Zongman: All Heavens and Worlds Begin with the Devil's Curse

Of course, some guilds are more casual.

For example, Makarov stood in the audience and shouted loudly for Gray to come on.

At the same time, the messenger who received Zhou Lan's order also delivered a message to the Demon's Tail.

Ximu looked up in confusion at Zhou Lan's seat in the audience, and the two demons locked eyes.

Ximu originally planned to go on stage himself, since the promotion match was of utmost importance, as it determined whether the guild could stay in the arena.

However, he was somewhat curious when Zhou Lan gave the order.

"Never mind." Ximu shook his head, wondering what his older brother was up to this time.

He truly couldn't have guessed that Zhou Lan was actually making a bet with several archmages and earning a small membership fee in the process.

"Wait for me," Ximu said to the team behind him, and strode towards the preparation area.

Without a doubt, the most well-rounded character in Devil Tail is none other than the Heavenly Devil, Nishiki.

After all, he knows all the magic that his members know, and he also knows the magic that they don't know.

Ximu's eyes were sharp as he gazed at the labyrinth in the sky.

“I think we need a perfect first battle so these guys know who’s really here,” he said to himself, as if he had made up his mind.

Soon, as the entire audience held their breath in suspense, a total of 114 contestants were thrown into the aerial maze.

This is a complex aerial structure made up of winding tracks, and the first step to winning it is to find the right path through the maze.

"Dear viewers, please keep your eyes wide open, because the first match of the Grand Magic Games has already begun!"

As the commentator finished speaking, the sound rang in everyone's ears, announcing the start of the match.

Meanwhile, above the arena, a vast screen constructed with projection magic switched back and forth between images of 114 contestants, ensuring that the most exciting moments were captured.

In the aerial maze, figures moved about.

As the competition began, everyone headed towards their goal.

"First up is Fairy Tail's Gray, the Ice Shaping Mage. Let's see how he performs..."

"Grey covered the tracks with ice crystals, what's he going to do, wow—"

In the projection, Gray was the first to activate the Ice Shaping Magic, freezing a large number of tracks in front of him.

He blocked the path of other competitors, and using his familiarity with ice magic, he sculpted a pair of ice skates for himself and began to glide straight along the track.

"Uh... what a brilliant idea. It just goes to show that humanity's exploration of magic is far from reaching its limit."

"I'm going first, Garner!" Gray said sarcastically, turning his back to the others in his line of sight.

On the other side...

“It looks like Gray has the upper hand. Let’s turn our attention to the demon’s tail that just shone so brightly. They’ve sent Westwood.”

Within the projection, Ximu glanced at the magic power of the projection spell that was turning towards him.

He had a mature-beyond-his-years appearance, with his hands behind his back, strolling leisurely along the tracks.

Wisps of purple smoke emanated from the Celestial Codex, coalescing into tentacle shapes and rushing forward.

"This is magic related to smoke. It seems that Ximu has his own ideas."

The purple smoke moved extremely fast, almost instantly filling the entire maze. Hundreds and thousands of tentacles acted as eyes, filling the entire aerial maze with sensory experiences.

“Found it.” Ximu raised the corners of his mouth.

The smoke burst out of the maze almost instantly, leading him to the right path.

With a wave of his hand, all the smoke instantly gathered in his palm and disappeared as he clenched his fist.

"Coming and going as they please, doing whatever they want, that's really impressive," the commentator couldn't help but exclaim.

The next second, Ximu sprouted wings from his ribs, and his figure, like a mysterious shadow, rushed out of the maze amidst the astonished gazes of countless people.

"What happened? He found the exit, just for a moment?!" Even the commentator was stunned.

Less than ten seconds into the qualifying round, Ximu had already broken out of the maze.

And then, he could simply stroll leisurely towards the giant dome venue and still win first place.

"But he stopped, stopped at the exit of the maze. What was he going to do?"

As everyone watched, Ximu turned around at the maze exit.

“This is still too boring. Let me find you some fun,” Ximu said to himself.

He stretched out his finger and pressed it, and in an instant...

A massive magic circle shone in the sky, its intricate and vibrant patterns twisting and turning, and the magic circle radiated magical light downwards.

offstage.

The members of the Magic Council immediately stood up.

"It's celestial magic! Isn't that Geralt's celestial magic? How could it be here!"

"Who is this guy? Gerald isn't dead?"

In an instant, the members of the Magic Council were filled with doubt and uncertainty, their gazes fixed on the room.

Celestial magic is forbidden magic, and the only known user of it is Geralt.

But that guy should be dead by now, since it was Zhou Lan who told the story.

"Could it be that this is also Gerald's thought form?" A committee member looked at Ximu with concern.

