Versatile Mage: One innate talent for each system

Chapter 137 Only three people are needed

When Okamoto Takashi relayed Jiang Yuan's words to the Japanese National Pavilion, more than a dozen pairs of angry eyes immediately turned towards him.

They vowed to show these Chinese people the power of Great Japan!

After the players finished their discussion, both sides were eager to get on the field.

However, the initiative lies with the Chinese national team.

"Guanyu, you go first," Jiang Yuan said.

"Alright!" Guan Yu nodded and headed towards the dueling arena.

Standing on the dueling platform, he pointed at Okamoto Takashi below and said contemptuously, "Stop staring like an idiot. You're the one with the blond, flashy hair. Come up here and get beaten up!"

"You're so arrogant!" Okamoto Takashi was furious and jumped onto the dueling platform without saying a word.

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The atmosphere was tense on both sides, and the battle was about to break out after the announcement of the match by Fujikata Nobuko, the mentor of the Japan National Hall.

Both of them were highly skilled in speed, and in an instant they became afterimages as they darted across the dueling stage.

They are all speed-type mages, lacking the ability to end a match. They can only find openings in their attacks at high speed and use magical artifacts to defeat their enemies in one blow.

In an instant, countless streaks of azure light appeared on the stage, and figures moved about as if they were running.

Gradually, time passed by, second by second.

The two on stage were still locked in a tense standoff.

"This is so boring, how long are they going to keep wandering around?" Mo Fan yawned, almost falling asleep.

The others also started to doze off.

Just then, a piercing whistling sound of wind rang out.

Everyone looked closely and immediately burst into laughter, their spirits lifting.

It turned out that Guan Yu had found a rare opening in the attack and plunged the magic tool deep into Okamoto Takashi's shoulder.

The extremely high speed caused blood to spray out.

"I finally caught you, you blond show-off!" Guan Yu gritted his teeth, continuing to exert force with the magic tool in his hand.

Okamoto Takashi cried out in pain, and then unleashed a powerful wind wall.

Because Guan Yu was still holding a magical artifact, he didn't have time to dodge and was swept away by the wind wall, crashing heavily to the ground.

He scrambled to his feet, looked at Okamoto Takashi who was panting heavily in front of him, and laughed: "You blond show-off, I've put up with you for a long time. You like to argue and you like to swear, right? Today I'll beat you so badly that even your own mother won't recognize you!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Guan Yu was about to make his move again.

Okamoto Takashi has already suffered considerable damage, which will definitely severely affect his movement speed. This time, he will be able to easily resolve the situation and allow Guan Yu to vent his anger.

"That's enough, we, the Japan National Pavilion, concede defeat!" Fujikata Nobuko immediately jumped out and stopped the duel between the two.

"Damn it, cowardly Japanese!" Guan Yu stopped what he was doing and cursed in front of her, still not satisfied.

Just when you're about to reach the most exciting moment, it suddenly stops, and no one would feel good about that.

Guan Yu felt very aggrieved.

Soon, the two stepped down from the stage.

"The injury isn't serious, I'll treat you." The only healing mage, Nan Rongni, finished examining Guan Yu's body, her palm radiating a gentle light.

"Hmph, I let that blond show-off escape, otherwise I would have beaten him to a pulp!" Guan Yu said unhappily.

"Damn it, I've been putting up with you for so long. You keep calling him a blond show-off, are you trying to beat him up like I am?" Zhao Manyan said angrily.

"If it weren't for the fact that fighting within the team isn't forbidden, I would have punched you a long time ago," Guan Yu said bluntly, without any attempt to hide anything.

"Damn it, if you say that again I'll beat you into an idiot!" Zhao Manyan rolled up his sleeves, looking like he was about to rush up and fight to the death.

"Alright, alright, stop arguing. There's still a match later," Ai Jiangtu stepped in to smooth things over.

"Don't worry, I won't stoop to his level," Guan Yu said.

