Chapter 246: Victory, Ranked First
The arena remained silent for a long time, as if completely frozen by the Dark Ice. Apart from Mo Fan, who resisted the impact with his scorching flames high in the sky, there were no other fluctuations.
In the destroyed battlefield, Asha蕊雅 stood gracefully in her black armor. She had removed her light silver mask, and the expression on her face held a hint of majesty, quite different from her usual charming demeanor.
Mu Ningxue was surrounded by a few light snowflakes, accentuating her unparalleled icy beauty. When she saw Asha蕊雅 standing there unharmed, her already pale face had lost even more color.
She still held the Ice Crystal Bow in her hand. If she needed one more arrow to win this match, she truly didn't know what her fate would be.
This Saintess from Parthenon Temple clearly possessed power beyond her own cultivation. Indeed, she wasn't the only special one in this world.
"You won," Asha蕊雅 suddenly said.
Mu Ningxue was stunned, wondering if she had misheard.
Asha蕊雅 did not repeat herself. She put away her sword and walked out of the battlefield.
Her steps were light, and the black armor, devoid of any warmth, slowly disappeared from her body, turning into black scattered energy. She casually tossed the silver mask onto the ground, letting it melt.
Coming to where Mo Fan was, Asha蕊雅 raised her gaze and looked at Mo Fan there.
"It's on you," Asha蕊雅's cold face suddenly broke into a beautiful smile, like a neighbor's daughter, whom he had annoyed, suddenly thought of a mischievous idea, smiling in a way that made people feel uneasy.
"You're not trying to say you want me to owe you a favor, are you?" Mo Fan retorted.
"Of course."
Asha蕊雅 continued, "If I didn't put down my sword, she wouldn't put down her bow. But if she didn't put down her bow, her life would be gone. She wouldn't back down, so I had to. But this favor is on you. Any problem with that?"
"Do you think I'm a pushover?" Mo Fan said with a smile.
Although owing a favor wasn't a big deal, he wouldn't repay her anyway.
But why should he owe any favor?
He wasn't incapable of putting up a fight!
"Do you think you know all of my power?" Mo Fan said casually.
"Then should I continue fighting now?" Asha蕊雅 made to go back. She hadn't officially left the field yet; walking out meant being eliminated.
Mo Fan wasn't a child, so he certainly wouldn't genuinely argue with her. He immediately said, "Alright, alright, I owe you a favor then. You really are..."
"Hmph~"
Hearing this, Asha蕊雅 finally left, satisfied.
"Great Xia, wins!!!"
"Great Xia, ranks first in the World Academy!"
As the chief referee solemnly announced, the salute cannons that Venice City had already prepared immediately soared into the sky. The colorful brilliance reflected on the faces of every Great Xia Academy member.
"Mu Ningxue, Goddess Mu!!!"
"We won, haha, we won!!!"
...
After the victory, what remained was naturally cheering!
For the next few days, everyone was completely liberated. Venice was already a charming City, and after the grand finale, they could revel in Venice Water City for several days and nights.
They were all young people, and their indulgence knew no bounds. Even Mo Fan, with his physique, was drunk for an entire day.
Hmm, a Mage's strength and drinking capacity are unrelated.
No matter how strong, one will get drunk if it's meant to be.
"Damn it, I'm going to puke my guts out. What kind of wine did Jiang Yu, that birdbrain, introduce to us? It tasted like cow dung water, and the after-effect was so strong. I almost had a forty-something dancer, that would be the pain of my life!" Zhao Manyan finally woke up and started cursing.
Mo Fan was on the balcony next to him and couldn't help but find it amusing to see him swaying.
These past few days, they had been on the road of drinking and drinking.
Damn it, speaking of which, he hadn't 'moisturized' Mu Ningxue and Mu Ningxue for days!
This time, when he woke up, it was already late evening. The orange-yellow glow of the sunset sprinkled over Venice City, radiating a kaleidoscope of colors. Whether it was the vibrantly decorated glass windows, the light reflected in the waterways, or the beautiful, mature women of Venice, everything made one feel exceptionally comfortable!
"Come on, let's go get some fresh air and sober up!" Zhao Manyan called out to Mo Fan.
"Okay, let's head towards the sea," Mo Fan said.
The others had gone off to god knows where to have fun. Presumably, those who were meant to hook up had hooked up, and those who hadn't were hooking up on the streets of Venice. After all, as the first-place team, if you stood still for a minute, someone would recognize you and throw themselves into your arms.
They walked to the side of Venice facing the sea. In fact, the entire Venice is situated within a vast bay. The bay forms an irregular crescent shape, and interestingly, there is a long landmass stretching across it, like a thick string on a bow.
Mo Fan and Zhao Manyan, having nothing to do, walked along that long bay embankment. That wasn't Venice territory anymore, but they didn't care what it was called. All in all, the scenery here was very good.
There were quite a few people coming and going along the coastal embankment. There were many top-tier hotels there, gleaming with golden splendor in the sunset.
And here, Mo Fan also saw the location of Baxia.
Speaking of which, Old Zhao's calamity was also approaching.
"You called me to such a remote place, not just to enjoy the wind, right?" Mo Fan felt that Zhao Manyan had something to say, so he took the initiative to ask.
"You can even tell that? Are you a Ascaris worm in my stomach?" Zhao Manyan looked surprised.
"Spit it out," Mo Fan said.
To be honest, if Zhao Manyan needed his help, he could absolutely help. After all, he was a Super-Order Mage, and he also had a bottle of Time Liquid. Even if he hadn't mastered Super-Order magic yet, protecting Zhao Manyan was not a problem.
Zhao Manyan seemed a bit hesitant, unsure whether to discuss this with Mo Fan.
"It's about my father. He's not young anymore, and he developed a lot of health problems when he was younger. This time, we won first place, and I thought I had given him enough face, but who knew he fell ill and didn't even get to see it..." Zhao Manyan sighed.
Mo Fan was speechless. This kid, in the end, still couldn't bring himself to say it.
But thinking about it, matters between close brothers are not so easy to just blurt out, even if their relationship is good.
"That's quite a shame. Aren't you going to see him?" Mo Fan said, following his lead.
"A bit scared," Zhao Manyan said.
"Scared?"
"His illness is very serious. Our old healing Mage told us a long time ago that if he fell ill again, he would most likely pass away. Although we've all prepared ourselves mentally, thinking that the old man doesn't have many days left to live really makes me sad," Zhao Manyan said softly, completely changing his usual jovial demeanor.
"What's coming cannot be avoided. You'll have to face it sooner or later. This is good for you, and it's good for him too. After all, sometimes, living like this can be a torment for him," Mo Fan sighed and said.