Magician in Type-Moon

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The surprise at being hurt is not an insult to a man; rather, it brings him joy.

"That's interesting... but you're probably not a magician from the Night Raiders family, right? Even though it's just a basic principle, someone like them wouldn't be able to figure out my weakness."

Matouchi nodded: "Indeed, it's just a superficial principle, based on the mutual generation and restraint among the five elements."

"You make it sound so simple, kid. If it were that easy, I would have died a thousand times over. Your technique is from the West, isn't it? Using fire to overcome metal and poison to cut off wealth, what a clever method."

Fire overcomes metal, which goes without saying, while poison cuts off wealth, symbolizing the two sides of prosperity and depletion.

Matou Ike had already seen through the true identity of the man in front of her during their previous encounter.

"The Sea Toad, the Enlightened One, the True Lord of the Way." Matouchi's voice was calm, as if he were reading an insignificant piece of history.

"A quasi-god of wealth worshipped in Chinese folk religion, one of the nine gods of wealth. These are the basic support bases you can maintain in reality. So, as long as you target this, it's not difficult to break through your defenses."

"You're only able to act tough in front of me because of that mask. If this weren't that bastard's home turf, which reduced my abilities to less than one-tenth, I wouldn't have let your little tricks hit me!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly waved his hand, and the surrounding air distorted abruptly. Magic surged in like a tidal wave, forming a powerful vortex.

Golden light surged within the vortex, and the power of wealth coalesced into sharp blades, locking onto Matou Pond.

"But I also understand that you're holding back, aren't you?" The man revealed a sneer.

"Wearing this mask and sneaking in like that, not daring to use your usual skills, you must have some ulterior motive. But that's none of my business. Although the fight here wasn't very satisfying, it was still enough to quench my thirst. If you can withstand the last move, I'll let you pass!"

"Tsk, fine, I guess I'm just unlucky to run into a battle maniac like you."

Chapter 385 This is reasonable 4k

Inside the several layers of torii gates, there was a thick, layered cloud of dark clouds, so thick it resembled an indissoluble ink stain, completely swallowing up the surrounding light.

Occasionally, a faint glimmer of light would shine through the cracks, only to be instantly extinguished by the thick clouds, like a trapped beast struggling in an endless abyss.

The ground beneath my feet was no longer solid earth and stone, but slippery black mud, faintly carrying the smell of decay, and every step I took felt like I was being sucked in.

Between the torii gates, distorted shadows intertwine, seemingly harmless, but if you get close, you can feel the hidden chill and spying within them.

Further away, deep within those dark clouds, one could occasionally hear a low rumble of thunder, as if some enormous creature was writhing within the clouds.

The sound shook the earth, making one instinctively want to retreat, yet an inexplicable attraction compels one to approach step by step.

The two people facing off in the clouds were Ye Jie Xuexin and Wuzhiqi, the immortal from the Mountain Court who had disappeared for a long time.

The two figures were separated by the clouds.

Wuzhiqi suddenly swung his chains, aiming at Ye Jiexuexin, but instead struck five brightly colored white rabbits.

Those white rabbits were formed from Ye Jiexuexin's magic. Their bodies appeared fragile, but each one contained a strong divine power.

The moment it was struck by the chains, the white rabbit did not disintegrate, but suddenly burst apart, transforming into dazzling five-colored divine light, which wrapped around Wuzhiqi's body in reverse like five rainbows.

The divine light, as if alive, instantly traveled to Wuzhiqi's limbs, carrying an inescapable binding force.

Wuzhiqi's movements were forced to stop, but there was no panic in his monkey-like red-gold eyes. Instead, an excited smile appeared.

"Japanese Shinto? It's quite something! But this little trick can't hold me back!" Wuzhiqi sneered, the chains trembling slightly and making a thunderous roar.

The water sap flowed down the chains, intertwining with the five-colored divine light, forcefully shattering it into pieces.

The water sap was compressed into countless high-pressure water cuts, extending towards Ye Jiexuexin's feet.

This is an attack imbued with the "power of water," powerful enough to shatter even Noble Phantasm-level defenses.

In the void, the areas swept by the water all developed several cracks.

Space was cleaved open.

Xuexin's feet also moved slowly.

His toes traced an arc, drawing the incoming water blade from the front away.

This was an unbelievable blow.

Even when imbued with divine power, this strike, delivered from the realm of the dead, is still imbued with divine authority.

The White Rabbit of Inaba.

Once upon a time, there lived a clever rabbit. This rabbit wanted to swim from Oki Island to Inaba, but it couldn't do it on its own.

So the rabbit came up with a plan and summoned the sharks from the vicinity.

Rabbit: Let's see if you sharks have more, or if we rabbits have more. You all line up in a row at sea all the way to the coast, and I'll walk past you one by one and count them, that way we'll know which group has more.

Rabbit: They really did line up so I could walk to the beach on foot.

Ye Jie Xuexin is the white rabbit of the Ye Jie family.

Fraud —

This is the power that Ye Jiexuexin possesses.

This is also the most essential aspect of magic.

Xuexin is a born magician.

The water blades surrounding Xue Xin began to go out of control, their originally sharp edge trembling in the void, as if twisted by some irresistible force.

