Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 197 Come on together

Mochizuki Chika led the group through the deep corridors, and the interior of the Saka Kingdom Pavilion gradually came into view.

The spacious central hall is fully equipped with all kinds of training facilities.

"The facilities at this Saka Pavilion are quite good," Jiang Yu said, adjusting his glasses.

The battle for the national pavilion has a fixed procedure.

They first treated everyone to some food.

The battle between the two sides officially began.

"The battle of the national stadium will be a best-of-five series." An elderly man dressed in traditional clothing stood in the center of the field and announced the rules in a loud voice.

"Why go through all that trouble?" Lan Xi pointed straight at all the opposing players, "Just come at me all at once, let's finish this quickly and go out and have some fun."

This place is much more bustling than the previous West Bear City. She and Jiang Shaoxu made an appointment to go out for a stroll together.

Her words immediately angered the other party; this girl, who looked so young, had such a big mouth.

A glamorous woman in a tight-fitting combat suit slammed her hand on the table and stood up abruptly: "Little girl, do you know where you are?"

The mentors in the audience all frowned, while the students were filled with anger.

Mochizuki Chika narrowed her eyes, her fingers curling slightly beneath her kimono sleeves: "Miss, the National Tournament is no child's play."

“I’m very serious.” Lan Xi blinked. “You can come along too.”

In fact, Mochizuki Chika was not a student but a teacher, and Lan Xi still didn't take her seriously.

Ai Jiangtu, Nan Jue, and the others did not stop Lan Xi. In most countries, they might have said something, but they had no good feelings towards Japan, and they were there to challenge them, so there was no need for them to be polite.

At this moment, an old man behind Mochizuki Chika looked at Ai Jiangtu and said, "There are rules for the National Hall Battle now, you..."

However, Ai Jiangtu said, "What Lan Xi says represents our team's opinion. If she loses, then we will be judged as the loser." At this moment, he fully supported Lan Xi's actions.

Nan Jue stood to the side with her arms crossed, a smile playing on her lips.

"You've gone too far!" a blond-haired boy roared. "I'll show you we're not to be trifled with."

Lan Xi ignored his words and said, "Hurry up, are you too scared to fight?"

"You are all too weak. Let me see how much of my strength I should use later. Should I use a fraction or half a fraction?"

Lan Xi's every word stirred their emotions; she completely disregarded them.

In the end, they decided they had to teach Lan Xi a lesson and finally took action.

"Since you insist on courting death, then don't blame us for being impolite!" The man grinned maliciously and raised his right hand, instantly conjuring a ball of blazing fire magic in his palm.

The other students also assumed spellcasting postures, and the various magical elements in the air began to stir wildly.

"Fierce Fist - Nine Palaces!"

"Ice Lock - Bone Crusher!"

"Wind Disk - Tear!"

"Ground Wave - Thrust!"

All the students guarding the dojo attacked simultaneously, their various magical elements intertwining to create a death storm.

The blazing flames split into dozens of small fireballs in the air, trailing long tails of flame as they roared in; the pale white ice chains twisted and swirled like living things, freezing the ground with thick frost wherever they passed; the violent whirlwind whipped up countless pebbles, forming a wind disk with a diameter of more than three meters; and suddenly dozens of sharp rock spikes pierced out of the ground, blocking all possible escape routes for Lan Xi.

The magical light illuminated the entire arena as if it were daytime, and the air crackled with ear-piercing energy. The elders in the stands smiled with satisfaction, whispering amongst themselves—such an attack would be difficult for even a high-level mage to escape unscathed.

The proud Chinese people will eventually pay the price for their arrogance.

"that's all?"

Lan Xi's voice, however, clearly pierced through the magical roar.

She gently raised her right hand, her slender fingers drawing a graceful arc in the air, the tips of her fingers emitting a faint blue light.

"Wow!"

A semi-transparent blue water curtain appeared out of thin air, as soft and flowing as the finest silk, yet containing a heart-stirring magical fluctuation.

The first fireball struck the water curtain, hissing as it turned into white smoke; then the ice blades merged into it, failing to penetrate the water curtain but instead being assimilated, increasing the thickness of the defense; the raging wind discs were neutralized by strange ripples as soon as they touched the surface, eventually dissipating into nothingness.

Most shockingly, those sharp rock spikes softened mysteriously just three meters away from Lanxi, and the hard granite dissolved like mud, eventually turning into a pool of murky water.

"How is this possible?!" The blond boy's eyes widened, his voice trembling. "My Ground Wave Thrust actually..."

"I told you you guys are useless~" Lan Xi sighed, a hint of disappointment flashing in her eyes.

With a gentle flick of her slender fingers, the seemingly gentle curtain of water suddenly surged violently, instantly splitting into dozens of crystal-clear water arrows, each gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light.

"go."

With a single, casual word from her, a water jet shot out at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

A sharp whooshing sound rang out in the air, precisely targeting each student who made a move.

"Puff puff--"

After a series of muffled thuds, only four people were left standing on the field.

They barely managed to withstand the attack, either by relying on priceless defensive magical artifacts or by casting life-saving spells in time.

Then Lan Xi smiled slightly, and gracefully twirled her right hand. The scattered water droplets immediately gathered around her as if summoned, forming a slowly rotating, crystal-clear water ring.

"This? How is this possible?!"

The remaining students, who were barely standing, looked horrified. All their attacks had been so easily neutralized.

Lan Xi didn't even move an inch!

The field was deathly silent, with only the faint sound of water droplets falling.

Lan Xi's gaze swept past everyone and landed directly on Mochizuki Chizun, who was watching the battle from a distance.

Her lips curled slightly, her tone languid yet provocative:
"You should join in too, they don't interest me at all."

Mochizuki's pupils contracted slightly, and there were faint signs of demonic energy stirring around her.

Her students were so contemptuously described as "boring"?
"Chisaki!"

Just as she was about to take a step, the old man behind her suddenly grabbed her sleeve. His aged voice was very low, yet carried an undeniable authority:
"Our entire academy is already at a disadvantage in attacking one person together. If you were to intervene further... what kind of behavior would that be?!"

"Are we just going to admit defeat like this?" Mochizuki Chika gritted her teeth, her voice filled with suppressed anger and resentment.

The old man said in a deep voice, "She is no ordinary opponent. Continuing to attack will only cause the academy to lose even more face. Let's take a step back for now."

Mochizuki Chika's chest heaved violently. Finally, she took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed her boiling fighting spirit.

(End of this chapter)