“I’ll curse your grandpa!” Zhao Manyan cursed.

The two exchanged insults but didn't actually fight. If they had, their spots would have had to be swapped with those of the National Academy students, and it would be uncertain whether they could get promoted back from the National Academy.

So they were relatively restrained.

Next up is Mo Fan, with Jiang Yuan as the final performer.

Mo Fan walked slowly onto the dueling platform with his head held high and chest out.

Facing the students from the Japan National Museum, he pointed and said, "You're the one, come up here!"

Their arrogant attitude made the Japanese side frown.

Shoko Koike, who had been chosen, stepped onto the dueling platform and sneered, "Chinese, do you think you can beat me? You've chosen the wrong person!"

Both sides are ready.

A purple star chart lit up beside Koike Shoko, indicating that she was a spiritual mage.

“Mo Fan is going to be tough. Mind-based mages have a natural advantage in one-on-one combat, and Mo Fan uses destruction magic, so it’s easy for him to be unable to use magic under mental interference,” said Jiang Shaoxu, a mind-based mage.

"It's alright, Koike Shoko's mental cultivation isn't high, Mo Fan has a way to deal with her," Jiang Yuan said with a smile.

As expected, while Jiang Yuan was speaking, Mo Fan immediately used a magical tool that he had never used before.

A black metal helmet appeared, firmly protecting Mo Fan's head.

"What kind of magical artifact is this? I've never seen it before?"

Everyone was surprised.

"Hmph, playing tricks!" Koike Shoko shouted.

"Eat your grandpa Mo's big flames!"

Mo Fan quickly connected the stars, and the dazzling red star map was almost complete in an instant.

"Psychic shock!"

Koike Shoko's spellcasting speed is much faster than Mo Fan's.

The intense emotional fluctuations, like an invisible aurora, arrived before Mo Fan in an instant.

However, this mental shock, which was powerful enough to interrupt mid-level magic, was directly absorbed when it hit the helmet on Mo Fan's head.

In the moment of Koike Shoko's surprise, the perfect opportunity to attack arrived!
Mo Fan inside the helmet curled his lips into a smile. The Flame Star Chart was now complete, and surging flames burned fiercely from his fist.

"Rose Flame, Fierce Fist, Nine Dragons!!!"

A powerful fiery fist slammed heavily onto the dueling platform, splitting into nine streams of fiery energy that rapidly spread toward Koike Shoko.

Nine fire dragons rose from the scorching air, creating a long river of flames.

"BOOM!"

The energy of the nine fire dragons was concentrated at one point, and the flames exploded, turning into hundreds of tongues of fire that darted wildly across the stage.

When the flames subsided, Koike Shoko, who was in the center, was enveloped by a high-quality defensive magical artifact.

With a "crack" of metal, the defensive magic tool was covered with cracked patterns and shattered into pieces on the ground in the next moment!

Meanwhile, Koike Shoko inside also suffered severe internal injuries from the enormous impact, spitting out a mouthful of blood and collapsing to the ground, her breath weak.

With a single strike, Mo Fan ended the battle!

"You attacked me! I didn't even use my full strength!" Koike Shoko glared at Mo Fan angrily.

"Being less skilled is being less skilled, and you're talking about a sneak attack? Didn't I use magic openly and honestly? You Japanese National Academy students have no character and like to cheat, right?" Mo Fan didn't tolerate her at all and immediately retorted.

Upon hearing this, Koike Shoko, filled with resentment, coughed up another mouthful of blood. The healing monk from the Japan National Museum rushed over and carried her away for treatment.

Mo Fan looked at Wang Yueqianxun and the others, shook his head with a "tsk tsk tsk" sound, and held up a finger, saying, "You'll lose in one more round. As expected, only three people are needed."

After showing off, he jumped off the dueling platform triumphantly.

Next up was Jiang Yuan.

(End of this chapter)