Versatile Mage: I have 999 talents!

Chapter 125 Ohos Holy Academy, the snobbish handyman
Two more days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Wang Feng successively broke through to the high level in his fully mastered lightning and light elements, while also breaking through to the high level three in his main healing element.

Meanwhile, the water, mind, ice, and fire types, which had been largely neglected but possessed the talent for mitigating disasters, also advanced to the second level of the advanced stage on their own.

Having just finished his seclusion, Wang Feng encountered Mo Fan and his group who had returned from the Gobi Valley.

A smile involuntarily crept onto his lips—he knew without a doubt that these guys had made a wasted trip.

As expected, Mo Fan and the others turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

"How was it? Did you get anything?" Wang Feng asked.

"Don't even mention it! That dilapidated ancient city is cleaner than my wallet!" Mo Fan cursed and kicked the chair away.

"Damn it! Which bastard said there were treasures in that ancient city? They really have treasures!" Zhao Manyan was so angry that he jumped up and down.

Only Jiang Shaoxu had a smile on her lips, clearly indicating that she had gained something unexpected.

"That place has existed for so long, if there were really good things there, would it be your turn?" Wang Feng shook his head.

"Pack your things, vacation's over!" Wang Feng clapped his hands and announced, "Tomorrow we'll challenge the Peruvian National Pavilion, then begin our Americas adventure!"

"Training?!" Zhao Manyan shuddered, instantly recalling his miserable experience of being chased and devoured by monsters in Siberia.

"A week's vacation isn't enough?" Wang Feng retorted.
Ai Jiangtu asked in a deep voice, "Captain, what is the content of this training?"

"Simple." Wang Feng grinned: "Let's go challenge the Holy Academy of Ohos."

"The Holy Academy of Ohos?!" Everyone's eyes widened instantly, and they exclaimed in unison.

That's one of the top five universities in the world, and it even has super-level students!
This group of people who had just entered the advanced level, and some of them who couldn't even cast advanced spells properly, went to spar with this monster academy.

"Team, Captain..." Jiang Yu weakly raised his hand: "They're not participating in the National Government competition, so even if they win, they won't get a challenge chapter..."

Like other top universities in Europe, the Holy Academy of Ohos is not part of the national government system, so there is no reward for winning.

Wang Feng narrowed his eyes, a playful smile playing on his lips: "What? The prestigious Chinese National Team doesn't even dare to accept a sparring match?"

Jiang Yu adjusted his glasses and said weakly, "That's not it. The problem is, will they accept our challenge?"

"You don't need to worry about that." Wang Feng snapped his fingers. "Instructor Feng Li has already finalized the applications, and Ohos is eager to spar with us. All you have to do is—"

He deliberately dragged out his words, his gaze sweeping over everyone: "Take them down!"

The scene fell silent. The team members stared at each other, none of them daring to utter a word.

"Heh." Wang Feng sneered, turning to leave. "If you're going to chicken out, that's fine too. I heard those kids at the National Pavilion who just broke through to the advanced level are pretty motivated."

"Let's do it! We have to do it!" Mo Fan was the first to jump up.

“That’s right, who’s afraid of who!” Zhao Manyan quickly followed.

"Let them see the strength of the Chinese National Team!" Ai Jiangtu said in a deep voice.

In the blink of an eye, the team members who were just listless suddenly became full of energy and fighting spirit.

Wang Feng had his back to everyone, with a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth.

……

As the morning sun began to shine, the Chinese delegation set off for the Royal Felipe Castle, the location of the Peruvian Pavilion.

As a small magical nation, the students of the Peruvian National Academy are generally at the mid-level in terms of strength.

Facing the elite team of the Chinese National Government, the battle was almost one-sided.

In less than ten minutes, the group easily completed the challenge chapter of the Peruvian Pavilion. After politely declining the other party's enthusiastic invitation to stay, they immediately set off for their main destination—the Sacred Academy of Ojos.

...

After a long journey, when everyone finally arrived at the Holy Academy of Ohos, the sight before them shocked them all.

This renowned top university in the Americas is located in a seemingly barren area, a full 150 kilometers away from the nearest city, "Ago City".

Yet, this “isolated” place attracts countless magicians every year who travel over mountains and valleys to study here.

A dozen kilometers to the west of the university lies the vast Pacific Ocean, where instead of steep cliffs, there is a long stretch of pure white sand beach.

This white desert, known as "Sacred Beach," stretches from the coastline to the outskirts of the university, shimmering with a holy light under the sun. It is a sacred place for the souls of Americans.

To the east of the university lies the majestic and continuous Andes Mountains, which act as a natural barrier.

When the group stepped into the territory of the Holy Academy of Ohos, the scene before them underwent a dramatic change.

In stark contrast to the desolate landscape outside, this place resembles a meticulously crafted magical kingdom.

The neatly trimmed, lush green lawns spread out like a carpet, while magnificent buildings of various styles are nestled among the dense woods.

Four magnificent sculptural fountains immediately catch the eye, not to mention the numerous top-notch garden walkways, the arched bridge over the lake, the scenic cafes, and the clock tower.

The entire campus exudes a luxurious yet elegant aesthetic.

"My God!" Mo Fan's eyes widened. "Compared to this place, our Pearl Academy is like a country hut!"

Jiang Yu adjusted his glasses, unable to hide his shock: "Is this really a school? It feels like a royal palace."

"Every detail has been meticulously designed; this level of craftsmanship is truly extravagant!"

Before Zhao Manyan's praise could even fade, a sharp voice poured down like cold water.

"Get out! Didn't you see the warning signs?"

A short girl with a ponytail waved a broom at them, gesturing as if shooing away flies.

"You yellow-skinned Asians are so annoying! This isn't some run-down place like your rural backyard where you can just wander around like you want!"

Nan Rongni frowned slightly, maintaining her elegant demeanor: "Young lady, we are not tourists."

"Don't give me that!" the girl interrupted her rudely, banging the broom handle on the ground.
“Every day, there are people like you who find excuses to sneak in! The Holy Academy of Ohos isn’t a place where just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can get in!”

Zhao Manyan's face darkened: "Watch your words! We are members of the National Team here for a formal exchange!"

"Ha!" The girl laughed exaggeratedly, looking at the crowd with disdain. "You lot? You think you're worthy?"

"boom!"

Her words stopped abruptly.

A cold glint flashed in Wang Feng's eyes, and an invisible pressure exploded like thunder.

The girl was struck hard and staggered to the ground, the broom falling to the white marble floor with a 'thud'.

“A mere handyman. Not even a trainee!” Wang Feng stepped forward slowly, looking down at her condescendingly.

"Who gave you the audacity to speak to us like that?"

The girl's face was deathly pale, her lips trembled but she couldn't utter a word.

Just then, a student from the Holy Academy of Ohos arrived.

(End of this chapter)