Versatile Mage: Reincarnation of the Strongest Gojo Satoru of the Contemporary Era

Chapter 55 The Sleeping God
Gojo Satoru and Zhao Manyan were praising and slandering each other in the audience, and they were very happy.
"Preparation for the game..."

The competition began, but Mo Fan's condition was a little abnormal. He actually lost consciousness during the battle.

As for Dongfang Lie on the opposite side, he didn't care about the rule of stopping at a certain point after the competition started, and released the fourth level Fierce Fist with murderous intent.

The nine pillars transformed into dragons and flew across the long competition stage.

"Mo Fan!"

"Mo Fan!"

"Hide quickly!"

Ai Tutu, Mu Nujiao, and Zhao Manyan in the audience suddenly stood up and shouted at Mo Fan who was standing there in a daze.

Gojo Satoru stared at the competition stage, his fingers slowly raised and his aura suddenly condensed. If Mo Fan really didn't come back to his senses, he would attack instantly.

Mo Fan remained motionless, as if he had endured some great shock and did not want to face reality.

"Yin~~~~~"

Little Yan Ji cried out anxiously, swaying on Mo Fan's shoulders.

Mo Fan, who had been in a trance, suddenly let out a roar with veins popping out, and at the same time, Little Yan Ji disappeared.

"Fire Fist!"

The same tricks seemed even more plain and simple in the eyes of all the students.

The fire dragon rushed into Mo Fan's body first, but the flaming fist shadow swept away the fire dragon with absolute crushing power!
"Boom~~!!"

The meteorite fist landed on Dongfang Lie's armor and shield. The two expensive defensive equipment turned into scrap metal under this terrifying force.

The next second, the whole person was blown backwards by the recoil, as if he was hit by a cannonball in the abdomen, and blood spurted out in the air.

A streak of bright red streaked along the arc of Dongfang Lie's backward flight, shocking the entire audience into silence.

Amidst the shock, Mo Fan had already walked off the stage.

Gojo Satoru came to Mo Fan's side in an instant and asked, "What happened?"

“Xiao Hou… Xiao Hou is dead…” Mo Fan’s voice became hoarse, and it seemed that it took a lot of effort just to open his mouth.

"Zhang Xiaohou? Wait for me."

Upon hearing this, Gojo Satoru was surprised at first, then he closed his eyes and began to sense the mark left behind before.

“Calm down. The mark on Zhang Xiaohou’s body has not disappeared. It may have just gone missing.” Gojo Satoru opened his eyes and said to Mo Fan.

"I want to go to the ancient capital." Mo Fan calmed down and said seriously to Zhao Manyan and others.

Although he knew that Zhang Xiaohou was not dead, the death notice issued by the military obviously meant that they could no longer send people to look for him, so he had to go.

"Okay, I'll take you to find it." Gojo Satoru thought that since he had nothing to do anyway, he might as well go and see some of the undead.

"Shall I go with you?" Zhao Manyan said seriously.

“No need. I will take Mo Fan to find Zhang Xiaohou as soon as possible and then come back.” Gojo Satoru said lightly.

After saying that, Gojo Satoru grabbed Mo Fan and disappeared from the academy in an instant.

……

The dark clouds were as dense as black velvet, covering all the sunlight.

There was no rain, and the sky and earth were dark. Coupled with the gray and withered colors brought by the seasons, there was no life at all.

The last passenger plane entering the ancient capital slowly descended from the dark clouds.

“Let’s go, the sooner we go, the sooner we’ll be back.” Gojo Satoru carried Mo Fan and walked quickly from the airport to the city wall.

The ancient capital was under martial law, with members of the Magic Association and military mages patrolling and guarding the city gates.

With his scarlet-gold wings spread out, Gojo Satoru grabbed Mo Fan and flew at high speed in a certain direction in the sky.

“Wu, your wings are so handsome, how much did they cost?” Gojo Wu thought for a moment after hearing Mo Fan’s question and said, “I got them by accident in a rift in the Burning Plain last time. I suffered a lot for it.”

"You are suffering?" Mo Fan looked surprised.

"Well, I encountered a very scary corpse. I thought I was going to die."

“It’s so dangerous!”

"Of course, good and bad are interdependent."

Everyone understands this truth, but only those who come back alive can say it out loud.

Along the way, Gojo Satoru flew south for a while and then north for half a while, then flew in a straight line for a while, and finally flew to the right for a long time.

During this period, many flying ghost-like undead or bone-like undead wanted to block the way, but unfortunately their strength was not enough, and they were easily killed by the magic cast by Gojo Satoru.

There were even feathered monsters coming here to die.

After many twists and turns, Gojo Satoru finally landed in a village.

Mo Fan jumped to the ground tremblingly. After flying for a while, he successfully lost weight and everything he stepped on was soft.

Gojo Satoru supported Mo Fan as they walked towards the village. Looking at the dozens of ancient wooden houses, Gojo Satoru sensed the location of the mark.

That's right, it's here.

The two walked to the entrance of the village and walked slowly inside. It was already afternoon, and the sun was no longer high in the sky, but was slanting down.

"Who are you and why are you coming to our Hua Village?" Suddenly a village old man blocked the two people's way.

“Hello, uncle. We are here to look for someone, a young man who might be injured.” Mo Fan looked at the village uncle expectantly, and then handed him the picture on his phone. “It looks like this.”

When the village elder heard that someone was looking for someone, he raised his eyebrows, then looked at the picture and said with sudden realization: "It's Fu Da, wait a moment, I'll go call him out."

“Thank you, thank you.” Mo Fan could finally breathe a sigh of relief after hearing what the village elder said.

God knows how painful he felt when he learned of Zhang Xiaohou's death.

“Relax, I said Zhang Xiaohou is not dead.” Gojo Satoru patted Mo Fan on the shoulder.

Even though he had said it several times before, Mo Fan still looked like he wanted to see the person alive or the body dead.

"Yeah." Mo Fan nodded repeatedly.

After a while, the village old man came out with a man and a woman, and the man followed behind the woman.

Mo Fan opened his eyes wide and stared at the man, his eyes full of joy.

Gojo Satoru also showed a smile on his face.

But a few minutes later, Gojo Satoru and Mo Fan both felt something was wrong. Zhang Xiaohou was indifferent to them, as if he was seeing a stranger.

Before Mo Fan could recover from his surprise, he stepped forward and grabbed Zhang Xiaohou's shoulders.

"What...what are you doing?" The girl spoke. She glared at the outsider who suddenly attacked Zhang Xiaohou.

"You don't recognize me?" Mo Fan looked at Zhang Xiaohou in shock.

Zhang Xiaohou also looked at Mo Fan, his eyes full of confusion.

"Do you know him?" Su Xiaoluo felt happy and hurriedly said to Mo Fan.

Mo Fan didn't say anything else, but gave Zhang Xiaohou a big hug.
Gojo Satoru looked at this scene and felt very strange, then he opened his six eyes to observe.

There was a bug filled with curses and spiritual power lying on Zhang Xiaohou's head, and the bug was sucking away the essence of Zhang Xiaohou's soul.

What is this? Why are there so many strange magics in this world!

Gojo Satoru felt a headache.

(End of this chapter)