Full-Time Magister: Reincarnated as the Strongest in the Modern Era, Gojo Satoru

Chapter 108 A Gentle and Easy Crushing

In just a moment, the clash of powers determined the outcome, with Gojo Satoru emerging victorious.

The tall, muscular American man was thrown back and slammed hard against the arena's barrier, leaving him completely dazed.

"Holy crap, Wu is still so ruthless, he knocked that big guy unconscious right away!" Zhao Manyan exclaimed.

"The captain of the guard team, Boblin, is also very strong. He was able to fight Old Ai all by himself!" Nan Jue couldn't help but exclaim.

It must be admitted that the US embassy security team is really strong.

Without Gojou and Mo Fan, the overall strength of China would be about the same as that of the American embassy guard team.

"Damn, Gojo Satoru has taken down another one!" Jiang Yu exclaimed again, following Zhao Manyan.

Seeing Mo Fan having a great time playing with his two American female teammates, Gojo Satoru casually knocked out Oruna's brother and left him aside.

"Sigh, the outcome is decided. The Chinese team members are all too strong," sighed a bespectacled young man among the American defenders.

"Yes, Wang Chi and Felome were taken care of by that white-haired youth in a single encounter," another woman said helplessly.

On the competition stage.

After dealing with the two men, Gojo Satoru continued walking towards Mo Fan, appearing quite relaxed.

"What is Ferome doing? Why hasn't he dealt with that summoning mage yet!" the blonde female student shouted angrily.

The female student in the green dress was also suffering terribly from the heat of the flames and couldn't even speak.

"He's already been killed." Gojo Satoru suddenly walked up to the two women and said in a flippant tone.

The long, slender hand patted the shoulders of the two female teammates from the American team who were holding the fort.

"When?!" The woman with straight blonde hair was so frightened that her whole body stiffened.

The woman in green was also extremely shocked and dared not move.

The outcome is decided!

Gojo Satoru did not answer their questions, but instead looked at the location of the American Pavilion captain, who was already at a disadvantage.

"You've won." Boblin looked around the arena, and an extremely ugly expression immediately appeared on his face.

Wang Chi was still unconscious, clearly knocked unconscious by the impact. The other was knocked unconscious and lying on the ground. In the end, both of them were subdued.

Gojo Satoru nodded and then treated the two who were unconscious and dizzy.

In fact, the five players on the American National Team are quite strong, basically on par with many national team-level teams.

But because they were too arrogant at the beginning, coupled with their undefeated record, Nan Jue sent Wu Tiao Wu, Mo Fan and Ai Jiang Tu together to ensure victory.

"We lost. We will change what's on the wall panel back. We apologize for our previous arrogance. You are indeed better than us," Boblin said earnestly.

The people at the American Pavilion were also very direct in their attitude, not as unreasonable and furious as I had imagined.

It's clear they respect the strong; only the strong deserve respect, the weak don't!

Not long after, Oluna personally presented the medal.

The news that the indestructible golden statue of the American National Pavilion had been broken by the Chinese people will likely soon reach the ears of the various national teams or national pavilions.

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At night, the Chinese people split into several groups, either resting in their assigned lodgings, shopping in American malls, or going somewhere to have fun.

Gojo Satoru was too lazy to go out, so he just slept at his place.

In his sleep, a voice seemed to echo endlessly in the young man's mind.

The people at the Temple of Liberty were unaware that danger was creeping down upon them step by step.

You can see that illusory dream world, where the sky is slowly turning from bright to gloomy.

"Who the hell is causing trouble in my dreams?"

Gojo Satoru looked around at the vast world and immediately cursed arrogantly.

He was alone in the dream, and the changes in the sky had a somewhat eerie feel to them.

If this had happened a few months ago, such a change would never have occurred, as his mental defenses have never been any weaker than his physical defenses.

This situation only occurred because the backlash caused by the Emperor-level attack has not yet fully recovered.

Just after Gojo Satoru finished speaking, lightning flashed and thunder roared in the sky, followed by a torrential downpour.

"Playing tricks."

Gojo Satoru glanced at the layout of this space with disdain.

In an instant, a dazzling golden light suddenly flashed in this chaotic dream.

The spiritual power belonging to Gojo Satoru began from beneath his feet and continued to spread into the distance.

Neither strong winds nor heavy rains are kept out by the barrier formed by this force.

"Huh!"

In the sky, from within the densest of the darkest clouds, someone uttered a surprised and slightly aged voice.

As you can see, this is an elderly man wearing a black robe, and he looks quite old.

"You've kept it well hidden!"

With just a soft murmur, Gojo Satoru sensed the location of the person who had set up the setup and raised his hand to sweep a silver-white energy over.

Swish swish! ! !

The dark clouds turned to dust the moment they were touched by the silvery-white energy, forcing the hidden old man in black robes to reveal himself to avoid the energy beams.

"You were actually able to detect me." The old man in black robes was quite surprised, looking at Gojo Satoru and opening his mouth:

"It seems we've failed today, but it wasn't all for nothing; at least we managed to stop you."

Upon hearing the old man's words, Gojo Satoru's heart skipped a beat, and multiple attacks instantly formed around his body.

Four powerful energy attacks suddenly descended upon this place, stirring up the space!

All four sides were attacked and occupied, surrounding the old man in black in the center.

The attacks rained down, engulfing the old man in the eye of the storm.

The dream is swaying, space is shattering, and nothingness is spreading.

"Just a fragment of a soul? Looks like your magical cultivation is quite high. Wash your neck clean and wait for me to come and take it!" Gojo Satoru grinned maliciously.

Immediately, the illusory dream began to shatter, and Gojo Satoru's consciousness instantly returned to his body.

A tall building not far away.

Blood slowly trickled from the corner of an old man in black robes' mouth.

"grown ups!?"

Several people in black robes gathered here, though they belonged to different factions and included both men and women.

They all addressed the old man as "Sir," but their eyes were filled with fear upon seeing his appearance.

You should know that this was the person who was specifically sent by the higher-ups to get rid of Gojo Satoru, but in such a short time he ended up in this state.

"Gojo Satoru's foundation is too deep; even I can't do anything to him." The old man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then inquired about the news from the other side:

"Has Mo Fan been sold?"

Upon hearing this, everyone present fell silent.

After a long pause, someone finally spoke up: "My lord, the other side also failed. The temple mage rushed over and rescued the person."

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(End of this chapter)