Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

What is she doing?!

That brat isn't fighting back at all! If that had hit her on the head, she would have been split in two!

"Ugh."

Nolan sighed. Sure enough, even if he were to fight, he wouldn't be able to hit them.

This damn lucky aura!

Parkinson rubbed his eyes, still holding the axe in defense, but Nolan was still staring at him and didn't take the opportunity to retaliate.

"Damn it, how dare they look down on people!"

Enraged, the airplane-headed creature roared and brandished its battle tomahawk, spinning in circles on the spot.

In the blink of an eye, the icy blue flames gathered into a small whirlwind, which swept away the surrounding trees and froze the earth!

Although the atmosphere on the battlefield was strange, it had finally become more intense. Edgar added fuel to the fire, saying, "Oh my, here it is! That's the reaping technique that every strength-type soul warrior loves most—the Windmill!"

Surely this time it won't be a complete failure?

Nolan opened his arms, accepting the defeat with equanimity, ready to leave the stage after suffering only minor injuries.

The Parkinson's Top spun around and around, slowly approaching the silver-haired girl!

Being caught completely off guard and pulled into a meat grinder is no joke. At the last second, the boy accidentally tripped over a stone with his left foot.

"Huh?"

Parkinson cried out in alarm, unable to maintain his balance. The powerful windmill tilted instantly, turning into a hoe that frantically cultivated the simulated battlefield, carving out a large hole.

When he climbed out of the pit, his hair was covered in mud and his mouth was full of dirt, making him even more agitated.

The students watching from the sidelines were all ashamed. Why couldn't they encounter such brainless opponents?

"Are you OK?"

Nolan wanted to laugh, but then felt it wasn't appropriate, so he squatted down and extended his hand in a friendly manner.

"Shut up! I don't need your concern! Bring it on!"

Parkinson leaped out of the crater, charged forward, and landed a beautiful spinning backhand strike close to Nolan.

Good thing you came!

The girl's eyes lit up. She wanted to take the initiative, but after bumping into him, she immediately fell weakly to the ground and pretended to be dead.

"Gurgle--------!"

Unexpectedly, Parkinson's face turned pale, a sudden sharp pain shot through his stomach, his limbs went limp, and the axe flew out of his hand and into the sky.

"what......."

After a soul-stirring wail, the man with the pompadour head knelt down at the little witch's feet first.

Pfft!

The steak I had for dinner was past its expiration date and went bad in my stomach...

Nolan scratched the back of his head, stunned. All the instructors were stunned, and all the students were stunned.

"Greeting you for the New Year so early?"

"Huh? What's going on? Did Nolan not wear panties today?"

Edgar craned his neck to see what was going on, but shrank back as he was met with strange looks from the group of female teachers.

"Ahem, I see, that's called the honey trap! Nolan lifted her skirt and successfully diverted the enemy's attention. The young and impetuous guy has a weak will; he must have accidentally groped and tried to bend over to cover up his physical reaction. What a chivalrous warrior!"

Lily shook her head and smiled wryly, "What nonsense is the president spouting!"

The fierce battles of the other contestants drew cheers from students across the five campuses, but the final showdown between the two freshmen was full of laughs and brought tears to everyone's eyes.

Justin couldn't help but burst into laughter. The student council president of St. Lenza was truly a genius!

Edgar was equally devastated. "Damn it, how am I supposed to commentate if you guys aren't fighting?!"

Parkinson clutched his stomach, feeling like he wanted to die. His carefully planned revenge had turned into a farce, and what should have been a moment of fame and glory had instead left him nailed to the pillar of shame.

"I don't care, I'll bite you to death with my teeth!"

The man with the airplane-shaped haircut had bloodshot eyes and tried to struggle to get up, but he exerted too much force and let out a loud fart, which was broadcast throughout the Nebula Conference Hall through the loudspeaker, causing him to lose face once again.

After a moment of deathly silence, the laughter from the audience became even more uncontrollable. Were these two clowns even on stage for a performance?!

"Alas!"

Nolan covered his nose and stepped back in disgust, suddenly feeling a little reluctant to torment the poor child any longer.

Or maybe we should just accept the win...

"Embrace of Wind and Frost!"

The man with the airplane-shaped hairpin clenched his fist. As a snowflake mark bloomed between his eyebrows, his soul erupted, unleashing his ultimate technique.

The victor is king, the loser is villain; whatever you do is right as long as you win!

Parkinson's cold pupils gradually turned blue. He didn't care about anything else at the moment; he just wanted to kill Nolan at all costs.

The biting wind froze the entire primeval forest into a snowfield. Behind the murderous-looking youth, a magnificent ice sculpture rose up. The ice and snow goddess worshipped in the polar day snowfield opened her arms and embraced everything into the icy prison.

