Versatile Mage: Lord of Space

After learning about the restrictions here, the next step is to enjoy free food and drinks at the Osaka Kokufukan.

The banquet was held in the Lower Pavilion, which boasts a magnificent banquet hall comparable to a castle. Many important figures from the West Guard Pavilion attended the banquet to welcome members of the Chinese National Government.

Of course, the group of equally proud and ambitious young academic elites who serve as guardians of the library are also indispensable.

These individuals are top-tier mages selected from various universities and have undergone months of intensive training, all to hinder the progress of top players from different countries.

Players from various countries must gain recognition from their respective national pavilions before they can enter the Venice Glory Finals...

Each national team player is not much weaker than the national team players. If the national team players are not strong, wouldn't all the national teams players be able to pass easily?

These Japanese officials and contestants had been staring at Lin Lan since they arrived, and they were communicating with each other in Japanese.

"That good-looking one is the summoning mage who can summon a Grand Commander-level being..."

"This time we've really met our match. It takes several teams of high-level mages to deal with a Grand Commander..."

"This is really cheating. I wonder how this person cultivated."

"No matter what, we still have to find a way to deal with it..."

The members guarding the Japanese National Pavilion all had solemn expressions, and the more they talked, the more uneasy they became. However, their inherent pride prevented them from easily admitting defeat. Only a few of them had reached the high level, and their main strength lay in their confidence.

"What are they saying to Lin Lan?" Guan Yu asked.

"Judging from his face, he looks like he's eaten shit. He's probably intimidated by the Frost Thunder Eagle. But thinking about it, it makes sense. Anyone would be stunned if they saw that," Jiang Yu said, waving his hand.

"Lin Lan, what do you think?"

"What do I think? Being stared at by a group of Japanese people is making me lose my appetite. I really want to beat them up," Lin Lan said.

Before long, the girls arrived. As they were the last to appear, they were carrying large bags of things they had bought in Osaka. Jiang Shaoxu, in particular, had her table piled high with luxury goods she had purchased: clothes, shoes, bags, jewelry, and more.

"I thought your Chinese National Team members were all those powerful mages who constantly trained hard... But it's good this way. It's true that you should relax before a battle. Training isn't something that happens in a day or two; it relies on daily accumulation. I remember when the Korean National Team came here, they were all immersed in training, but we still beat them to a pulp. I just heard that one of your Chinese National Team members is a summoner mage who uses a Grand Commander-level summoned beast. He's the one on the left, right? In your Chinese terms, he's a dragon among men. At his age, with his strength, he truly is." The Japanese teacher from the main seat spoke, using broken Chinese. Mo Fan and Zhao Manyan almost burst out laughing.

The woman looked stern, but she had a smile on her face at that moment.

In her view, a freak like Lin Lan was most likely a disciple of that forbidden spell master in China, who had high hopes for him. Only a fool would choose to offend him.

Lin Lan was a little stunned when he heard this. In the original work, this woman was extremely disdainful and could not stand him at all.

Why did your expression change?

Indeed, strength is the best passport to any place. If I were to display other formidable abilities, I'd scare you all to death...

Who cares? Let Ai Jiangtu handle the chatting. Ai Jiangtu is the captain, so Lin Lan can just focus on eating dinner.

……

Not long after, the duel began after dinner, a kind of post-meal digestion session. The fight was one-on-one, and Guan Yu chose the blond Okamoto Takashi.

The arena of the West Guardian Pavilion is located on the south side facing the ocean. It appears to be a huge, artificially constructed platform suspended in the air. When there are no matches, it seems to also serve as a helicopter landing pad. As soon as the group entered the arena, they saw a black helicopter flying from the area towards the sea battlefield.

“This fighting platform is made of gray crystal, so don’t worry about it not being able to withstand your magical attacks. The power to completely shatter it would have to be at least a high-level third-grade magic,” said Koike Shoko, a Japanese female student. This female student always exuded a demonic aura, and her gaze would occasionally drift towards Lin Lan.

There's nothing we can do about it. Lin Lan is so handsome and strong that by the time they finished eating, everyone in the national pavilion probably knows him.

"Then this venue is going to suffer a lot," Mo Fan quipped under his breath.

……

Five people were selected through the competition: first Guan Yu, then Jiang Shaoxu, Lin Lan, Mo Fan, and Mu Ningxue.

Winning three games counts as a victory.

"I'm sure I can win this game easily." Guan Yu was confident and stepped forward from the team.

He then slowly walked up to the ten Japanese National Team players, among whom he recognized Okamoto Takashi... They were kneeling in the front row, wearing white ribbons on their heads, which in Japan represent an indomitable fighting spirit, while in China it would be considered mourning...

Mochizuki Chika sat in the back row of these nine people, looking like the captain of the national team or something...

Next come the Moonlit Sword, the Japanese Military Commander...

In addition to the other 30 or so people, the competition is not open to the public, so it is possible to select some witnesses.

When the official fish arrives, it knows the basic etiquette.

He glanced at the nine students guarding the dojo in front of him, then looked at Mochizuki Chika sitting a little further back. It seemed that Mochizuki Chika was the captain of these people and should also be the strongest one.

Guan Yu was rather arrogant. He was considering whether to directly challenge their strongest, but he gave up on the idea. Plant-type opponents were particularly difficult to deal with, and he most wanted to take down the blond Okamoto Takashi.

"What are you standing there for? Come out and get beaten up." Guan Yu pointed at Okamoto Takashi and smiled disdainfully.

Guan Yu mocked, but Okamoto Takaya seemed completely unconcerned. He went up on stage and asked in Chinese, "So... um, is Lin... Lin Lan your National Team captain?"

Guan Yu understood, and then shook his head.

Lin Lan wasn't the captain, but Ai Jiangtu wasn't as strong as him either. What angered Guan Yu was that even the Japanese had fought against him, yet he was still thinking about Lin Lan... Was he traumatized, or was he courting death?

Guan Yu shook his head as he recalled the golden light and lightning on the rocky island. He couldn't see through Lin Lan at all.

In short, just don't mess with them.

Okamoto Takashi fell silent upon hearing this. Lin Lan was so strong, yet he wasn't the captain.
That's a bit scary...

(End of this chapter)