The high-pressure water jets were guided and gradually turned back towards Wuzhiqi.

The water lily twisted and turned, transforming into a turbulent current that swept away at an astonishing speed.

Wuzhiqi's expression suddenly changed.

Her chains gleamed with golden light, attempting to resist the sudden backlash, but the water, like a leech, clung tightly to her body, constantly eroding her defenses.

"How interesting..."

...........

Outside the torii gate, Matouchi was preparing to cross the sea sphinx and step into the thick, dark clouds.

"Heh, in the end, I still couldn't force you to use your trump card beyond the mystery of Nightfall?"

The man leaned against the smooth, mirror-like boulder, a self-deprecating smile on his lips, but his gaze was sharp as he stared at Matouchi's receding figure.

"The Immortal Lord is only unable to exert his full power because his authority is suppressed by this place, while I have only taken advantage of the terrain. I have gained quite a bit of advantage in this battle."

Matouchi continued walking, his tone calm as still water, as if stating a fact without any ripples.

Upon hearing this, the man suddenly burst into laughter, his voice rough yet carrying a hint of nonchalance:

"A loss is a loss, and I'm not the kind of person who can't accept defeat. However..."

His gaze sharpened, and his tone shifted, "You must be very hungry now, right? This crippled body of mine, while unable to satisfy your appetite, can certainly serve as a decent appetizer. Do you want to let me go?"

Matouchi turned slightly to the side, his gaze sweeping indifferently over the figure beside the boulder. "Immortal Lord, what is the meaning of this? Having reached this point, you should understand what I am plotting. If I were to devour you here, wouldn't all my preparations have been in vain?"

Hai Chan laughed loudly, realizing the situation, and swung the spear in his hand:

"I'm just giving you a choice. Isn't your goal the God of Night Tribulation? You've already obtained a divine body, yet you can still suppress your primal hunger. You just want more."

He paused slightly, holding his spear horizontally in front of him, a sharp glint in his eyes:

"Going further ahead is unpredictable, and you might end up empty-handed. It would be better to end it here, devour me, and leave this chaotic place. Wouldn't that be the best of both worlds? Besides, I'm willing to erase the consciousness from this broken body myself to help you digest it better."

Matou Ike was indeed slightly tempted upon hearing this.

Although the mysterious scale contained in the immortal's remains before him could not compare to what he desired, it would still be very tempting if the Sea Toad Enlightened True Monarch were truly willing to scatter the consciousness within this body.

After all, gods aren't so easy to digest; just like Beelzebub's awareness still lingers in his soul, difficult to digest.

During his observations at Matou Pond, the God of Night Calamity was clearly in excellent condition.

This is a unique advantage that island nations possess.

Like Britain, it is one of the places on the planet's surface where mysteries are most likely to remain.

It's not that the mystery here is particularly strong, but rather that the mystery here makes it easier to escape the planet's decisions and to catch one's breath during natural disasters.

Just like when the white giant struck down the god 16000 years ago, unlike Eurasia, Japan, a place in a corner of the planet, is the easiest to overlook.

Therefore, content about deities is more likely to survive in this island nation.

There are even remnants of divine bodies.

Therefore, the gods of the Night Calamity family may simply be things that have always remained in the mortal world, unlike the gods of other kingdoms who have to rack their brains to squeeze into reality.

This is where things get tricky.

but......

Matou Ike raised her eyes, her gaze sweeping over the man, her expression as calm as a deep pool:

“I have read some biographies that say the True Lord was a person who was indifferent to fame and fortune, and who abandoned wealth and honor to cultivate the Great Dao. Why is he now serving as the God of Wealth?”

Upon hearing this, Hai Chanming grinned:

"Ha, you're indirectly asking me why I've gone to such lengths to help that guy inside, aren't you?"

His gaze sharpened slightly, then he slammed his spear to the ground with a dull thud, his smile remaining unchanged.

"It's just returning a favor. Let's talk about your situation first. What do you want to choose? You know, if the collusion involved really goes through, it will be difficult to clean up the mess later. I think you understand what I mean."

"Anyway, there's only a year and a half left. What the Immortal Lord doesn't want to fight for, I do want to fight for," Matouchi said calmly, but his steps didn't stop as he continued to walk into the torii gate.

"Is that so?" Hai Chanming watched his back, his smile fading, his gaze becoming deep, as if he were weighing something. But in the end, he just hummed softly, then tossed copper coins in his hand repeatedly, as if divining.

.........

Medea stood in the workshop, her gaze fixed on the Night Raiders.

Her face was expressionless, calm and profound.

Akiyoshi's body was constantly emitting distorted fluctuations, his figure sometimes blurry and sometimes solid, as if he was undergoing some kind of uncontrollable transformation.

The power of magic clashed violently within him, as if he were being pulled by countless threads. The source and target of the power were unclear, and it seemed as if the entire space was being torn apart by this power.

"Is it about to begin..." Medea murmured, her gaze still fixed on Akira.

Her fingers lightly traced the runes on the table, as if she were considering how to effectively intervene in them.

Thought for a while.

Medea waved her hand gently, and runes and spells intertwined in the air to form intricate patterns.

Her gaze became increasingly focused, as if she had merged with the space around her.