Zhao Manyan's Worries / Assassination-Rescued!

The people of the Egyptian island looked at the overwhelming shadow with fear. The surging energy threatened to collapse the entire arena. The array formations and restrictions in various places flickered, as if restraining a savage dragon.

Thump!

Finally, the towering black waterfall crashed down, its roar echoing throughout the heavens and earth. The central Nether Radiance of the Netherworld radiance was struck, and its entire body was unsurprisingly torn to pieces. This attack would severely injure even Minor Monarch, let alone Advancement Period commander.

Unfortunately, Lu Jun's Tide this time did not superimpose at least thirty-six black dragons, otherwise the Supernatural Power of the Northern Darkness Qi Sea would reappear, with a power a level deeper than that of the Treasure Hunt Competition.

With a whoosh, the endless curtain of water from the waterfall submerged the entire arena, plunging everything into darkness, with layers upon layers of water cascading down, obscuring everything from view.

Lu Jun stared at a pool of shimmering, dreamlike purple liquid in front of him, crystal clear and captivating, suspended in the void as if unaffected.

The next moment, with a thought, the crystalline purple holy water collapsed into countless strands that flowed into the White Tiger Pendant on his chest, condensing into a purple water sphere floating above the Bloody Great Marsh.

Pharaoh's Spring obtained!

Meanwhile, the entire Egypt Team was knocked unconscious by the aftershocks of the Cataclysmic Water Roar, completely unaware that their nation's most prized possession had been stolen.

Fortunately, the tournament's Super Rank mage appeared in time and rescued them; otherwise, they might have died from that attack.

When the commotion of the flood subsided, the audience focused on the few people still standing on the ravaged island. They knew that the champion of this competition had been born!

Chapter 415 Zhao Manyan's Thoughts

"China wins!"

"China Team, in first place!"

As the referee solemnly announced the victory, the cannons that Venice had prepared beforehand shot into the sky, bursting into a dazzling display of fireworks and booming sounds, announcing the birth of the champion.

Multicolored light shone on the faces of every member of the China Team, while golden fragments fell from the sky like a golden rain, dazzling and dreamlike.

The field had long since become a large lake, with the broken islands split into huge rocks floating on the surface.

Lu Jun and his companions stood scattered on various boulders, all overjoyed.

The world was soaked, and all the spectators were drenched as well, but they didn't care. They all stood up, cheered, and applauded, getting caught up in the revelry.

In the locker room, the other teammates from the China Team who hadn't played, such as Jiang Yu, Jiang Shaoxu, and Guan Yu, finally came to their senses and muttered to themselves, "Am I dreaming?"

The next moment, they shouted and rushed off the field to celebrate wildly.

Nationalist government mentor Feng Li was extremely excited, while Shao Zheng in the VIP room of China was filled with satisfaction. If the China Team won first place, then the country could also get the largest slice of the pie in the international distribution of interests.

In the live broadcast room, the commentator roared in a hoarse voice, "Lu Jun unleashed his signature Tide Wave, ending the Egypt Team's undead reign! We are the champions!"

Countless comments flooded in like snowflakes.

"Awesome! I really didn't expect the China Team to win the championship this year?!"

"Yes, and they won the championship with a perfect record. From the National Government training to the knockout stage, the Treasure Hunt Competition, and the final battle, they didn't lose a single match. The prestige of their achievement is off the charts."

"Going from being eliminated in the first round of the top 32 to becoming the champion, am I dreaming? There are basic principles to progress too."

"Hahaha, Lu Jun... oh no, I mean Councilor Lu, you've obtained permanent immunity from online attacks through me."

"Forget it, Lu Jun is clearly no longer on the same level as the younger generation. This is probably his last public appearance in the National Government."

Meanwhile, in Jiuzhou, Dean Xiao, Tang Yue, Ding Yumian, and Qing Yu silently sent their blessings.

Feng Zhoulong from the Demon Capital was beaming with excitement. Lu Jun was dominating the field with his Northern Darkness Heavy Water technique, and he was undoubtedly the happiest person there, as he was the one who had created this Innate Devouring Seed.

That night, Venice became a city that never sleeps, with the entire National Team reveling and the general public taking advantage of the great occasion to celebrate.

Only when the Egypt Team members awoke did they discover that the Pharaoh's Spring was gone, and they immediately vomited blood and fainted again.

They didn't know who had stolen the treasure, and could only pinpoint the China Team and others. But without evidence, they had no way to get it back, so they could only accept their bad luck. They were not happy at all about getting second place.

The China Team's celebration lasted for three days.

In the morning, Lu Jun noticed Zhao Manyan's sullen expression and raised an eyebrow, asking, "What's wrong? You're not happy even after winning the championship."

Old Zhao hesitated for a moment, then sighed, "About my dad, he's getting old and has a lot of health problems. I thought that if we won the championship this time, it would make him very proud."

"Who knew I would receive news that he was critically ill."

Upon hearing this, Lu Jun's mind cleared instantly, and he knew what was going on. Old Zhao's father was critically ill, and his brother Zhao Yougan was taking advantage of the situation to launch a power grab. Right at this critical juncture, he sent assassins to kill him.

