Full-Time Magister: My Father is Hua Zhanhong

Chapter 242 The outcome is decided, China is number 1

Chapter 242 The outcome is decided, China is number one.

Mo Fan sustained serious injuries during his battle with Zhe Luo.

Although a few days had passed and he was back to his energetic self thanks to the demonic enhancements, he didn't want to experience that difficult battle again for the time being.

Why keep targeting the opponent's strongest player when you're not the captain?

Are you just bored and have nothing better to do?

With that in mind, Mo Fan chose a guardian knight who looked like he was asking for a beating as his opponent.

He had never been fond of the knights of Parthenon, always pretending to be a gentleman, but in reality, he would secretly drool over the saints of Parthenon, and then solemnly rebuke the men who wanted to get close to them.

Unfortunately, Mo Fan's childhood sweetheart, Xin Xia, is now one of the Holy Maidens.

Holy crap, is that guy secretly having lewd thoughts at night?

Thinking of this, Mo Fan's expression changed. This wouldn't do; Xin Xia could only appear in his erotic dreams.

"Pervert, prepare to die!"

Mo Fan roared, and then unleashed a barrage of destructive spells at the guardian knight as if they had no magical energy left.

The knight was dumbfounded as he watched the magic raining down from above.

What's going on?

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The barrage of magic lasted for a full ten minutes before it stopped.

This wasn't because Mo Fan had run out of magic power, but because the knight he had beaten half to death had just been dragged away by the referee.

How pitiful!

However, this knight was not the first player eliminated by the Greek team.

Gamenon and the unselected teammate were defeated early on by Hua Yu and Jiang Shaoxu working together.

Gamenon, who was no match for Hua Yu to begin with, was injured by Zhe Luo in the previous three-way battle.

He's not Mo Fan; without the Demon type, he wasn't in his best condition until today's match.

"It didn't take long, did it?"

Mo Fan, with his hands behind his head, strolled through the center of the battlefield with a carefree grin, and showed Hua Yu a wide smile.

"It wasn't long, but you almost ended up being the last one," Hua Yu said calmly.

"Um?"

Upon hearing Hua Yu's words, Mo Fan quickly lowered his hands and asked with a puzzled look, "Is the Goddess Mu finished?"

That doesn't make sense!

Is Carlos really that incompetent, considering she's a vice-captain?

Seemingly noticing Mo Fan's confusion, Hua Yu shook her head and said, "It's not her."

"It wasn't her, it was..." Mo Fan was taken aback at first, but then, as if he had realized something, a look of shock appeared on his face, and he exclaimed, "Guan Yu won?"

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In the arena, afterimages darted about.

Two figures fought fiercely in the wind, battling from the sky to the ground, and then from the ground back into the air.

Red bloodstains, blown by the strong wind, continuously sprinkled across the small island.

"Damn it!"

Kazumi, holding a dagger, roared angrily.

The rules of the competition state that if a shallow wound is left on an opponent's vital area, that person will be eliminated.

Kazumi's every attack left a bloody mark on Guan Yu's body, but he could never hit any of the opponent's vital parts.

Guan Yu knew he was no match for his opponent in speed, so from the very beginning, he pushed his speed to the limit in order to avoid the opponent's fatal attack.

You can't escape the fate of getting injured, but if you want to change the location of the injury, it's not that difficult.

"What are you insisting on? Even if we keep fighting like this, what's the point? We'll still lose in the end." Kazumi shouted angrily again.

He really didn't understand why this kid was still struggling to keep going.

Why resist so stubbornly when their strength is far inferior to yours?

Upon hearing Kazumi's question, Guan Yu did not answer. At this moment, all his attention was focused on dodging the opponent's attacks, and he had no time to pay attention to Kazumi.

Does it make sense?

Of course!

The voices of the audience in my ears have changed again, I don't know when!

The audience, who had initially been booing and jeering, seemed to have changed their mood at this moment.

The negative voices gradually disappeared, replaced by faint but clearly audible sounds.

"Keep it up! Keep it up!"

Upon hearing these sounds, Guan Yu's lips curled up slightly.

The next moment, his eyes turned completely red, like a wild beast about to be released from its cage, staring intently at Kazumi who was moving rapidly in front of him, his eyes revealing a strong desire to win.

When Kazumi charged in once again, riding the red hot wind, his swaying figure finally took the initiative to attack.

Kazumi's reaction was noticeably a few seconds slower. By the time he realized what was happening and tried to dodge using his speed, Guan Yu was already right in front of him.

"It's no use. Even if I give you a few seconds, you still can't catch me!"

Once he came to his senses, Kazumi smiled confidently, jumped from the red wind track to the turquoise wind track, and then easily dodged the demon-slaying tool on Guan Yu's arm.

However, what Kazumi didn't notice was that at that very moment, Guan Yu revealed a subtle smile.

Immediately afterwards, Guan Yu stepped into the red wind track.

In an instant, a flame rose from beneath his feet, scorching his body, but Guan Yu seemed oblivious and stepped in with his other foot as well.

"You're having a great time using my air track, aren't you? Now it's my turn."

Amidst the flames, a ghostly figure flashed past and chased straight after Kazumi.

Kazumi's pupils widened upon seeing this.

Although his reaction speed was already very fast, and he subconsciously slashed the dagger in his hand towards Guan Yu, he was still a step too late. After all, who could have imagined that the other party would rather be engulfed in flames than not rush towards him?

"Hiss~~~"

Kazumi broke out in a cold sweat; he could clearly feel a sharp blade slicing across his neck.

He looked incredulously at his opponent, who lay in his arms, covered in wounds and ultimately stabbed in the left shoulder by his own dagger.

The outcome is decided. No matter how hard I can't believe it, I, the strongest wind assassin, have lost!

"I was wrong. You shouldn't be an unknown nobody. Can you tell me your name?"

"China team, substitute, Guan Yu!"

-

"Match over! China wins!"

"China ranks first!"

After Mu Nujiao defeated Carlos, and the three new players from the Greek team also lost, the referee solemnly announced the final result.

At the same time, the cannons that Venice had prepared in advance immediately rose into the air.

Below the cannon salute, all the Chinese team members stood together, enjoying the honor of this moment.

Immediately, the audience from China at the scene cheered loudly. Not only that, but all the viewers in China who were watching the live broadcast went crazy, shouting "Awesome!"

Those who had sworn before the competition that they would do something if the Chinese team won the championship also went out to fulfill their promises.

People running naked in the street, people washing their hair upside down, and some even live-streaming themselves defying electric fans.

Meanwhile, the young people who were enjoying their glory excitedly jumped into the sea to celebrate the victory.

The Chinese team is number one, the undisputed number one!

(End of this chapter)