Full-Time Magister: I Have a Crafting Spawn

As expected, after several attempts to counterattack, Li Linyue was completely trapped in a disadvantageous situation and could not break free.

"We're going to lose," the director of the Water Conservancy Department sighed.

As soon as he finished speaking, Shiraishi Keita on the stage unleashed a powerful wave that sent Li Linyue flying out of the dueling arena.

The noisy arena suddenly fell silent.

"I told you, you're too weak."

Shiraishi Keita said calmly.

"Kita-kun, come down!" Matsumoto Kyuwa called out at the right moment, ignoring what Shiraishi Shota had said.

Anyone can see that he deliberately indulged himself.

"Matsumoto-sensei, please keep your students in check," Dean Xiao said, his signature smile long gone.

Matsumoto Kyu then bowed and apologized.

However, the attitude of the next person to take the stage, Yano Gaku, was almost the same as that of Shiraishi Keita, except that the way he expressed it was slightly different.

This really infuriated Lu Xiangming and his team, who were determined to embarrass the Japanese devils in the dueling arena.

The result was not as they had hoped.

In the second game, Yano Yue played against Yu Jing, and Yano Yue won.

In the third round, Miao Ming faced off against Aida Haruka, and Aida Haruka won.

In the fourth round, relying on his summoned beasts and his intermediate-level fire-elemental cultivation, Shen Qingping finally won the first round for Mingzhu Academy.

Uchida Shizuka fought against Shen Qing'an, and Shen Qing'an won!

In the blink of an eye, they had one win and three losses.

Although the international ranking of the Mingzhu Academy is not as high as that of the Edo Academy, that is a comprehensive ranking.

If we consider only the students, the difference between the best students could not possibly be that great.

"This isn't right, Dean. I don't think they're here to exchange ideas or learn from each other; they're here to cause trouble." Dean Lei frowned.

"Let's keep watching," Dean Xiao said calmly.

The stands were completely silent.

Only one game left.

Mochizuki Mitsuo versus Lu Xiangming.

The overwhelming pressure pressed down on Lu Xiangming.

"Lu Xiangming, we're counting on you." Miao Ming said in a hoarse voice, his eyes bloodshot.

"You've done your best. Now watch me." Lu Xiangming took a deep breath and stepped into the dueling arena.

Mingzhu Academy has already lost three games. If it's a best-of-five series, Edo Academy will have won.

Fortunately, it wasn't a best-of-five series; it was just an exchange and discussion, and the final outcome was uncertain.

That being said, if we really lose too badly and these Japanese devils stand on our heads and mock us, who would think that the final outcome is unimportant?

If we can defeat the most powerful Mochizuki Mitsuo, there's still a chance for things to turn around.

But can I really defeat Mitsuo Mochizuki?

Lu Xiangming looked at Mochizuki Mitsuo in front of him and was about to say "Please enlighten me" when he saw Mochizuki Mitsuo open his mouth.

Even though there was no sound at all, Lu Xiangming's pupils suddenly contracted, and an indescribable anger and trembling surged from the soles of his feet up his spine to his brain.

The mouth movements clearly indicated that they were uttering a word that insulted China!

"You fucking court death!!" Lu Xiangming roared, his body suddenly bursting with flames, and crimson fire elements surged wildly.

He was utterly enraged. The frustration of the previous three defeats, the constant contemptuous mockery from the Japanese students, coupled with Mochizuki Mitsuo's blatant anti-Chinese lip-syncing—

All the anger surged to his head instantly, and he no longer cared about etiquette in the exchange of blows. He only wanted to crush this arrogant person in front of him!

To bring glory to Mingzhu University and to China!

A scorching fist, carrying nine pillars of blazing fire, crashed down on Mochizuki Mitsuo, the flames engulfing half the arena and distorting the air itself! This is an exclusive first release of "Full-Time Magister: I Have a Synthesis Slot," presented by Big Match, the Cat Buyer!

