Marvel's Master of Heavenly Magic

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"Feng Baobao, Liu Fang, Guan Ling'er, Zhang Cai."

The venue where George's main body was located was the "Jia · Sika Deer" arena. One of the participants was none other than Feng Baobao from the Everywhere Bureau, which piqued George's interest.

He was curious to see if this seemingly clueless girl had any other noteworthy abilities aside from her immense energy.

"They got grouped together? That's unexpected. Baobao might be in trouble this time."

In the front row of the arena, not far from them, stood Zhang Chulan and Feng Xingtong, who were also spectating.

Feng Xingtong seemed well-informed about all the participants. At a glance, he identified the other three competitors.

"You seem to know a lot about the contestants. What's special about those three?"

George turned to Feng Xingtong, bringing Huang Ming along with him.

Although Huang Ming was a domestic gifted individual, he had spent most of his life in the Taoist temple and wasn't particularly knowledgeable about others in the broader community.

Now that there was a walking encyclopedia in front of them, George wasn't about to pass up the chance to use him.

"Are those three very strong?"

Zhang Chulan also looked worried.

"That's Daoist Huang from Baiyun Temple and Mr. Jin, right? Those three are known as the 'Tianjin Trio from Little Peach Garden.' They're not exactly top-tier, but they are a unit."

"They grew up together, joined the same sect, and were later expelled together. Not major villains—just prone to mischief and troublemaking."

"Didn't expect all three to draw the same group. The thing is, their combined technique is actually pretty decent."

Feng Xingtong casually called out Huang Ming and George by name and gave a quick rundown of the "Little Peach Garden Trio" from Tianjin.

The Tianxia Association had just recently joined the ranks of the Ten Elders and hadn't fully stabilized yet. Feng was attending the Luo Tian Dajiao under his father's instructions—to build good relationships wherever possible.

If he could recruit some promising rogue cultivators into Tianxia, that would be ideal.

So, he had been closely monitoring and gathering intel on every participant.

Huang Ming was well-known as a disciple of Baiyun Temple.

This Jin Baobao seemed to be a rogue cultivator, but since he came along with Huang Ming to the Luo Tian Dajiao, he had to be somewhat capable.

If his strength checked out, recruiting him into Tianxia might be worth considering.

"Looks like he's got some skills after all."

Seeing how Feng Xingtong called him by name on their first meeting and was so well-informed about the contestants, George was confident he had found the right commentator.

"This is fate! Pure fate!"

"We didn't cheat or anything—nothing we can do about it."

"Hahaha! I wanna see which poor soul gets stuck fighting us!"

The trio from Tianjin, down in the arena, were visibly proud and smug.

The Taoist from Longhu Mountain, serving as the referee, shook his head upon seeing all four contestants present, then loudly announced the rules.

"Anyone who loses consciousness or voluntarily concedes is eliminated. Those who cause fatal injuries will also be disqualified and severely punished. The one who eliminates the other three wins. The match begins!"

"It's about to start."

George looked intrigued—until just a few moments later, his expression froze, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Because the moment the trio saw Feng Baobao's face, they turned pale and surrendered immediately, bowing and nodding with fearful respect. The match didn't even happen.

It was clear they knew Feng Baobao—and had likely been beaten up by her quite badly in the past.

Still, even if George's main body didn't gain much from this match, his psychic projections at the other three arenas proved fruitful.

First up was the arena where Zhang Lingyu, the youngest disciple of the old Heavenly Master, was competing.

His three opponents were: a Shaolin monk, a disciple from the Arts Sect, and a rogue cultivator.

The Shaolin monk used the Golden Bell Shield, the Arts Sect disciple employed Five Elements Dao techniques, and the rogue cultivator had an innate ability to launch ice spikes.

Zhang Lingyu, meanwhile, used Longhu Mountain's signature—Golden Light Mantra.

George had no interest in the ice spikes. He already knew the Five Elements techniques, and while he was somewhat curious about the Golden Bell Shield—which enhances physical defense—that curiosity quickly shifted to the Golden Light Mantra.

Both were defensive, but the Golden Light Mantra clearly outclassed the Golden Bell Shield.

The Golden Bell Shield created a layer of energy on the skin's surface.

The Golden Light Mantra, however, felt fundamentally different. It seemed to transform the body's energy, giving it properties akin to holy light or divine magic—capable of dispelling darkness.

In Daoist terms, it was used to exorcise evil.

It also appeared to form a deeper bond with the physical body than the Golden Bell Shield—more profound and complex.

The Golden Bell Shield was merely a technique, while the Golden Light Mantra seemed to border on Dao itself—operating on a whole different level.

No wonder it was considered the foundational technique of Longhu Mountain—it truly had substance.

After witnessing Zhang Lingyu's match, George mentally added Longhu Mountain's arts to his list of must-acquire techniques. How he'd acquire them… he'd figure that out later.

The third arena featured Feng Xingtong's sister, Feng Shayen. She possessed innate spatial abilities and achieved a one-sided victory. However, there were no techniques worth learning from her match.

The final arena was "Jia · Koi Fish." There wasn't much to see here either. The winner was a girl named Bai Shixue with the innate ability to absorb others' energy.

The other three participants were so weak that their energy was drained right at the start, and they surrendered from exhaustion.

Since Luo Tian Dajiao was open to all gifted individuals under thirty, it was inevitable that many were just there for the experience—so this kind of outcome wasn't unusual.

In truth, most contestants were just weaklings, aside from a few exceptions.

After "Jia" arena came "Yi" arena, and it was here that George found some techniques worth noting.

One contestant, named Xiao Xiao, was dressed like a crosstalk performer from the Deyun Club.

He practiced a technique called "Nasal Qi Art," which manipulated innate qi in the body and expelled it with a special "Hum-Ha" chant—powerful enough to blast an opponent's soul from their body.

It was said to be passed down from the ancient Hum-Ha Divine Generals.

George could also extract souls, but only from enemies who had already been subdued—so he could seal them afterward.

Another contestant, Jia Zhengliang, came from Jia Family Village in the West and specialized in object control. He could telekinetically control twelve flying daggers to attack his opponents.

As for George, if he used his powers, twelve thousand flying daggers wouldn't be an issue, let alone twelve.

But the key difference lay in the source of their control.

Jia Zhengliang used qi—internal energy—to control his daggers.

George used magnetism through his innate powers. The principles were completely different.

He considered that if he could master the Jia family's object-control technique, he could enhance it by combining it with his own immense magical reserves and magnetic force.

The result would be devastating—physical attacks of overwhelming power, especially in his Dragon Transformation state.

This line of thinking reminded him of the Black Dragon from the Fairy Tail world.

The dragon's greatest strength was its immunity to all forms of magic and energy-based attacks. No matter how powerful his super magic was, it wouldn't work on the Black Dragon.

The only way to defeat it was with physical damage—either through close combat or controlling metal for physical strikes.

Mastering object-control techniques and combining them with magnetism might just give him a chance to break the Black Dragon's defense—and bring it down.

(End of Chapter)