250: Chapter 247 The Rock Giants Retreat, the World's Focus Turns to the East Coast

The dust shrouding the mountains drifted down, the dust clouds gradually dissipating, and the lush green forest turned into a desert.

This scene, which could be called a miracle, was revealed to the audience in front of their televisions through helicopter filming.

As the yellow sand filling the sky completely settled and everyone's vision cleared, they saw the Mountain Rock Giant with only its upper body exposed above the sand.

Directly opposite it, Dumbledore floated in mid-air, waving his teaching rod staff with a cold expression: "Falling Rocks!"

The sky suddenly darkened, everyone's faces covered in shadow as a colossal boulder that blotted out the sun fell from the heavens.

“Is the Headmaster going to win?” Lyon asked excitedly.

“In a battle between magicians, the outcome cannot be determined until the very last moment. Teacher taught us that,” Misha said seriously.

The giant boulder, appearing like the moon crashing to earth, fell toward the Mountain Rock Giant as it crawled out of the sand with an aura that seemed ready to destroy the world.

The three of them followed with tense gazes, but Xu, who was floating behind them, suddenly blocked their front.

Before they could be confused, the crashing boulder collided with a fist punching toward the sky.

Dust filled the air again, swallowing the Mountain Rock Giant and Dumbledore. Xu's eyes narrowed, and with a light flick of his sword fingers, a vast sword qi shattered the flying debris into powder.

“The old fellow hasn't been standing still these years either. Leaving first, I'll be back soon.”

Sauron's flippant tone came from the spreading dust cloud, followed by the silhouette of the Mountain Rock Giant emerging from the smoke. It squatted deep and leaped, tracing an arc in mid-air before crashing into the sea, kicking up towering waves.

“If you return again, I cannot let you stay.” Xu raised his hand, releasing a half-moon sword qi that shattered the crashing waves hitting the coast.

“Does this count as a win?” Behind him, Lyon leaned over and whispered to Misha.

“Probably, the big guy ran away.”

“Great!” Toby pumped his fist in excitement and said to Xu, “Mr. Xu, please send us back to the ground. We need to go find the Headmaster.”

“Xu suggests you all wait a moment.”

“?” Lyon and Toby looked at each other in confusion.

What does that mean?

The calamity has already fled, and there are no enemies at the scene, so what are we waiting for?

Misha seemed to have noticed something, grabbing the hems of their shirts with each hand: “Quiet.”

“What's wrong?”

“I think... you'll find out in a bit.”

The two of them rubbed their heads in confusion. Seeing Misha keep her mouth shut and not daring to ask Xu further, they could only fall silent.

At this time, the helicopters that had just been forced aside regained their freedom. Naturally, they would not leave; they circled around Kunpeng at a great distance, taking all-around close-up shots.

Before long, they discovered five people standing on Kunpeng's back.

There were five young faces, three men and two women, one in front and four behind, with upright statures.

The hosts of various television stations speculated on the origins of the five.

Judging by the modern clothing they wore, they were likely not "ancients." All five held sheathed longswords, basically confirming they were supernaturals.

Connecting this to the recent "Heart Inquiry" incident that had caused a stir in China, the answer was obvious—new students of the Mountain Gate.

The hosts didn't seem to have the concept of "handyman disciples," so they applied the equivalent term "new students" to help the audience understand the five's identities.

Toby and the other two were attracted by the movement of the helicopters, looking up at the vast fish belly floating motionlessly overhead.

“God, I feel like it's no smaller than the Mountain Rock Giant,” Lyon exclaimed in awe.

“And it's no weaker than the Mountain Rock Giant either,” Toby added immediately, then continued, “A few days ago, China released a video showing a scene where that fish up there fought the Mountain Rock Giant.”

“And the outcome?” Misha asked, tilting her head.

“They fought for a while without a clear winner, until Mr. Xu used his sword to drive the Mountain Rock Giant away.”

Just as the little girl was about to ask more, Dumbledore suddenly flew over from the distance: “Thank you for looking after the three little ones. Please allow me to express my gratitude.”

The only two supernaturals to have appeared on Blue Star met. The helicopters responsible for the live broadcast immediately abandoned the uncommunicative giant fish, lowering their altitude to point their lenses at the two people facing each other in mid-air.

“No matter.” Xu looked over with a calm gaze, “How much time do you need?”

“Ten hours is enough.”

“Acceptable.”

As the words fell, the two did not continue talking. Dumbledore closed his eyes where he stood, while Xu stood quietly with his hands behind his back.

Toby, standing nearby, seemed to understand something, his face turning pale: “They are going to...”

Misha spread her hands: “It's quite obvious now.”

“Why?” He couldn't understand, “Don't we have a common enemy?”

“Probably... just like playing a game, Uncle Toby. If your teammates are as stupid as pigs, you'd probably rather clear the dungeon alone than team up.”

