Zongman: All Heavens and Worlds Begin with the Devil's Curse

"what do you mean?"

"What I mean is that treating the demon's tail in this way is not excessive or extreme at all. This is the result of the Magic Council's internal discussion on the demon's tail."

The speaker was a man.

Not long ago, he personally went to Ms. Poliusika to ask Makarov and Zhou Lan to go to the council to try the envoy who was good at frantically stacking armor on himself.

However, in this conference room, as one of the representatives of the organizer, he also put on a somewhat dignified expression.

Upon hearing the envoy's words, the meeting room immediately became noisy again.

No matter how powerful a mage is, he is still just a human.

As leaders of their respective guilds, they must also fight for the interests of their guilds.

Actually, what these guys said isn't wrong.

Like the Ghost Lords who have already been destroyed, the guilds that are able to participate in this Grand Magic Games have many powerful foundations.

Even if they don't have a breathtaking, floating forest like Devil's Tail, most of them still have some hidden magical wonders.

If the kingdom allows, they can certainly showcase the strength of their guild to attract a large number of mages.

It's worth noting that many of the spectators gathered at the Grand Magic Games were hesitant, considering whether to join a guild and which guild to join.

But Devil's Tail's final, deadly move stole almost all the limelight.

Archmages are the lifeblood of a guild, but they are also a limited resource, much like how prestigious universities compete for outstanding faculty and students.

"Everyone!"

The envoy of the Magic Council suddenly spoke, his voice drowning out the discussion of the council presidents.

A smile appeared on his face, and he calmly said, "If you all really can't reach a conclusion, how about this..."

A hint of mischievousness lingered at the corners of his mouth.

"The guild master of Devil's Tail has arrived. He will appear before us in a few moments. If you have any objections, you might as well speak with him in person."

As he spoke, the envoy paused for a moment and then laughed, "If you are really not convinced, we can also open a separate arena next to the arena, so that you can let your strength speak for you and also use your strength to fight for your right to speak."

Upon hearing the messenger's words, many of the association presidents lowered their heads and pondered for a moment, but most of them were excited.

"Okay! That's how it should be!"

"I agree with that answer. If all else fails, let's have a fight. I refuse to believe that the chairman of Devil's Tail can be so powerful as to be invincible!"

Once someone started, the presidents all expressed their approval.

None of the people present who could become guild leaders were truly weak.

Letting strength speak for itself naturally aligns with their mindset.

Or rather, this is exactly the result they wanted.

At the very least, they should try to regain some of the momentum that has been overshadowed.

He pointed at Makarov, shook his head helplessly, and sighed.

Outside the meeting room, the voice of someone leading the way could suddenly be heard.

The previously noisy conference room suddenly fell silent, and everyone's eyes turned to the door, eager to see for themselves what kind of power was behind this devil's tail and why it had such influence.

"This is it, please come in." Outside the meeting room, the guide opened the door for the chairman of Devil's Tail and bowed.

The breaths of more than one hundred guild leaders were held.

Zhou Lan drifted leisurely into the conference room.

His Taoist robe shimmered with a mesmerizing luster, like a piece of porcelain that had just been carefully polished, noble and elegant.

His face was gentle yet solemn, and his tall, slightly thin figure exuded a gentle yet firm aura.

With his hands concealed within the wide sleeves of his Taoist robe, he calmly drifted into the conference room, his composed and confident gaze sweeping across the entire interior.

In an instant, everyone fell silent.

It was Zhou Lan who spoke first.

He had a gentle smile on his face, as if he had known what had happened all along.

"It seems everyone is waiting for me." Zhou Lan's gaze swept over the faces of the various guild leaders, and she nodded slightly, saying, "They're all quite well-behaved."

"What do you mean!" A hot-tempered president suddenly shouted as he approached Zhou Lan.

The other party's words were far too arrogant.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Lan simply shifted her gaze to him quietly, looking him over with a hint of pity, and slowly shook her head.

On the opposite side, the envoy of the Magic Council seemed to have noticed something and quickly moved away.

For an instant.

An irresistible pressure descended upon the chairman.

In an instant, he knelt down and prostrated himself on the ground.

"It seems I haven't allowed you to speak in front of me," Zhou Lan said indifferently.

"You—" he gritted his teeth, eager to unleash all his magic to fight back, but he couldn't get up no matter what he did.

Despite her face turning bright red, she still couldn't resist the pressure.

The sound of bones cracking was terrifying, and a low growl of pain filled the conference room.

"Get out." Zhou Lan said softly.

In the next instant, he crashed through the conference room wall, shot into the distant sky, and disappeared as a shooting star.

Zhou Lan didn't make a single move from beginning to end.

The magic did not affect his body; all he did was speak.

But the oppressive atmosphere, like a taut spring, held firm, permeating the silence here.