Fortunately, Old Zhao possessed the Baxia totem artifact, which allowed the Supreme Monarch tortoise to follow him all the way to Venice and save him in time; otherwise, he would have been doomed long ago.

Lu Jun glanced at it and replied, "Have you asked a specialist from Parthenon to take a look? Perhaps they can save him?"

"Alas!" Zhao Manyan sighed, "Do you think my father, with his status and wealth, wouldn't have consulted someone? Even a sage diagnosed him as beyond saving, saying his lifespan had run out and all his organs and cells were failing."

"Magic isn't omnipotent; otherwise, why would those Healer Mage only live to be a hundred years old before dying, a situation that even Resurrection Technique couldn't save them from?"

Lu Jun comforted him, saying, "Please accept my condolences."

Old Zhao shook his head, said nothing more, and walked out alone, saying, "I want to be alone."

At this moment, Lu Jun looked at Zhao Manyan figure, pondered for a while, and then summoned the Night Thunder Dream Beast. The Dark Domain enveloped him, and he quietly followed.

He wanted to rescue Zhao Manyan and push him to become the head of the Zhao Corporation.

"Alas, this is too hasty. I fear it will cause great turmoil within the Zhao Clan, including Zhao Jing, Zhao Yougan. I will have to face the pressure head-on."

However, Lu Jun hesitated. Helping Zhao Manyan had many advantages, but also many disadvantages.

Firstly, as Zhao Manyan himself knew, after his father's death, only his brother was able to take charge of the overall situation.

Because Zhao Yougan the business, many allies only recognize Zhao Yougan. Unfortunately, Zhao Manyan awakened too late, and his position as the top leader of the National Government is probably not stable enough for him to hold the position of leader.

Secondly, Zhao Manyan's lack of further experience, it remains to be seen whether he can continue to succeed.

Lu Jun shook his head. It was too difficult. Actually, following Zhao Manyan's father's arrangement would have been the best. Zhao Yougan in charge of business operations, while Zhao Manyan would focus on cultivation and strength. Once he reached the level of the forbidden spell, handing over the reins would be a natural progression.

Furthermore, it can compensate for a major deficiency of the Zhao Clan—the lack of a forbidden spell to support them.

"Let's take it one step at a time. Every cloud has a silver lining. The trials Zhao Manyan has endured to defeat his brother and support the vast Zhao Corporation may not be any less than those he faced while working for Mo Fan. As for Zhao Jing..."

He pondered. Zhao Jing was a member of the Zhao Corporation, a member of the clan who had been deeply involved in the field of magic, and one of the most prominent forbidden spell seeds. His cultivation was at the Super Rank, and he was also quite young, around thirty or forty years old.

Calling him a seed of human leadership wouldn't be an exaggeration; he's far superior to any so-called "number one in the Nationalist government."

Lu Jun can no longer stage an accident to extort money; he's several generations too old.

Fortunately, Zhao Manyan's father had just fallen seriously ill, and the successor was still undecided.

Once Zhao Manyan captures Zhao Yougan with lightning speed, exposes his crimes, and then his father endorses him and takes over the leadership position, even if Zhao Jing is dissatisfied, he will be unable to take action in a short time.

Lu Jun's gaze was deep. "Zhao Jing is ultimately a hidden danger. It was this man who instigated Zhao Yougan to carry out the assassination and power grab, and he himself acted recklessly."

However, a smile appeared on his lips. With such a formidable enemy eyeing him, Zhao Manyan sitting on pins and needles in his position of leadership. He should focus on his cultivation.

If this unleashes unprecedented potential, coupled with the Zhao Clan's resources, the growth rate could be even faster.

After weighing the pros and cons, Lu Jun looked at Zhao Manyan walking along the quiet seaside path ahead. Putting aside the considerations of self-interest, since the other party had stood up for him in dealing with the Lu Family, he was equally willing to repay the favor.

At this moment, Zhao Manyan deep in thought.

He knew his elder brother was the type who would stop at nothing to achieve his goals. With the Zhao Clan in turmoil, he feared that a thought he dared not even contemplate might become reality.

"I hope not."

Chapter 416 Assassination, Saved!

Willis coastline.

As Zhao Manyan was walking down the street, a couple approached him. The man was in his thirties or forties with a scar on his face, while the woman was around thirty and of average appearance.

Seeing this, Zhao Manyan paid no attention, lost in thought.

Unexpectedly, as the scarred man approached, he suddenly grinned maliciously, reached into Zhao Manyan's abdomen, and with a hissing sound from his sleeve, an eight-clawed venomous snake suddenly sprang out and bit Zhao's arm hard.

"Ah! "Zhao Manyan screamed in agony. He was completely bewildered. He had always been a playboy and hadn't offended anyone. Who would send an assassin to kill him?

Who are you?!

In a life-or-death crisis, Zhao Manyan roared angrily, and with a thought, he controlled the star, intending to unleash the mid-level Light Element Intermediate Magic [Light Blessing - Protection].

As a result, he felt a sharp pain in his head, the connection between the Star Track broke, and his whole body felt numb. He knew something was wrong; the poison had spread rapidly, and he was in complete mental confusion.

