Versatile Mage: I have 999 talents!

Chapter 117 Zhao Manyan's Grand Dream: Traversing the West Siberian Plain
Time flies, and after several waves of change, the National Team's first experience has finally come to an end.

The mentors quietly arrived at the naval battle city.

"How did this training go?" Feng Li asked, sitting opposite Wang Feng with a serious expression.

Wang Feng took a leisurely sip of tea: "Overall, it's good. Apart from Zhao Manyan and Nan Rongni making fatal mistakes during the first high tide, everyone else met the standard."

“Ai Jiangtu, Nan Jue, Mu Ningxue, Mo Fan, Jiang Shaoxu, and Mu Nujiao performed particularly well.”

Feng Li nodded slightly: "If one person had to be eliminated, who do you think should be eliminated?"

"Choose one from Zu Jiming, Jiang Yu, Mu Tingying, and Nan Rongni," Wang Feng said calmly.

"Where is Zhao Manyan?" Feng Li asked.

Wang Feng raised an eyebrow and countered, "The Zhao family is the biggest sponsor of the National Team, and Zhao Manyan is the team's only defensive mage, occupying only a substitute spot. Does the instructor want to replace him?"

He paused, then added, "Besides, our National Government team only has twelve people. Even if the National Hall sends one, they won't be eliminated, right?"

"It's just a routine inquiry." Feng Li stood up and straightened his clothes. "Get ready, we'll set off for the next training location tomorrow."

"Mentor, please wait!" Wang Feng suddenly called out to Feng Li, then said unhurriedly, "Why don't you leave the rest of the training route entirely to me?"

Feng Li was taken aback upon hearing this, and frowned slightly as he looked at Wang Feng: "What exactly are you planning?"

“Mentor, if I’m not mistaken,” Wang Feng tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, “the next training route is to countries like South Korea and India, right?”

Seeing Feng Li nod, Wang Feng suddenly sneered and stood up: "What decent training can these tiny countries offer? It's nothing more than going through the motions to get the challenge tokens."

He strolled to the window, his tone laced with disdain: "South Korea? What else can they do besides resorting to underhanded tricks? I don't want to be tricked by their 'God's Finger' dirty methods."

"As for India," Wang Feng said, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes as he turned around, "what can they do besides brag? That filthy environment is even more outrageous than poison magic!"

"The scariest thing is that if you go out there without a metal pot to protect your backside, you'll experience the treatment of 'Third Sister-in-law' in no time."

Feng Li's lips twitched slightly. He opened his mouth, but was speechless.

Because he knew that everything Wang Feng said was true.

Not long ago, the Chinese chess master was indeed tricked by the Koreans through underhanded tactics.

In India, it's even more outrageous; even demons have to look back every three steps when they go out, for fear of being ambushed from behind by Indians.

"Then where do you suggest we go for training next?" Feng Li asked, rubbing his temples.

A glint of light flashed in Wang Feng's eyes, and a dangerous smile curled at the corner of his mouth:

"Russia, traversing the West Siberian Plain."

……

Three days later, Tokyo Haneda Airport.

The National Government team was all ready to go, and surprisingly, the mentors took a rare step and gave them a plane ticket.

"Did the sun rise in the west?" Mo Fan nudged Zhao Manyan's arm and whispered, "Are we going to be forced to parachute out halfway through the flight?"

Zhao Manyan was about to reply when he saw Instructor Feng Li walking over with a cold face, and he immediately swallowed his words.

"Next stop, Russia," Feng Li announced briefly.

"Russia?!"

Everyone spoke in unison, exchanging bewildered glances.

That was a super magical powerhouse where magicians made up nearly a quarter of the population, and its people were known worldwide for their fierce and untamed nature.

"Don't look at me. This is your captain's decision. Wang Feng will be fully responsible for all the training along the way. Those who perform poorly will be demoted to the national team!" After saying that, he turned and left.

After Feng Li walked away, everyone's eyes turned to Wang Feng.

"Team leader," Jiang Yu swallowed hard, "Isn't it a bit too much to go to the Russians' stadium for the second stop?" Wang Feng didn't even give him a glance and walked straight to the boarding gate.

"Xiao Yu," Zhao Manyan said with a grin, hooking his arm around Jiang Yu's neck, "If you chicken out, just go back to China and give up your spot as a full-fledged team member, okay?"

After saying that, he quickly followed Wang Feng.

"Hey, we didn't say we were afraid," Jiang Yu muttered, and quickly followed after him.

……

on the plane.

Zhao Manyan crossed his legs, his gaze fixed intently on the blonde flight attendant in black stockings who was tidying up her luggage.

He clicked his tongue and said, "Tsk tsk, I never expected someone with such an innocent appearance to wear such a provocative purple bra."

"Looks like global routes make her lonely~" He licked his lips.

As he spoke, he pulled out a small notebook from his pocket, the cover of which was covered with stickers of national flags from various countries.

He skillfully turned to the page about Russia, underlined it, and then continued to lock his eyes on the flight attendant with a hunter's gaze.

Wang Feng followed his gaze and saw that she was indeed a standard Slavic beauty, with skin as smooth as jade, golden hair like a waterfall, and long, slender legs in black stockings that gleamed alluringly under the cabin lights.

Wang Feng's gaze shifted downwards, and he suddenly noticed the tally mark next to his country's icon on Zhao Manyan's notebook. He raised an eyebrow and asked:
"What is this? Why are there so many strokes?"

"Hey hey hey"

Zhao Manyan flashed his signature sly grin: "Captain, haven't you heard of 'tally counting'? You count one stroke for every home run~"

Upon hearing this, Wang Feng's eyes widened in surprise.
He stared intently at the 'battle record book' in Zhao Manyan's hand, which was filled with dozens of tally marks!
Especially on the page with the cherry blossom flag, the few still-fresh ink marks on the tally marks stand out.

He suddenly remembered that Zhao Manyan had been sneaking around to him for treatment of kidney deficiency a couple of days ago, and it all became clear to him.

"When I've filled all the national flags with tally marks, my life will have been worthwhile!"

Zhao Manyan proudly flipped through his notebook to show off, only to find Wang Feng staring at him with the look of someone looking at trash.

"Ahem. Don't look at me like that." He puffed out his chest and declared righteously, "I call this having the world in my heart! I want the Zhao family's excellent genes to spread and benefit all mankind!"

Wang Feng's lips twitched, and he squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth:
"I hope you live to see the day you collect them all."

"Hehe, that day will come!"

……

The plane landed at Yakutsk airport, and the biting cold wind immediately gave everyone a rude awakening.

When the Nationalist team members heard Wang Feng's plan, they all froze on the spot.

"Traverse the West Siberian Plain on foot?!" Jiang Yu's voice changed drastically.

"Captain, are you crazy? That's the infamous Purple Demon Forbidden Zone! More than a dozen demon tribes are entrenched there!"

He originally thought he was just going to Moscow to challenge the club, but he never expected that he would have to cross this death zone.

"So what? Is it really training if there's no danger?" Wang Feng raised an eyebrow and retorted.

"But that's the Purple Forbidden Zone."

Jiang Yu wanted to argue, but Mo Fan grabbed his shoulder.

"What's there to be cowardly about?" Mo Fan grinned, revealing his signature roguish smile.

"Didn't Old Wang go through all that trouble too? What's a mere purple zone? I've even traversed the black zone!"

(End of this chapter)