Lin and Serani exchanged a glance, their awkward expressions gradually turning serious. The goddess of the North had bestowed her blessing upon the believer; although this child possessed a great talent for comedy, her potential seemed extraordinary as well.

325. Reverse Flame Stance

Puff puff puff!

The design of the Frost Embrace is very cool, but at the same time, the loud farts are endless, making it impossible for the audience to take it seriously. You can almost smell this stinky simulated battlefield through the screen.

The man with the airplane-shaped haircut blushed and covered his backside, saying, "You didn't expect that, did you? I've already gained the approval of the Ice Goddess and advanced to become an Ice Warrior!"

However, the string of firecrackers rendered these words unconvincing and failed to divert the audience's attention at all.

The beautiful goddess-king covered her nose and kept her distance, feeling very sorry for this devout servant and the lovely god he served.

With Lady Luck standing behind the protagonist, it means that anyone who opposes Nolan will meet a bad end, and the power of the goddess of calamity will haunt all of the beautiful goddess king's enemies.

If the two Qiao sisters insist on not winning, will this kid be played to death by them?

Nolan shook his head, reluctantly making a decision. They had no grudges against each other, and if they continued playing around, Parkinson's would drive him crazy.

"Ugh."

Nolan shook his head, his silver hair fluttering in the wind and snow, gradually turning red, as scarlet as blood.

A surge of spiritual energy coursed through the girl's body, initially hovering around the twelfth level, but gradually climbing higher.

"what!"

Serani stared in astonishment at Nolan's twin ponytails stained with blood. That special soul was unique, and the more she looked at his features, the more he resembled her, reminding her of a certain annoying woman.

"Tess? How is that possible!"

Soon, the noise in the Nebula venue gradually subsided, and the laughter ceased.

Because the crimson aura surrounding Nolan was growing stronger, his soul fluctuations had increased to the peak of the thirteenth rank, and were still growing.

The two comedians seem to be getting serious!

Lin nodded slightly, not surprised. Nothing was impossible for this master and disciple.

"This child is the second young lady of the Roland family, Alicia's younger sister."

"I see."

Selani's expression was complicated, and she had a bad feeling.

That arrogant woman was the nightmare of all the geniuses at Xingchen Academy back then; no matter how hard they tried, they could never surpass her.

Just when everyone thought Tess would become the next Skadi, she got married and faded from the spotlight for decades.

"You've advanced again!"

Lily stared wide-eyed as her junior schoolmate broke through the fourteenth level threshold.

The dragon-slaying elites from Denton Academy and Ceylon Academy also looked on in disbelief, having never seen anything like it before. Recalling the woman from St. Lenza Academy who streaked across the sky like a comet a few years ago, they immediately put away their contempt; breaking through the barrier on the spot was truly an eye-opener.

The outer flames of the Blood Soul continued to surge, seemingly not intending to stop there, and continued to climb steadily.

Just how much energy did this aloof and beautiful girl accumulate before?!

The blessing from the Goddess of Life was only a small gift to Lin Dichen, yet it allowed his cultivation level to advance by leaps and bounds.

In Nolan's case, the nourishment from the World Tree was particularly exaggerated.

To reshape an immortal divine body, one must first build a powerful physique. Nolan and Leiriyi did not relax for a moment. Below the Saint Realm, it was just a matter of quantitative change accumulating, which was easy.

It's as simple as breathing!

Nolan flexed his wrists, unarmed, his crimson eyes flashing like a candle in a blizzard.

Small, yet resilient.

"Stand still, I'm coming to end your suffering right away."

Stop pretending! Bring it on!

Parkinson licked his lips. He was relieved that Nolan was finally getting serious, but he was also a little flustered.

Despite already being embraced by the Ice Goddess, he still couldn't catch up with the little witch. Does the Lord of Chaos favor this arrogant little girl so much?

Regardless, Parkinson could not allow the other party's arrogance to continue.

So the boy roared and, also bare-handed, glided through the frost.

Since Nolan has no weapon, he doesn't need the magic battle axe. What the Snowfield Warriors crave is a fair and square battle!

The primeval forest has been transformed by the wind and frost into the perfect battlefield for Parkinson's disease. His airplane-shaped hairpin meanders and his agile movements are like surfing in the snow. His right hand is covered in ice and snow, forming a huge fist!

"How rude of me, I can't just let my horse out like that..."

Nolan smiled, his right foot, wrapped in crimson, lightly touched the snow, his eyes burning with crimson flames, and the area beneath his feet instantly scorched, wisps of blue smoke rising from it.

The ever-changing blood spirits encountered the resistance of wind and frost, and immediately transformed into a torrent of lava, melting the frozen earth.