The other female assassin remained silent, acting in unison. With a poisoned needle in her right hand, she plunged it viciously into Zhao Manyan's neck.

The two assassins worked together seamlessly and were both very quiet.

Buzz buzz buzz!

Zhao Manyan terrified, almost thinking he was going to die. Fortunately, a necklace around his neck shimmered with golden light, creating a golden shield that firmly blocked the poison needles.

Scarface raised an eyebrow and said, "As expected, worthy of being a direct descendant of the Zhao Clan family, their wealth is indeed substantial."

The female assassin remained unperturbed, casually smiling as she said, "Your life-saving Magic Tool can only hold you off for two or three minutes at most; you'll still die."

At this moment, Zhao Manyan looked desperate. The poison in his body was spreading, and even if the two stopped attacking, he would be poisoned to death. In this remote place, no one could save him in time.

He knew he was going to die soon, but he was extremely unwilling to accept it and couldn't believe it!

His breathing became rough, his face turned a dark green from the poison, and he roared with his last strength, "Zhao Yougan, I know it's you! Get out here! It must be you! It must be you!!"

Silence reigned all around; no one answered.

Zhao Manyan continued to roar, "Zhao Yougan! You have the guts to kill me, but not the guts to see me one last time!"

His consciousness was gradually fading, and his vision was becoming dizzy.

Finally, a man emerged from behind an ancient tree not far away. His face bore a resemblance to Zhao Manyan, only more mature.

Zhao Yougan said coldly, "Then I'll see you off!"

Upon seeing this person, Zhao Manyan's heart sank; it really was him!

Zhao Manyan preferred to believe that his dissolute behavior had offended some powerful figure rather than believe that his own brother, Zhao Yougan to kill him.

Not long ago, he had his doubts, but considering their blood ties and shared mother, he abandoned the terrible idea and didn't tell Lu Jun. He never expected this...

He said in a hoarse voice, "Why?!"

Lu Jun, who was standing next to him, was too lazy to listen anymore. It was nothing more than the father's emphasis on the youngest son and neglect of the eldest son. In fact, it wasn't so much that he neglected the eldest son, but that he simply viewed the two of them differently.

This, however, aroused Zhao Yougan's jealousy.

Lu Jun wouldn't criticize him; it was just a personal choice. But as the saying goes, the victor is king, the loser is villain. Since he chose to kill his own blood relatives and use violence to seize power, he shouldn't Zhao Manyan for having his help.

At this moment, Zhao Yougan's face was contorted with rage, while the two assassins, male and female, appeared confident of victory.

Pfft!

Suddenly, a sound of flesh being pierced rang out. The female assassin looked shocked, coughed, and looked down at the horrific blood hole that had appeared in her chest. Blood splattered everywhere, the edges were charred black, and dark power was swirling around it, corroding her.

A deafening roar followed, followed by a thunderous explosion, and the area was flashed with blinding lightning.

That Night Thunder Dream Beast moved, opening its mouth to spew out annihilating lightning. The violent black and yellow lightning bolt pierced through the female assassin's body and continued to pound the ground, causing a continuous tremor.

It carved a deep, scorched ravine into the hard road.

In an instant, Zhao Yougan chill run down his spine, and the scarred-faced assassin, Becken, felt a cold shiver rise in his heart.

Behind the male assassin, two monstrous figures suddenly appeared, scattering silver dust as they each wielded large clubs and sickles to encircle him. Above, Lu Jun's figure floated gracefully, holding the Tai'a Divine Sword, pointing directly at the back of Scarface's head.

The assassin was instantly plunged into a desperate situation. He roared and was about to self-destruct, releasing endless poison gas and turning half of Venice into a no-man's-land of poisonous fog for a hundred years.

At this moment, Lu Jun's eyes turned a yellowish hue, and from his body as the center, layers of dark silver ripples spread out, freezing the Time Domain, including the actions of the scarred man.

Puff!

Lu Jun descended from the sky like a sword immortal coming from the west. With a slight flick of the tip of his black-gold Tai'a Sword, it slid smoothly into the scarred man's skull, as easily as cutting a piece of tofu, with only a slight crisp sound.

The next second, he landed smoothly, calmly shaking off the blood from the Tai'a Sword. The male assassin behind him, whose head had been split open, gradually dimmed his eyes, and his corpse fell limply to the ground.

Buzz buzz buzz!

As time resumed its flow, Zhao Yougan was momentarily disoriented. When he could see clearly, his pupils contracted sharply, and an uncontrollable panic rose in his heart.

He saw the corpses of Lu Jun, who had appeared out of thin air, and the two assassins he had hired.

Lu Jun ignored him, turned to look at the ecstatic Zhao Manyan, and said with a smile, "I'm not late, am I?"

Zhao Manyan could hardly describe his current feelings. His heart felt like it was about to jump out of his chest. His eyes were fixed on Lu Jun, his head was congested with blood, and with the effects of the toxins, he felt like he was about to faint.

Now Zhao Manyan finally understands what it's like for those brainless fangirls to faint when they see their idols.