Volume 2: Shenzhou Academy & The Battle of Venice
The sea breeze from the Gulf of Venice swept across the fluttering rune-inscribed flags, carrying the sharp, briny scent of the Adriatic Sea mingled with the suffocating, boiling stench of surging magic energy.
The Venice Ocean Colosseum—one of the world’s greatest magical wonders—currently resembled a colossal cauldron vibrating violently under the pressure of more than one hundred thousand spectators. Built directly upon the flooded sea surface, the center of the arena was a complex of floating granite platforms made of black basalt, bobbing rhythmically with each rolling wave. Four hundred-meter-tall sapphire magic pillars shot semi-transparent barrier streams straight into the sky, simultaneously blocking violent tsunami impacts and protecting the stands from destructive magic spells raining down in all directions.
In the western stands, flags embroidered with the golden lion insignia of the Western superpower fluttered across the horizon. The sound of brass horns, battle drums, and fanatical roars continuously cascaded downward:
“Western Empire will crush them! Smash those Eastern insects into dust!”
“Show them the true magnitude of imperial magic!”
“A one-v-five? Has that kid from Divine Continent lost his mind?!”
Jeering laughter and sarcastic whistles intertwined to form a deafening wall of sound. The entire western audience seemed to be preparing themselves for an entertaining massacre. Because on the central floating platform right now, stepping up alone was a single, solitary figure: Lin Feng.