Entering the Final Stop, Venice

Chapter 121 Entering the Final Stop, Venice

And that was happening while Gojo Satoru was fighting the Dark Sword Master.

A radiant light shot into the sky from afar, striking the eerie and malevolent pyramid with a frenzied intensity. But a mirage is ultimately just a mirage.

When real light shines through, the entire pyramid appears ethereal and hazy.

A blur of light and distortion lingered as the magnificent pyramid slowly vanished in the white light, along with the malevolent light that had been enough to stain the moon red.

Without this shroud of the dead, the spirits would be like fish out of water, lost and adrift.

The massive army of undead began to scatter, frantically searching for their habitat!

Similarly, the Dark Sword Master is also subject to this law. Although it has reached the level of a sub-monarch, it still cannot escape this law, not to mention that it is gradually becoming no match for Gojo Satoru.

Although Gojo Satoru's cultivation has stopped at the peak of the high level, his combat power has long been able to rival that of a monarch. He was only weakened because of the injuries he sustained in the ancient capital calamity.

But after a year of treatment, he has recovered more than 50%.

This battle simply allowed Gojo Satoru to more quickly understand the extent of his current power.

Seeing the Dark Sword Master ride away on his demon horse, Gojo Satoru simply watched without stopping him.

If one disregards the consequences, it is certainly possible to kill the Dark Sword Master, but in that case, one's hard-won recovery will be greatly diminished.

Just like monarchs, there are different ranks. Compared to the Mountain Corpse and the Totem Serpent, this Dark Sword Master's strength is like that of a child.

If he were in his prime, killing him would be a piece of cake, but now, with his injured body, he has to pay a price.

Casting a large-scale spell would increase the burden on the soul, so Gojo Satoru allowed the Dark Swordsman to escape.

"We've won! We've won!!" Countless military mages cried out in excitement.

"Your blood was not shed in vain, we...we won!!" Fenner said with tears in his eyes. At this moment, in addition to the joy from the bottom of his heart, he also felt that he had given the best possible explanation to his subordinates who had bled and sacrificed their lives!

She stood on high ground, watching the black undead recede like a tide, watching the war finally subside, and then collapsed to her knees on the ground.

.........

After nearly a year of hardship, the National Team members finally obtained the key to enter the Venice World National Team Tournament and arrived at the final stop of their journey, Venice.

This city built on water possesses a spirituality that no other city in the world can match.

The medieval clock towers, churches, and painted buildings that can be seen everywhere instantly transport you to the history of Europe, giving you a feeling of traveling through time.

Venice has no cars or other means of transportation; the only means of transport are boats and gondolas, which are black water creatures.

Magic is the dominant force in this world, and in order to stand out from the crowd, people have begun to tame demons and turn them into vehicles for human transportation.

Just like the Sky Eagle, this kind of mount became a top-tier asset for military mages, allowing mages who couldn't fly to engage in aerial combat.

Of course, while the Sky Eagle is quite gentle, it's easily in trouble if it encounters an eagle-type demon lord.

"I heard that every one of you Vesni people is a water mage, is that true?" Mo Fan, a typical master of questions, couldn't help but ask the driver while sitting on the back of the Aragorn water beast.

The driver was an old man who seemed very enthusiastic. He smiled and explained to Mo Fan in English, "I wouldn't say all of them, but at least half of them know one or two water magic spells. Unfortunately, I'm not in that half."

"Half of them are water-type mages, that's a bit terrifying!" Zhao Manyan said in surprise.

Compared to ordinary people, mages are ultimately a minority, and in this city, almost all the orthodox residents are actually related to water-based mages, which is somewhat unexpected.

"If you're going to the St. Mark's Auction Hall, it's not far across this waterway. The World University Competition is about to begin, and people are flocking to this small town. I think my business will get even better," the water beast driver said with a smile.

As they spoke, he handed them a business card, seemingly telling them to contact him if they needed a taxi.

……

Once ashore, St. Mark's Square comes into view, and the magnificent St. Mark's World Auction House is also visible, with two winged lions guarding the entrance to the cathedral, looking solemn and majestic!

"Zhao Manyan!" Just as he stepped into the front of the main hall, he heard a handsome man wearing beach shorts and sunglasses walking towards him.

Beach shorts and flip-flops—this simple and stylish outfit seemed somewhat out of place in this solemn setting, though the high-end sunglasses added a touch of sophistication.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Gojo Satoru glanced at him casually and immediately concluded: an ordinary person.

"Big brother, you're so busy, yet you still made a special trip to pick me up..." Zhao Manyan said excitedly as he looked at the man in sunglasses.

"What are you doing here?" However, before Zhao Manyan could finish his excitement, he heard the man say calmly.

Zhao Manyan's excited face instantly froze.

At that moment, he was filled with utter utter disgust.

What the heck? I was so excited thinking this guy was coming to pick me up, but it turns out he didn't even read the message I sent him?!

Zhao Manyan's face darkened, and he spat out the words through clenched teeth: "I'm here to participate in the World University Competition, can't you at least pay attention to my affairs?"

"Oh, oh, I think I heard someone say that it wasted a lot of the family's money," the man in sunglasses muttered.

Zhao Manyan's lips twitched slightly. He didn't want to say anything more. In his older brother's eyes, he was just a good-for-nothing, idle playboy.

Gojo Satoru was somewhat surprised by the relationship between the two.

"He's my brother, Mo Fan. I told you before... oh, never mind, you probably didn't see my message. I asked you to help me find someone..."

Before Zhao Manyan could finish speaking, Zhao Youqian interrupted him, saying, "You go in first, I have an important guest to receive."

Zhao Manyan was truly helpless and had no choice but to lead the way into the Saint Mark's World Auction Hall.

Mo Fan came here to spend money to acquire lightning-type soul seeds to improve his strength, while Gojo Satoru was dragged here by Mo Fan.

……

"Your brother is really funny." Mo Fan finally couldn't help but laugh.

"Indeed." Gojo Satoru nodded.

Zhao Manyan said helplessly, "It's been like this since I was a child. In his eyes, I'm invisible."

To be honest, I was a little surprised that he could recognize me from that far away.

This guy only cares about money. If I say even half a word to him, he'll feel like I'm hindering his money-making.

He's the kind of guy who's not into women, good food, magic, or sentimentality.

His only pleasure and pursuit in life is making money, just like my father.

Mo Fan added insult to injury: "So you're like someone picked up off the street in your house?"

"I guess so..."

Gojo Satoru listened to the two men's nonsense and walked all the way to the most upscale guest room.

Inside the guest room, the receptionists, all dressed in long blue ripple dresses, were top-tier beauties.

"Do you specialize in seduce these kinds of women?" Mo Fan suddenly asked in a very wicked way.

Gojo Satoru had long since adapted to Mo Fan's strange, sudden shifts in thought, so he remained calm and watched the show.

Zhao Manyan, however, couldn't hold back any longer and quickly retorted.

(End of this chapter)