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Chapter 1676 Representative (this cat has officially started hibernating)

"————!"

The two of them had no idea what was going on.

They only remember seeing each other reaching out and holding the hilt of the sword, and then... they lost consciousness.

When they opened their eyes again, they found themselves lying on the cold ground, while Duanmu Huai still stood there, watching the two of them speechlessly.

"No, that's it? Is this all you have? I didn't even try hard? You fell down?"

"What...did you do?"

Zenyuan Zhenyi stood up while pressing his forehead, staring at Duanmu Huai with vigilance, while the latter shook his head speechlessly.

"I haven't done anything yet. Hey, I knew you were weak, but I didn't expect you to be so weak. I'm not even interested anymore."

As he spoke, Duanmuhuai reached into his arms, took out a business card and threw it over.

"You can call me if you need anything in the future. Don't do this little trick again. If you get caught by me next time, it won't be that simple."

Zenyuan Zhenyi subconsciously took the business card, raised his head and wanted to say something, but at this moment, Duanmu Huai had completely disappeared without a trace in front of them.

It really doesn't work.

Duanmuhuai looked very disappointed when he returned to the hotel.

I originally wanted to see what these so-called conjurers were capable of, but it turned out that they were just a group of psykers. Of course, as far as psykers are concerned, these people are Psychics at the LOTA level and need to be managed by the Tribunal and the Astronomical Hall. But in Duanmu Huai's view, they are basically a bunch of weak chickens.

Looking at it this way, the strongest in this so-called spellcaster organization should be ZETA level psykers... Well, they are of little use.

But since they are operating in this world, it would be good to make use of their system, just like Duanmu Huai cooperated with the Demon Slayer Squad in the previous era.

The premise is that this group of people know how to be obedient.

After that, the group of conjurers never came to cause trouble again, and Duanmu Huai successfully finished filming the remaining scenes and returned home. After all, he didn't have many scenes, so Duanmu Huai asked the director to finish filming his part first - well, as an investor, he still had this power.

Director Qing Shui also knew that Duanmu Huai was extremely lazy, so he simply followed his wishes and let him leave after filming Duanmu Huai's scenes.

Well, being able to end it before the New Year is a good thing for Duanmu Huai.

As for the life and death of others - let's not do Duanmu Huai's business.

And a week after Duanmuhuai returned to school, a strange call came to his mobile phone.

"Hey, hello, are you classmate Xiaoai?"

What came from the other side was the voice of a man who sounded quite frivolous and leisurely.

"I am Gojo Satoru from Tokyo Magic College. If you don't mind, could you come out and meet me?"

There's one in Tokyo too...although it's not surprising.

"No problem, just tell me a time."

Although Duanmu Huai feels that this organization of magicians is useless, but...it's still some time before the movie is released, so let's see what fun they can bring to him first.

Soon, on Saturday morning, Duanmu Huai arrived at the location of the so-called Tokyo Advanced College of Magic.

"This place is quite nice. It's surrounded by mountains and rivers, deep in the mountains and old forests. It's quite clean."

Standing at the gate and looking at the deep mountain scenery in front of him, Duanmu Huai couldn't help but sigh. Then, he turned his head and glanced at the man in front of him. The latter looks to be in his twenties, has white hair, and wears a black eye patch. He doesn't look very formal.

"Are you Gojo Satoru?"

"Yes, I am Gojo Satoru. Welcome to Tokyo Advanced College of Magic."

The man named Gojo Satoru made a welcoming gesture comically.

"Actually, I'm also a fan of your movies. If you don't mind, I wonder if I can ask you for your autograph later?"

"Of course it's no problem...but now what?"

"Anyway, let's go see the principal first."

"Meet the principal? I'm not here to go to school."

Duanmuhuai has no interest in transferring to another school.

"I know, but... the old man above seems to have some opinion on you. To put it simply, he wants us to serve as a sounding board for communication between the two parties."

"I see, it's a messenger game?"

It's not that Duanmuhuai couldn't understand Gojo Satoru's statement. To the world of conjurers, he just ran out suddenly. If he were an ordinary person, he might have been taken away by them for questioning. But due to Duanmu Huai's social status and reputation, he is not the kind of ordinary person who can disappear casually and no one cares about him, and the top leaders of the magician organization cannot really talk to him face to face.

After all, the two parties do not know each other. If the negotiation accidentally breaks down, with Duanmu Huai's strength and social status, it will only take a minute to bring the magician organization into chaos.

So the safest way is to pass the message through a third party.

In this way, even if there is any misunderstanding or conflict between them, the blame can only be placed on the person who passed the message.

To put it bluntly, they are being used to take the blame.

As the Tribunal, Duanmuhuai has seen too many similar things. After all, the Tribunal itself is such an organization. If other forces do not want to provoke the Tribunal, they will adopt this method to cooperate with the Tribunal. If the Tribunal is displeased at that time, they will sell the intermediary directly, saying that the other party deliberately misunderstood or foolishly misunderstood what they meant...

In that case, let me give them an interesting message.

Thinking of this, the corners of Duanmu Huai's mouth curled up slightly.

"No need to meet the principal."

Then, he stared at Gojo Satoru and spoke.

"The reason why I gave you my contact information is very simple. I heard that you magicians are destroying the cursed spirits, right?"

"That's right."

"Actually, I'm very free."

Then, Duanmuhuai changed the subject.

"After filming the movie, I didn't have much to do, so I wanted to find something to do. And killing those alien remnants is a good entertainment for me."

"...Entertainment...?"

"That's right."

