Travels to the Holy Light Continent

At this time, Murakami Dalang on the field kept swinging at the wooden stake, and wood chips flew all over the field.

"Third brother, what is this?" asked the mother.

"Mother, this is a new magic I developed called Illusion Array."

The illusion array is my product of combining Eastern cultivation and magic. This magic is harmless, but it can disturb people's nerves and make them fall into it.

Murakami Taro on the field was chopping hard, but after chopping down all the wooden stakes, Murakami Taro seemed to suddenly encounter something incredible, and he chopped around with the giant sword directly into the air.

"Hey! What happened to Murakami Dalang? And Xuanyuan Jingcheng is sitting there alone watching the show. I don't understand!"

"Yeah, you see Murakami Dalang seems to have encountered something terrible. Look, he even lost his sword."

"Hey! He's actually squatting on the ground shivering alone."

The spectators around were whispering when they saw Murakami Dalang's actions on the field. My cousin on the field was watching Murakami Dalang's performance and covered his mouth with his hands and laughed. When he saw me, he even made a victory sign.

"Oh! Lord Murakami, do you think your Dalang has gone insane? I think you should admit defeat and take him to see Archbishop Murakami for treatment!" I pretended to be surprised.

"Yes! Yes! Children are important, winning or losing doesn't matter!" the mother added with a smile.

Murakami Motoyasu was so angry that he clenched his hands tightly. He tried to wake up Murakami Dalang and said, "Dalang, what are you doing! Wake up quickly!"

The noise outside the venue seemed like a curse that made Murakami Taro even more frightened.

"Ah! Don't come over here! Go away! Go away! Mom! I want my mom!" Murakami Dalang said nonsense.

My cousin pointed at Murakami Taro in the corner and said, "Referee, is it time to announce the verdict?"

The referee had no choice but to announce, "I declare Xuanyuan Jingcheng the winner!"

Murakami Motoyasu had no choice but to send someone to send Murakami Taro to Archbishop Murakami. He stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, I think it is unfair. Today's failure is because Taro is unwell. I want to compete again!"

"Your Majesty, Murakami Taro is not feeling unwell at all, but is instead hit by the magic array I newly researched!" I said.

"Oh? Then explain it to us, little one!"

"Yes, Your Majesty. People who are trapped in an illusion will have terrifying things appear in their minds. Only by using magic to dispel the illusion can they wake up!"

"Interesting. I would like to ask, can this thing be used on the battlefield?" His Majesty asked.

"I'm afraid not. This is a spell that only targets individuals and is only effective for a short time. Most importantly, any low-level magician can remove it."

"Is that so? All right!"

"But this is a typical case of unfair victory!" Murakami Motoyasu argued.

This old fox is here again, his face is thicker than a city wall. I said, "Murakami-sama, how can I win against you? You used the tenth-level light magic, Praise of Light!"

"That's right. Not to mention that he cheated, his level 10 light spell is unbreakable even for a great mage like me!" the mother said angrily.

"Okay, okay, you have to admit your loss. It's just a small amount of money. I didn't say anything even though I lost a thousand gold coins!" said His Majesty.

"But... it's Your Majesty!"

Seeing Murakami Motoyasu admit defeat, I waved to my cousin and said, "Cousin! Let's go home and have dinner!"