The students in the stands clenched their fists instantly, hoping that this blow would turn the tide.

Mochizuki Mitsuo remained indifferent, his eyes showing no emotion, and he didn't even move an inch.

Suddenly, a dense, dark shadow enveloped him, as if it were alive, and his figure merged directly into the darkness, completely disappearing from Lu Xiangming's sight.

The powerful punches all landed on empty air, and the pillars of fire slammed into the barrier of the arena, exploding into a shower of sparks.

Lu Xiangming snorted coldly, and the flames erupted once more.

The shadowy figure moving at lightning speed on the ground did not retaliate, but instead continued to roam the dueling arena, causing Lu Xiangming's attacks to miss with each movement.

The scene in the duel were perceived in two completely different ways by the audience.

The students believed that Lu Xiangming had the upper hand, and that Mochizuki Mitsuo was unable to resist and could only passively dodge; victory was only a matter of time.

In the eyes of the professors and deans, who were of higher cultivation, the entire dueling arena had become Mochizuki Mitsuo's shadow hunting ground.

He leaves behind shadow power wherever he goes, and when the entire dueling arena is filled with shadow power, that's when the hunter will close the net.

"This..." Wei Rong was about to speak up to remind him, but then he realized what kind of situation they were in and could only watch helplessly as the darkness around Lu Xiangming grew thicker and thicker.

If we lose the last game, it will be a huge embarrassment, and it might even be a disgrace on the international stage.

Mochizuki Mitsuo's figure flickered elusively in the shadows, as elusive as a ghost. The dark shadow beneath his feet slowly spread, silently covering the entire dueling arena, completely trapping Lu Xiangming in darkness and making him lose all sense of his opponent's location.

"Stop hiding, fight me head-on!" Lu Xiangming roared, flames surging as he tried to dispel the darkness, but the shadows lingered like a bone-deep infection, growing ever stronger with each passing moment.

Suddenly, several streaks of dark blue lightning shot out from the shadows, heading straight for Lu Xiangming's vital points!

Lu Xiangming hastily dodged, but was still struck on the shoulder by lightning. The intense pain caused him to stagger, and the connection between the stars became chaotic for a moment.

Before he could regain his footing, Mochizuki Mitsuo's figure suddenly darted out from the shadows behind him, his right hand gathering violent lightning, aiming straight for Lu Xiangming's chest.

Lu Xiangming used his last bit of strength to parry with fire, but his magic power was already exhausted. Due to the disparity in strength, he was violently thrown back and crashed heavily onto the railing of the arena.

"puff!"

Lu Xiangming coughed up a mouthful of blood, the flames on his body were completely extinguished, and he collapsed to the ground, unable to stand up again.

Mochizuki Mitsuo withdrew his shadow power, his gaze sweeping indifferently over the fallen Lu Xiangming. His tone was icy: "Truly pathetic. So this is China's best student? It seems your China will be at the bottom of the rankings in the next National Games. Why don't you send some students to Japan to study? Your rankings will improve considerably."

After he finished speaking, the fighting hall fell into a deathly silence.

"Mitsuo-kun, it was just a friendly exchange, you went too far. This Lu student can't withstand your power." Matsumoto Kyuu said with a smile in his eyes.

"Dean Xiao, I wonder if your school has any other outstanding students? I was only warming up before it was over, it wasn't enough." Mochizuki Mitsuo wanted to look at Dean Xiao with a provocative gaze, but the moment their eyes met, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Mitsuo-kun! The exchange and sparring is over, stop saying things like that, come down! No one from Pearl Academy can go up on stage anymore!" Matsumoto Kyuu said, feigning anger.

Mingzhu and her students watched the two men colluding in evil deeds, filled with resentment and anger, but could only watch helplessly as their opponents swaggered around, without even a chance to vent their frustrations.

Outside the fighting hall.

Jiangchuan looked up at the banner that read "Edo Academy Exchange and Competition" and strode into the fighting hall.