The metaphor was not only apt but also vivid; Toby understood immediately.

Only Lyon, looking bewildered, glanced at her and then at him: “What are you talking about?”

“To put it simply,” Misha said, though she was young, she had plenty of patience, “both the Mountain Gate and Hogwarts want to deal with the Mountain Rock Giant. Their positions are the same in that regard,

But, as I just said, they need to clarify each other's strength to see if they are qualified to be teammates.”

“How do they clarify that?”

“Is there any way more convenient than having a fight?”

“So when Mr. Xu said ten hours, he meant...”

“The time the Headmaster needs to recover his consumption.”

Lyon turned his head blankly, looking at the two people standing across from each other. Even though the battle hadn't started yet, it felt as if sparks were already flickering between them.

On the helicopters further away, the hosts also sensed something was wrong.

Why are they still here? And the atmosphere looks very heavy.

Slowly, the audience in front of their televisions also felt the strange atmosphere.

The young man and the old man faced each other in the air, their robes fluttering loudly, with only the roar of the propellers around them.

Is this... a battle?

The audience, having recovered their senses, began to speculate.

About two hours passed, and a yacht sailed in from the distance across the sea.

After docking, a group of bodyguards in black suits surrounded an old man as they disembarked and went ashore.

The hosts were a bit puzzled; what was this person doing here?

Before the confusion could be resolved, a convoy of Jeeps arrived on the highway.

The convoy stopped steadily at the edge of the desert. From the opened car doors, several elegantly dressed middle-aged men and women stepped out.

They refused the lounge chairs set up by the security personnel and all stood straight, looking up at the two people in the sky.

Later, more convoys and ships arrived one after another. The people who stepped out were all famous politicians or wealthy individuals from various countries.

After this group of people arrived, they made no extra movements and just stood by the edge of the desert.

The hosts and the audience finally understood.

Yes, the Rock Giant has been driven away, so what danger is left at the scene?

Wouldn't one want to see the elegance of a "magician" and an "immortal" with their own eyes?

Those two supernaturals floating high in the sky, although their clash would inevitably be earth-shattering, I can just hide far away.

They wouldn't target ordinary people, right?

After coming to their senses, the desire to rush to the coast and witness the supernaturals immediately popped into most people's minds, and they kept looking for reasons in their hearts to support their thoughts.

But the aftermath of the previous battle between Dumbledore and the Mountain Giant was truly too terrifying, literally turning the mountains into a desert, which inevitably made people worry about being caught in the crossfire.

But then they thought, look, those rich people who are usually terrified of death are all there. If they aren't afraid, what do we have to be afraid of?

Thus, those with the ability to arrive within eight hours began to set out.

The sun set, and the bright moon quietly rose into the sky.

Dense tents were now pitched in the open space by the desert. Everyone standing in front of their tent flaps held binoculars, waiting for the battle to begin.

In the distance on the highway, cars continued to speed toward the location.

“Boom—”

Thunder suddenly roared in the starry sky, and lightning illuminated the figures of the two people facing each other in mid-air. A heavy pressure enveloped the crowd, and the already thick air seemed to stagnate.

The suffocating crowd understood: it was coming—the battle of the supernaturals.

The hosts, whose professionalism was respectable, had not eaten all day but still remained on the helicopters, passionately explaining to the audience who couldn't make it to the scene and were waiting by their TVs.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize for my lack of vocabulary; I cannot describe the atmosphere around them,

But everyone, the scene you have been waiting for is about to unveil its curtain!”

Dumbledore opened his eyes during the host's excited speech, first looking around at the helicopters and then down at the ant-like crowd on the ground: “Sir, it seems it is not a good time.”

“No matter, it won't hurt them.”

The voices of the two were not weak; they were at a normal volume. However, the helicopters were too far away, and with the interference of the propellers, the specific content could not be heard clearly, let alone by the people on the ground vainly standing on their tiptoes.

“Did you hear clearly?” On Kunpeng's back, Toby, who had been sent up, watched their lips move slightly and asked Misha nervously.

The little girl rolled her eyes: “Uncle Toby, I haven't studied magic regarding hearing.

Hmm... maybe you can ask them.”

Looking in the direction of her finger, Luo Xiling stood with her sword. The moonlight reflected on her cold face, and her whole body exuded an aura that warned others not to approach.

Lyon bared his teeth: “I think... she doesn't look very easy to talk to.”

Toby, feeling the same, nodded in agreement, then shifted his gaze to Misha with an encouraging look: It's up to you, go be cute!

Over there, Luo Xiling noticed the trio's small movements, and the corners of her mouth curled up imperceptibly.

Heh, it wasn't a waste for me to strike this pose for several hours; they were intimidated by my aura.

The only girl among the four behind her leaned close to Luo Xiling's ear, “What are they saying?”

