Throne of Gods: Divine thunder descends, and the Qilin descends upon the world!

Chapter 9 Mage? Warrior?
When the two stood in the center of the ring.

When the girl, number sixty-five, saw Yuehui's face clearly, she couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

In the morning light, the boy's purple hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and his handsome features seemed to make everything around him pale in comparison.

(He's so handsome.) The girl's cheeks flushed. (I wonder if he has a girlfriend.)

"Mage Number One," she mustered her courage, her voice barely a whisper, "can we go on a date after the competition?"

Moonlight: ?
Why is this script so different from what I imagined?
Shouldn't you be telling yourself to go easy on them?

After a moment of silence: "If you can beat me, I might consider it."

"I will definitely try my best!" The girl instantly perked up, gripped her staff tightly with both hands, and her eyes blazed with fighting spirit.

Meanwhile, the other players in the stands were also whispering among themselves.

"Is this a competition or a blind date?!"

"Wake up, girl! You can't beat him!"

"You're all missing the point. Didn't you notice that Mage Number One is wearing a purple robe? What kind of magic robe is that?"

...

The referee, unable to bear the strange atmosphere any longer, coughed loudly and announced, "The match begins!"

The mage girl, number sixty-five, immediately composed herself, and the staff inlaid with blue gems in her hand gleamed coldly: "Ice Cone!"

A sharp ice spike, the size of a palm, condensed at the tip of the staff and then shot out toward the moonlight.

However, there was no magical fluctuation on Moonbeam's body. He simply drew Thunder Sword slowly and steadily and brought it down on the ice spike.

Click~
The palm-sized ice spike split in two and fell towards the arena behind Moonshine.

"This, how is this possible!" The girl's pupils shrank, and she exclaimed involuntarily.

This was the first time she had ever seen someone split magic without even needing to release their spiritual power!

"Ice, ice picks..."

Just as the mage girl number sixty-five was about to cast her Ice Spike spell, she suddenly realized that Moonlight's figure had disappeared from her sight.

"you lose."

A warm breath suddenly brushed past her ear, and the girl froze.

A long sword, still sheathed, was already gently placed against her neck, and Yuehui's figure appeared behind her like a ghost.

The entire stands erupted in cheers and exclamations.

"Am I seeing things? Just a flash of purple light and the match is over?"

"Is that a mage? Or a spy sent by the Warrior's Temple?!"

On the platform, the group of old magicians looked at each other in bewilderment.

A seventh-tier archmage couldn't help but ask, "Elder Lin, is this...is this reasonable?"

Lin Chen sighed and rubbed his forehead: "That girl is too weak, she can't force Xiao Hui to show his true abilities."

The other mages exchanged glances, all seeing shock and confusion in each other's eyes.

Swords cut through magic, running at lightning speed—is this a mage?

Is he really not a warrior?

"That old bastard Li Zhengzhi," Lin Chen muttered to himself, "how exactly did he cultivate such a monster?"

Meanwhile, on the arena, Yuehui gracefully bowed to the audience, her purple robes fluttering in the wind, showing no trace of the inhuman explosive power she had just displayed.

"Mage Number One." Girl Number Sixty-Five, her eyes slightly red, still pressed on, "Really... can't you consider going on a date with me?"

Yuehui paused, then replied gently but firmly, "I'm sorry, you're a good person." With that, she quickly left the arena.

Only then did he realize that he had severely underestimated the problems caused by his appearance.

More than half of the female mages in the stands were pointing and whispering about him; their burning gazes were even more unsettling than lightning magic. (It's safer to hurry back to the hotel and study fifth-tier magic.)

Moonlight secretly pondered the inspiration for constructing the new magic, and her pace unconsciously quickened.

As soon as I stepped off the field, a familiar purple figure came into view.

"Is the game over?" Her voice carried a hint of regret.

Yuehui was slightly taken aback: "Hmm, I'm Cai'er from the second round. What are you doing here?"

The girl was silent for a moment, then gently shook her head, and then stretched out her fair little hand: "Could you take me back again?"

Looking at that slender hand, Yuehui's heart skipped a beat.

The silky touch of yesterday seemed to still linger on his fingertips, causing him to unconsciously hold his breath.

"my pleasure!"

He carefully stepped forward and gently took Cai'er's hand into his palm, his movements as gentle as if he were handling a fragile treasure.

Shortly after they left, girl number 65, who had been friend-zoned, followed them to the door, looking dejected.

When she saw the perfect couple in the distance, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning—

"So that's how it is," the girl murmured to herself, feeling something inside her shatter into pieces. "No wonder he rejected me so decisively, he's already taken..."

A gentle breeze blew by, and Cai'er's lips, hidden beneath her veil, curled up slightly, her delicate ear tips twitching almost imperceptibly.

Her slender fingers unconsciously tightened, pressing even closer to Yuehui's hand.

……

In the following matches, Yuehui's performance became increasingly astonishing.

He never used any magic, not even the most basic spiritual energy fluctuations. He easily crushed all his opponents with pure physical strength, securing a spot in the preliminary round with a perfect record.

The audience's reaction was polarized:
The female mages' eyes sparkled:

"Lord Moonbeam is so elegant even when winning matches!"

"That movement was practically like dancing!"

The male mages, however, were indignant:
"This is definitely a spy sent by the Temple of Warriors!"

"I bet he can't even cast a fireball!"

Yuehui paid no attention to these discussions.

After each match, he would leave the field immediately without fail, heading straight for the Assassin's Quarter—sometimes even running into Cai'er, who had also finished her match early, on the way.

The two seemed to be engaged in an unspoken competition:

Who will finish the game first today?

Who can get to the other's zone faster?
The rhythm of the bamboo cane tapping the ground and the light footsteps became the most moving melody in this silent contest.

……

Another day, I escorted Cai'er back to the hotel in front of the Assassin's Quarter.

Yuehui returned to her residence with satisfaction.

As soon as Yuehui pushed open the hotel room door, warm lights poured out.

To his surprise, he found Li Zhengzhi sitting in a wicker chair by the window, holding a cup of steaming tea, the aroma of which filled the room.

"Grandpa?" Yuehui closed the door behind him, her eyes full of doubt. "Isn't the lottery ceremony for the Six Great Temples supposed to be in three days? Why did you come early?"

"Hahaha!" Li Zhengzhi's hearty laughter made the water in his teacup ripple. He put down his teacup with a radiant face. "Xiao Hui, Grandpa has brought you some incredibly good news!"

A sudden jolt went through Yuehui's heart as an absurd thought popped into her head uncontrollably.

(Could it be that Grandpa went to the Assassin's Temple to propose marriage?)
He coughed lightly to cover his embarrassment, then walked calmly to Li Zhengzhi's side: "What good news has made Grandpa so happy?"

(End of this chapter)