Chapter 1123
The Summer Storm
Of course, these were the two additional slots that Fu Ye requested the Divine Continent Magicians Association to add.
Although Mu Nujiao and Ai Tutu's strength is not comparable
In the past six months, although he has not met as many big shots in the magic world as in the original story, he has not stopped moving forward.
His innate dual talents in fire and lightning are already extraordinary, and the combat experience he gained during his trip to the ancient capital at the edge of the Abyss of Fiends makes his combat power far surpass that of his peers.
Without relying on any connections, he fought his way through the competition and secured a substitute spot solely through victories in the challenge matches.
With his peak mid-level strength and ruthless fighting style, he had already made many regular team members secretly wary.
Following closely behind was Mu Nujiao.
A dual-elemental mage of wind and plant magic, exceptionally talented and resilient.
In the original story, she was a standout who rose from a substitute to become a regular starter.
Even with an increased number of spots, she still failed to be directly selected for the main team in this lifetime.
It's not that they lack ability, but rather that they were pushed to the bench by several "showy" players who relied on family resources.
Ai Tutu's name is among them.
Her strength is undeniable, but she still can't beat Mo Fan. However, beating a regular team member is not a difficult task for her.
The last substitute spot goes to Mu Tingying.
Mu Ningxue's cousin has been eyeing the starting position.
Mu Ningxue's rise intensified the resentment in her heart.
Over the past six months, she has been frantically accumulating magical energy with the help of her family's resources, barely reaching the peak of the mid-level, but lacking practical combat experience.
She originally thought she could use her family's influence to squeeze out Mu Ningxue, but she didn't expect to only get a substitute spot in the end.
There's nothing we can do about it. Mu Tingying is very talented, but Mu Ningxue's talent is even more dazzling.
It's a real pity that Mu Nujiao and Ai Tutu were not selected for the main team.
Fu Ye was all too aware of the shady dealings within the National Team.
Among the regular team members, nearly half are just "showy figures" built up by family resources.
They may have high magic levels and excellent equipment, but they lack practical combat experience and have weak willpower. When they encounter truly powerful enemies, they will only become a burden and a drag on the team.
In the original novel, Mo Fan and Mu Nujiao rose from substitutes to become champions, relying on their genuine talent and combat strength to replace the "pretty faces" regulars and ultimately win the championship.
Although the plot of this life has taken a slight turn due to his presence, overall it shouldn't change too much.
However, he could sense that the dimensional spirit of the Full-Time Magister world seemed to be somewhat afraid of him. Even though he had been there for so long, the other party was still hiding from him and unwilling to show itself.
Outside the Imperial Capital Magic Academy, the clear blue sky was suddenly enveloped by a layer of biting cold.
The air seemed to freeze completely at that moment, and even the magical energy particles floating in mid-air condensed into tiny ice crystals that fell down in a rustling sound.
Qin Yu'er stood in the void in a plain white dress, her long hair moving without wind. There was no violent magical fluctuation around her, yet the entire world became her domain.
At her feet were four people with deathly pale faces.
A high-ranking mage of the Parthenon whose entire body was tightly bound by chains of solid ice.
The ice chains were no ordinary objects, but were formed from pure ice-based forbidden magic. Each one was as thick as a giant pillar and deeply embedded in the spatial barrier. No matter how the four people activated their magic, they could not budge them in the slightest.
"Your Excellency Qin Yu'er, we are messengers from the Parthenon Temple, sent to guide the goddess candidate Ye Xinxia back to the temple for cultivation. Are you trying to make an enemy of the entire Parthenon?"
The blonde female mage at the head of the group spoke in a trembling voice, but still managed to maintain her authority and rebuke him.
The three people behind her were even more ashen-faced. They were all high-level mages carefully trained by the Parthenon Temple, who usually roamed freely across the European continent and could even fight against super-level mages from the Divine Continent. But now, in front of Qin Yu'er, they didn't even have the right to resist.
The Parthenon, the temple that holds the power of resurrection magic, is hailed as the holy land of mages worldwide, and even the higher-ups of the Divine Continent Magic Association treat it with utmost respect.
No one expected that the moment they stepped into the capital and were about to take Ye Xinxia away, this seemingly gentle woman would directly suppress them. Qin Yu'er's gaze was indifferent as she swept over the four of them, her voice as cold as ice:
"Xinxia is someone I, Qin Yu'er, protect. What are you, the Parthenon Temple, to dare to come to the capital of China and snatch someone away?"
As soon as she finished speaking, her gaze shifted and landed on the man at the back of the crowd, who was clad in golden holy armor and surrounded by holy radiance.
This person was none other than the Holy Knight accompanying the Parthenon Temple, a genuine high-ranking mage with a prestigious status and formidable strength. He was originally intended as a trump card to intimidate the magical world of China.
The instant the four high-level mages were imprisoned, he could no longer contain himself. His body blazed with light, and a spear condensed from pure holy light pointed directly at Qin Yu'er. His tone was filled with undisguised killing intent and arrogance:
"How dare you! A lowly mage from Shenzhou dares to lay a hand on an envoy from the Parthenon Temple! Today I will capture you and take away the candidate for goddess!"
The power of super-level magic erupted with a roar, and the golden radiance almost illuminated the entire sky. The Holy Light Spear, carrying an aura of destruction, pierced straight for Qin Yu'er's brow.
The surrounding Shenzhou monks all changed their expressions drastically and retreated.
"It's a super-rank Holy Knight! The Parthenon Temple actually sent out a powerhouse of this level!"
"Although Lady Qin Yu'er is powerful, her opponent is a transcendent being."
"It's over! If Qin Yu'er loses, Miss Ye Xinxia will definitely be taken away, and our Shenzhou will lose all face!"
Despair filled everyone's hearts. They all knew the domineering nature of the Parthenon Temple and the terror of a high-level mage.
But the next second, a scene that everyone will never forget happened.
Facing the oncoming Holy Spear, Qin Yu'er didn't even move a finger, only slightly raising her eyes.
"Snap—!"
In the void, endless ice erupted out of nowhere, and the indestructible Holy Radiance Spear was completely frozen and shattered inch by inch the moment it came into contact with the cold air.
Immediately afterwards, a gigantic hand formed from ice stretched across the sky and grabbed the astonished Holy Knight.
"You...you're a forbidden spell?!"
The Holy Knight's pupils contracted sharply, his voice filled with disbelief and extreme fear.
Forbidden spell!
That's the realm of standing at the pinnacle of world mages!
Qin Yu'er has actually broken through to the forbidden spell!
"Now you know fear?"
Qin Yu'er's tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable domineering air.
"On my turf, you dare lay a hand on my people? Do you even deserve to?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he applied slight pressure with his icy palm.
"Bam—!"
There was no earth-shattering roar, no dazzling magical explosion.
The once mighty Saint Knight, who had shaken Europe, was reduced to ashes by the power of the ice-type forbidden spell before he could even scream, like an ant being crushed. Not even a trace of Saintly aura remained.
in public!
Crush him!
The entire room fell silent.
All the Shenzhou Buddhist monks who were watching.
Member of the Magic Association.
Even the troops on guard in the distance stood frozen in place, their minds blank. (End of Chapter)