“I've never practiced speaking with foreigners, and they talk so fast; god knows what they're whispering about.

Hmph, I bet they're definitely scared.”

“Uh, also... Senior Sister Luo, that little girl is coming over.”

Luo Xiling turned her head. The blonde girl with delicate features like a doll skipped over to her: “Sister, what is your name?”

“Eh? You speak Chinese?”

“Yes! Misha learned it herself.”

“Misha?

My name is Luo Xiling.”

“Then, can I call you Sister Luo?”

Tsk... Luo Xiling clicked her tongue inwardly. The little girl was quite cute and well-behaved, but she couldn't help but feel a hint of 'green tea' vibes. What was going on?

Must be an illusion; she's such a small child.

Shaking her head, she said, “Of course you can.”

“Sister Luo, can you hear what the Headmaster and Mr. Xu are saying?”

“Your Headmaster said there are too many people here and it's inconvenient to fight. Master said it's fine, guaranteeing they won't be hurt.”

“Thank you, Sister Luo.”

Misha returned the way she came and repeated the words.

“Toby, it sounds like the Headmaster is at a disadvantage.” Lyon's face was serious.

“It's not just 'sounds like'; the fact that the battlefield is on our side already explains the problem.”

After saying that, Toby moved closer to the edge and poked his head out to look down.

“Sir, we may begin.”

Xu pulled one of his hands from behind his back to the front: “Xu has two purposes for this trip: first, to observe your will, and second, to test your strength.”

“Hehe, and if I do not satisfy you?”

“Then Xu shall let things take their own course.”

Perhaps because it was a critical moment, their voices were much louder, at least enough for the recording equipment on the helicopters to capture.

Because they were speaking Chinese, the audience who hadn't made it to the scene and were still in front of their TVs hurriedly opened translation software.

Dumbledore was not angry upon hearing Xu's words. He waved his teaching rod staff: “As for safety concerns, I ask you to be mindful, Sir.”

“Indeed.”

“Fireball!”

The loud shout echoed across the land, and the people in front of the tents immediately raised their binoculars, searching the sky for the fireball.

It was nighttime, so theoretically, a bright fireball shouldn't be hard to find, and indeed it wasn't.

Everyone had just pressed their binoculars to their eyes when they quickly pulled them away, desperately rubbing their eyes.

That was a fireball?! It was clearly a sun!

The pitch-black sky was illuminated by a fireball that looked like the sun, making it as bright as day.

The massive fireball fell toward the desert below and soon hit the ground.

“Boom—”

A terrifying mushroom cloud rose, and a physical shockwave spread wildly in all directions. In the camp filled with tents, everyone's pupils were illuminated by the firelight.

After a while, they became confused. Why didn't they feel any heat?

Looking up and seeing Xu with his sword fingers held vertically before his chest, they vaguely found the reason.

“Sir, does this meet your requirements?” Dumbledore stroked his white beard.

“Barely satisfactory.”

Xu raised his right hand high toward the sky. A green stream of light shot out from Kunpeng's back and fell into his hand, its light fading to reveal the transparent blade of the moon bright sword.

Without another word, he slashed downward. A half-moon sword qi that seemed ready to split heaven and earth plowed a vertical chasm into the desert.

Dumbledore waved his staff fiercely, but the sword qi didn't slow down at all. It sped to a point not far from the camp, where it only stopped and dissipated when Xu formed a sword seal.

“The Mountain Gate is the Mountain Gate after all.” The old man sighed and flew to Kunpeng's back, taking the three new students and flying off into the distance, soon disappearing into the vast night.

Xu landed back beside Luo Xiling: “Senior Brother, let's go home.”

“Wooo—”

The giant fish cried out, its fins waving as it surged into the clouds at a steep angle.

Only then did the helicopters, stunned by the movements of the two, recover their senses and hurriedly search for traces of both parties, to no avail.

Finally, they could only move their cameras to the ground.

The golden desert was split in two by a natural chasm; the left side was intact, while the right side had a charred deep pit.

The hosts looking down couldn't estimate the specific size, only knowing that as they lowered their altitude slightly, their field of vision was filled with pitch black.

The enthusiasm of the people by the desert didn't fade at all because of the protagonists' departure; instead, it was like adding firewood, burning even more vigorously.

They took food and water from their tents, stuffed them into sports backpacks after checking, and then headed into the sandy ground with their families.

A host jumped down from a landed helicopter and interviewed a family of three passing by, asking what they were going in there for.

The father, whose arm was being held, replied irritably, “Maybe Mr. Dumbledore and the Eastern magician left some treasures behind.”

After saying that, he brushed off the host's hand and stepped quickly onto the desert.

The host froze for a moment, then suddenly threw away his microphone, grabbed some drinking water and compressed biscuits from the cabin, and chased after them.