Duanmuhuai stared at Gojo Satoru, as if he could see his eyes hidden in them through the dark blindfold.

"It's just like playing video games. Wouldn't it be very satisfying to defeat monsters? I mean, so I occasionally look around for them, but my efficiency is too inefficient. I heard it from the lady named Miwa before. , you magicians specialize in this, so you will definitely be able to bring me a lot of fun."

"You mean, you also want to be a conjurer?"

"No."

Duanmuhuai shook his head.

"I don't want to be governed by you. To put it simply, I'm like a mercenary... Do you understand?"

"clear."

"That's easy."

Duanmuhuai snapped his fingers.

"There's only one thing to do next."

"oh?"

"Call the most powerful people here and fight with me."

"…………"

"Stop pretending, I know this is your purpose." Duanmuhuai sneered and looked at Gojo Satoru in front of him.

"You want to know my strength, right, but even if I say it, I don't think you will believe it, so seeing is believing. As long as I have a fight with the strongest person in your magic world, then I think you should I understand the difference between them.”

"interesting."

Hearing Duanmu Huai's words, Gojo Satoru also showed a smile.

"In that case, let me have a fight with you."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course, because I am the strongest."

"Ohhh——"

Facing Gojo Satoru's confident answer, Duanmuhuai narrowed his eyes.

"Then I'll wait and see."

Please...you...collect_6_9_书_Bar (Six//Nine//Books//Bar)

Tokyo Advanced College of Magic looks like a school on the surface, but in fact it feels more like a temple. Duanmu Huai followed Gojo Satoru to the training ground in the back mountain, which occupies a large area and is quite flat. Obviously, this should be the place where magicians train and fight.

"Are you sure you can do it? Actually, I don't care. It's okay for a few people to go together."

"No, I'm enough on my own."

Gojo Satoru shook his head.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll kill you if I make a mistake?"

"Hahaha………"

Facing Duanmuhuai's curious inquiry, Gojo Satoru laughed, then stretched out his hand and opened it.

"Here, hold out your hand."

"???"

Although he didn't know what the other party wanted to do, Duanmuhuai still stretched out his hand curiously and faced Gojo Satoru's extended hand.

"Then what?"

"Hold my hand."

"I'm not an idol, and I don't sell handshake tickets."

As he spoke, Duanmuhuai moved his hand forward - and then his hand stopped a few centimeters in front of Gojo Satoru's palm.

"???"

Duanmuhuai curiously looked at the distance between his palms. He could feel that he had indeed touched something, but he didn't touch anything.

At this moment, Gojo Satoru also smiled and explained.

"You feel it, what you encounter is the infinity between you and me."

"unlimited?"

"Actually, it's not stopping, it's just that the closer you get to me, the slower it gets. Infinity itself is everywhere, and my spell just brings it into reality. Therefore, any attack will become slower and slower as long as it is close to me. Slower and then stagnant in infinity. To put it bluntly, I can hit you, but you can’t defeat me.”

"To be honest, I don't quite understand it. It feels a bit like the positive poles of magnets repel each other?"

Duanmuhuai frowned. He hated this kind of theoretical teaching, and what the other party said about infinity also gave Duanmuhuai a headache, as if he was subconsciously sleepy after hearing some calculus formula.

"By the way, can you just say it like this?"

Duanmu Huai asked doubtfully. In his opinion, it would be too stupid to explain his abilities one by one before starting a war, wouldn't it?

"Hahaha, so Xiao Ai, you are indeed not a magician."

When Gojo Satoru heard Duanmuhuai's inquiry, he laughed.

"What's the meaning?"

"This is actually a form of restraint."

"???I do not understand."

"The conjurer uses curses to curse others and himself."

Gojo Satoru pointed at Duanmuhuai and then at himself.

"And **** is one of them."

"Restraint?"

"Yes, as you said, wouldn't it be bad if I exposed my power to the enemy? But at the same time, it is also a constraint for me. By self-destructing my trump card, I can greatly improve my skills. style effect.”

"Uh... let me figure it out."

Duanmuhuai pressed his forehead with one hand and started thinking.

"In other words, by exposing your trump card, you gave yourself a layer of DEBUFF, and the effect of your spell will be enhanced as a result?"

"That's pretty much it."

"I still can't understand. In this case, can't you lie to induce the other party?"

"It is true that you can induce misunderstandings by being vague, but lying is meaningless because people cannot deceive themselves."

"So you magicians always explain your abilities when fighting?"

"If we can communicate."

"What a strange and troublesome habit."

Duanmuhuai sighed.

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to comment on what you sorcerers are doing. Anyway, I understand. You think I will never touch you, right?"

"Yes, that's it."

"That's easy. As long as I meet you, I win?"

"Yes."

"very good."

Duanmuhuai distanced himself and looked at Gojo Satoru again. Then he bent down and stretched out his hand to grasp the hilt of the sword.

"Are you ready?"

"certainly."

Gojo Satoru looked at Duanmu Huai with a smile on his face.

"It's time to start."

"Then I won't be polite."

"————!"

As Duanmuhuai's words fell, suddenly, fierce murderous intent fell from the sky, directly pressing on the entire training ground. And Gojo Satoru, who had a relaxed smile on his face just now, now no longer has the original leisurely look on his face, replaced by a dignified and serious face that he has never seen before!

Duanmu Huai grasped the handle of the knife tightly, and then drew the knife.

Almost at the same time, Gojo Satoru suddenly raised his hand.

"The field expands——!"

As if to split his words into two, a bright red sword light appeared out of thin air at this moment.