Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 304 The Simplified Final Battle of the National Government
"Form ranks! Prioritize the evacuation of civilians!"

"Freeze the path! Stop them!"

"Thunder Web! Covering the East District of the viewing platform!"

In this critical moment, the mentors leading the teams from various national governments played a crucial role.

A master of ice magic from Northern Europe, with his white hair standing on end!

Absolute Zero - Ice Age!

A terrifying cold wave erupted centered on him!
Water vapor in the air condenses into ice crystals, covering the ground with solid ice several meters thick!

Several void puppets suddenly froze, their bodies covered with a thick layer of white frost.

While they couldn't completely kill these void monsters, they did restrict their movement.

Another South American plant-based master, with his hands moving rapidly in hand seals, chanted ancient incantations.

"Strangle the vine forest!"

At the edge of the field and in parts of the stands, countless thick, dark green vines covered with sharp barbs burst out of the ground, like wildly dancing pythons!

Ignoring the claws and teeth of the void golems, they bound the rampaging "people" with powerful binding force, tightly binding them!
The vines secrete a sap with a strong paralyzing toxin, which is injected into their bodies, weakening their resistance.

"Our mentor is awesome!" The students behind him erupted in cheers, their morale soaring.

These Void Worms, though ferocious and possessing overwhelming power over high-level beings and even threatening ordinary super-level beings, are still just low-level worm eggs that have recently hatched, far from being emperor-level beings like Cho'Gath or Kha'Zix.

Facing a super-level powerhouse with mastery of three or four elements and a team of experienced and well-coordinated mentors.

And the frenzied offensive of the Venetian high-ranking law enforcement officers who rushed to their aid was quickly contained, divided, and disintegrated.

Lu Yilin roared, trying to tear space apart again, but was firmly bound by an invisible spatial chain by a Chinese instructor who was proficient in both wind and space systems. He was then struck hard in the back by several wind blades, his dark purple armor shattered, he spat out a mouthful of foul blood, and collapsed to the ground.

Other parasitized Nationalist athletes and puppets in the stands were also subdued or killed one after another by the combined efforts of mentors and law enforcement officers.

Nan Rongni's face was ashen. Although she had been eliminated early, the Void Worm lurking in her body was also restless under the purple light, showing abnormalities. She was immediately surrounded by law enforcers, forcibly imprisoned and taken away, and her fate was no different from that of Lu Yilin and the others.

No one expected that such a thing would happen at a grand event that brought together young talents from all over the world.

The chaos subsided, but the oppressive atmosphere lingered.

Above the heavens, Vel'Koz, the Eye of the Void, still coldly "watches" over the earth.

Many teams from non-European countries, seeing this apocalyptic scene, were eager to return home.

"We must return home immediately! God knows where the next place will be attacked!"

"Europe is too dangerous! Even the Holy City is struggling to protect itself!"

Panic and a desire to return home spread among the teams.

Meanwhile, the high-ranking magical officials in various European countries were also in a state of great distress.

The threat of the void is an imminent catastrophe, and in comparison, the honor of the National Games and the display of young talents are infinitely less important.

However, the rankings in the National Tournament directly affect the allocation of certain important magical resources dominated by the Holy City and the Intercontinental Magic Association in the future. This benefit is even more precious during turbulent times.

Inside the temporary meeting room of the competition organizing committee, team leaders from various countries and senior members of the organizing committee engaged in heated debate.

"It must be stopped! Safety first!" a South American tour leader slammed his fist on the table.

"Terminate? How will the resource allocation be determined? Based on the current points? Is that fair to the teams that follow?" a representative from a European country retorted.

"Do we really want to keep competing? Look outside! Look at the sky!" An Asian team leader pointed to the purple sky outside the window, his voice trembling with excitement.

"But resource allocation cannot be taken lightly!" another representative emphasized.

Finally, a senior member of the organizing committee spoke in a deep voice:
"Ladies and gentlemen, the calamity of emptiness did not arise overnight. The responsibility of the competition must also be fulfilled properly. Panic will not solve the problem; on the contrary, it will shake the foundation. The youth are the hope of the future, and they need to see order and perseverance."

"This environment also serves as a warning of what they may encounter in the future." "I propose: the final battle will proceed as scheduled! But the format will be simplified—each country will send only one person to fight! One round to determine the winner! A swift and decisive battle."

This compromise balances efficiency and the distribution of benefits.

After weighing the pros and cons, the team leaders from various countries finally reached a reluctant consensus.

The message was quickly relayed to all teams.

The Chinese national team's training base.

Feng Li looked at the core team members in front of him, and his gaze finally landed on Lan Xi.

The girl stood tall and straight like a pine tree, her eyes still sharp, showing no sign of panic even after the chaos just now.

"The final battle, one person will fight. The opponent will be the strongest trump card of each nation." Feng Li's voice was steady. "Lan Xi, this battle is entrusted to you. Are you confident?"

Mu Ningxue looked at Lan Xi with a cool gaze, conveying silent support.

Mu Nujiao clenched her fist and whispered, "Lan Xi, good luck!"

Qin Xiaonan nodded as well.

Lan Xi's lips curled into a confident smile, her sharp edge fully revealed: "Don't worry, mentor."

The final battle began swiftly in the arena amidst a tense atmosphere.

The stands were mostly empty, with only shaken team members and staff from various countries, as well as stern-faced coaches and referees.

The purple light in the sky cast an unusual backdrop over this decisive battle.

"China Team, Lan Xi!"

"English team, Dzeko!"

The referee's voice echoed in the empty stadium.

Zheluo, captain of the English National Team, had azure eyes that burned with suppressed fighting spirit and a hint of solemnity.

Lan Xi's previous strong performance made him dare not be careless in the slightest!
"Miss Lanxi, I've heard so much about you." Zhelu nodded slightly, his demeanor impeccable, but his magical power was already gathering momentum.

"Please advise!"

Lan Xi did not respond, but gently raised her hand, making a "please" gesture.

"Roar--!!!"

Zhelu made the first move!

He knew how terrifying Lan Xi was, and he absolutely could not let her gain the upper hand!
The summoning circle lit up instantly beneath his feet, and his contracted beast and summoned beast appeared simultaneously.

Immediately afterwards, the wind element spun rapidly around him, forming several incomparably sharp wind blades that blocked Lan Xi's possible escape space!
That wasn't all. A chaotic light flashed in his eyes, and the space in the center of the arena instantly became distorted and blurred, attempting to interfere with Lan Xi's perception and spellcasting!

Triple strike, formed instantly!
Lan Xi remained completely calm in the face of this!

"Vast Ocean Tide Lock!"

Centered on her, the vast and boundless water element appeared out of nowhere like an endless ocean!

The pale blue water ripples spread instantly, forming a huge, constantly rotating water field!

The summoned beast was forcibly imprisoned halfway by the water domain released by Lan Xi with every move, like a flying insect trapped in amber!
The wind blades released by Zheluo slowed down significantly after entering this heavy water domain.

Lan Xi's figure moved lightly through the water.

Her spirit and will merged with the vast waters around her, forming a world of her own!

Zerg's most effective Chaos-type technique failed to cause the slightest ripple!
(End of this chapter)