest, he never liked this feeling.

Because if anyone were to try to harm him at this time, it could easily result in someone's death.

Although his spirits would protect him, the most terrifying thing was that he was unaware of anything when he wasn't conscious.

This is not what Cao Le wanted.

However, with everyone having a good time and Mu Ningxue, who could drink without getting drunk, protecting him, he finally relaxed and cooperated...

After all, we've been through thick and thin together, so it wouldn't be right not to give them face at this point.

Given his current reputation, almost no one who wants to harm him would choose to do so here.

Of course, nothing is absolute. After just one drunken episode, Cao Le toned it down. And because he gave him face by getting completely drunk once, Ai Jiangtu and the others let him off the hook...

...

"That bastard Jiang Yu, he's trying to kill me!" Zhao Manyan was still groggy after waking up...

Cao Le also came out and looked at him, saying, "You can't drink but you still want to compete with others. I really don't know what you're thinking."

"Oh, I'm happy," Zhao Manyan said.

"Mo Gouzi, are you still drunk?" Cao Le asked again.

“He was really harassed by Ai Jiangtu yesterday,” Zhao Manyan said gloatingly.

"No wonder."

When they encountered Ai Jiangtu, they were both unconscious.

Given Mo Fan's limited tolerance, it's a miracle he didn't drink himself to death.

"So, what have you thought about it? If I'm not mistaken, your brother is going to make a move against you soon," Cao Le continued.

Zhao Manyan paused...

He chose to drink himself into oblivion every day, which was actually his way of escaping these things...

How could he not know that if Zhao Youqian were to make a move, it would be within the next few days...?

After all, once he received the divine seal of praise, he would become even stronger. This was certainly not what Zhao Youqian wanted to see.

"I don't know... I'm not sure either."

Zhao Manyan shook his head, then said, "I'm going out for a walk..."

Cao Le thought for a moment, then said, "Wait a minute."

Zhao Manyan was somewhat puzzled, but at that moment Cao Le had already arrived beside him, and then a wisp of dark power appeared in his hand.

"What's going on..." Zhao Manyan looked at the black mist and panicked a little.

"Stop talking nonsense, give me your hand." Gu

Although Zhao Manyan was somewhat flustered, he still believed that Cao Le would not harm him.

He then reached out his hand.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

"Fuck!!"

"Cao Le, you son of a bitch, what are you doing?!"

"..."

A few minutes later...

Zhao Manyan clutched his arm, looking heartbroken.