"Calm down." A gentle voice, yet with an irresistible force, pressed the council members who had stood up back into their seats.

“I taught him,” Zhou Lan’s voice rang in their ears.

Across the gladiatorial arena, the council members all turned their gazes toward the distance.

At the limit of her vision, Zhou Lan gave them a gentle smile.

The committee members then nodded thoughtfully.

Although it was only Zhou Lan's side of the story that Gerald was dead, and although his celestial magic had reappeared.

but.

"That's all."

Chapter 358 The Second Generation President is Very Busy

People need to learn to bow their heads.

This is a lesson that the elites of these kingdoms have never learned in decades.

But Zhou Lan taught them a lesson firsthand during a trial.

Therefore, whatever Gerald's fate may be.

None of that matters anymore.

Logically speaking, this should be a big deal, but to Zhou Lan, it's nothing.

Meanwhile, Gerald, wrapped in a long robe, was waiting quietly for the outcome, but his mind was filled with even more thoughts.

They couldn't let Ximu do the whole thing by himself. Although Ximu was capable of it, the organizers set up relevant restrictions to prevent an individual from being stronger than the entire guild.

This means that each of them needs to play at least once, otherwise the five-person team would lose its purpose.

As for Gerrard...

If he is afraid to use celestial magic for fear of exposing himself, his strength will probably be insufficient to compete with the other opponents in the subsequent main competition.

Ximu's unbridled use of celestial magic during the qualifying rounds was undoubtedly paving the way for his subsequent battles.

Once there is one, there can be two. Gerald, having spent many years in officialdom, naturally understood this principle.

A touch of emotion welled up within him, and his gaze remained fixed on Ximu's figure outside the maze.

At this very moment, the magic circle of that celestial magic had already taken shape.

Ximu raised his hand as if to throw, and a massive amount of magic power descended from the sky, rushing towards the aerial labyrinth.

In an instant, a thunderous roar shook the surrounding area.

The entire aerial labyrinth shattered under his attack, and the broken ruins plummeted toward the ground.

"Devil's Tail's Nishiki, he, he destroyed the maze!!!" The commentator's astonished voice rang out in the arena.

"They've already secured first place, are they still trying to block the other contestants' path?!"

Many audience members expressed their dissatisfaction, questioning whether this was in accordance with the rules.

But clearly, there is only one rule for this qualifying round.

That is, the first eight to arrive at the giant dome venue will win, and no other means are excluded.

Ximu smiled as he looked at the falling aerial maze behind him, then turned and strolled along the tracks toward the giant dome venue.

He walked very slowly, as if enjoying the gaze of tens of thousands of spectators present.

"How arrogant, how cocky..."

"Damn, how come this guy is so charming even though he's clearly a teenager!"

"Is it possible that this is how mages should be? Those who say it's too harsh, please remember that this is a battle to establish Fiore's first guild, not children's play?"

Many people began to voice their support for Ximu.

However, Ximu didn't care at all, and simply walked slowly toward the first place with his hands behind his back.

Behind him.

The falling maze dragged the other 113 contestants toward the ground.

The situation became even more critical.

If there is only one winner in this qualifying round, how should the original rules be implemented?

Lying prone on a fallen track, Gray gritted his teeth and opened his palm. In an instant, an ice track that stretched upwards took shape, sweeping past many complicated and broken tracks that had fallen downwards.

He sprinted upwards, each step solidifying beneath his feet to stabilize his body and climb.

Ximu did indeed provide them with some amusement.

But this kind of fun is a bit too difficult.

This time, we really have to rely on our own unique abilities and strategies.

The contestant sent by Raven's Tail was a female mage with long red hair. Her hair stretched upwards and was firmly tied to the falling rocks, propelling her upwards.

As they passed Gray, they couldn't resist making a sarcastic remark: "Bye-bye, Fairy Tail."

The two guilds were already bitter enemies.

Meanwhile, the other contestants who possessed low-altitude flight magic were all shot down by them.

In the blink of an eye, the qualifying rounds had turned into a farce, a prank resembling that of children.

As the aerial maze landed completely, some quick-thinking contestants began to sprint towards the arena gates.

Excuse me!

As they talked, they started running towards the dome venue.

Since we can't get through the aerial maze, let's take a detour.

As long as it's within the rules, it's allowed.

"Fool!" The archmage at the front looked back. "Taking the long way is my shortcut!"

He dashed out of the arena and headed towards the giant dome venue.

Soon, others also noticed the problem.

So the aerial maze race in the qualifying rounds suddenly turned into a marathon on the ground.

The instigator of all this, Ximu, leisurely cast his gaze down from the sky, watching the figures running on the ground with amusement.

That was his original plan.

As an emerging guild, only by employing sufficiently shocking methods can it attract more attention.