Then, Zhou Lan's gaze swept across the conference room, and she asked with a puzzled look, "Is there anyone else who has objections?"

His tone was so gentle.

But no one dared to question him anymore.

Chapter 355 Advancement Tournament

In the conference room filled with the presidents, Zhou Lan subtly suppressed all complaints and objections.

In a world where strength reigns supreme, no one thinks they can defeat an invincible opponent.

Zhou Lan is indeed invincible.

When he banished the hot-tempered chairman, those present were not even sure if he had actually done anything.

Perhaps it wasn't necessary at all, or perhaps he did move, but just too fast.

The unknown means threat.

After a well-intentioned but obvious warning, everyone fell into a quiet silence.

It was as if the head of the teaching department had leisurely walked onto the podium in what was once a noisy evening study room.

Even the students sitting below the stage couldn't see his expression at all; they couldn't tell whether a storm was brewing beneath his calm, expressionless face.

Silence is the best description.

“I hope you understand.” Zhou Lan gently smoothed the insignificant wrinkles on the sleeve of her Taoist robe. “The reason you are still sitting here is because I don’t want this Grand Magic Games to end so hastily.”

“Of course.” Zhou Lan suddenly changed the subject, “Some of the guilds present also have magical weapons similar to the Tree Sea. I don’t mind if you bring your own guild’s magical weapons as well…”

"If you have this idea, please feel free to do so."

Zhou Lan's every move was impeccable; he extended his hand politely, as if making an invitation.

Alright, weren't you guys just trying to show off your guild's magical weapons?

Now you have a chance, go for it.

But none of the presidents present dared to move; their minds were racing.

Given all this, who would dare bring their own magical weapons over?

Isn't that just delivering vegetables?

If they really bring it over, then it's pretty much time to say goodbye to the guild's heritage.

Many of the presidents, who had previously appeared quite domineering, suddenly developed shy smiles and looked exceptionally innocent.

"It's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding...hehe." A guilty voice rang out.

Faced with such a being, who wouldn't be afraid?

Zhou Lan's words just now had a very simple meaning.

If it weren't for the need to continue the Grand Magic Games, he could have wiped out everyone present by himself.

Damn it, when did a guy like this appear in the Kingdom of Fiore?

This is the biggest question in the minds of all the presidents.

However, this question could not be answered, and it faded away with the hem of Zhou Lan's clothes as she disappeared outside the door.

Clearly, this incredibly powerful and domineering guild leader is going to personally watch the Grand Magic Games.

After Zhou Lan left, a series of sighs of relief echoed in the conference room, followed by a long, drawn-out sigh.

Apart from Makarov and the Magic Council's envoy, everyone's foreheads were covered in large beads of sweat.

Many people even had their upper bodies soaked.

Admittedly, they are not weak in the conventional sense.

But precisely because of this, the stronger one is, the more one can perceive the vast chasm between oneself and those who are even stronger.

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

In the other arena, as the sea of ​​trees shifted, the previously oppressive atmosphere finally became lively again thanks to the commentator's efforts to liven things up.

On the stage, the commentator had already announced the rules for the first qualifying match.

Of the 114 teams, only eight can advance to the main tournament; the rest will be eliminated after this qualifying round.

As the qualifying rounds began, a massive, suspended maze appeared before everyone's eyes.

"A Long-Distance Race Through the Aerial Maze! Each participating team needs to send one person to compete. The top eight teams to reach the giant dome venue for the main event will advance to the main event!"

The commentator enthusiastically announced from the stage, while in the arena, each team needed to discuss and select one member to participate in the qualifying rounds.

Soon, the 114 teams formed small groups to discuss the matter, giving them ample time to select the members they felt were most suitable to participate in the aerial maze race.

"I think speed is the most important thing. As long as you are fast enough, you can leave the others behind and get into the top eight."

There was a lot of discussion in the audience.

At the same spot where the little boy had been, several mages gathered together and began arguing.

The point of contention lies in who Devil's Tail will send to participate.

There's no other reason than that his overwhelming entrance just now was simply too eye-catching.

In the short time since then, information has been passed around in the circular audience seating area.

This is general information about the contestants in Devil Tail.

“Laxus? No, it’s said that guy is only good at fighting, speed doesn’t seem to be his forte…” a mage pondered.

"No, speed alone is useless. As long as you are strong enough, you can knock everyone else down from the aerial maze and swagger to the end."

Clearly, some people hold different views from him.

"No problem. It's called a race, but the rules don't say that competitors can't attack each other."

"No, you've all overlooked one thing. This is an aerial maze. Without a brain, you won't even be able to find your way out. Wisdom is the most important thing, it's all about wisdom!"

It must be said that the challenges set by the organizers did take into account many aspects.

Only a mage who possesses speed, strength, and wisdom can emerge victorious in this qualifying round.

There's no reason why the participating teams wouldn't consider things that the audience can think of.