Versatile Mage: I have 999 talents!

Chapter 135 Attacked, the 'Persian Cat' Wants to Improve

The battle was predictably one-sided. The team members specifically named by Wang Feng unleashed their fury like tigers descending a mountain, completely crushing the American national team.

In particular, Fromm, because of his previous arrogant remarks, was subjected to "special treatment" by Jiang Shaoxu and the other four.

When the referee announced the end of the match, Flöhme was bruised and swollen, looking exactly like a "pig's head".

Ferome glanced down at the audience, only to find that Wang Feng and his sister Oluna had already left.

“Stop looking,” Zhao Manyan grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth. “Your sister and our captain have already had a ‘private talk’.”

Upon hearing this, Fromm's face turned from pale to white, and then from white to red.

Thinking that not only had he suffered a crushing defeat, but his beloved older sister had also been taken away by that despicable Chinese man, he was overcome with anger and grief, and his eyes rolled back as he fainted on the stage.

"Tsk, you fainted already?" Mo Fan squatted down and poked Fromm's swollen cheek. "Your mental fortitude is too weak."

“Little Zhao,” Jiang Shaoxu narrowed his fox-like eyes and asked in a dangerous tone, “you just said that the captain left with that ‘Persian cat’?”

Zhao Manyan immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

...

The neon lights of New York City flickered in the night, and O'Luna led Wang Feng through the bustling streets with practiced ease.

Before anyone knew it, Wang Feng's hand had naturally landed on her slender waist.

Oluna merely glanced at him sideways, and instead of pushing him away, she snuggled closer into his arms.

This subtle movement deepened Wang Feng's smile—it seemed that this proud 'Persian cat' had indeed taken a liking to him.

"Want to go for a drink, or..." Wang Feng whispered in her ear, his warm breath brushing against her delicate earlobe.

Oruna's ears, hidden beneath her blonde hair, turned red, but she pretended to be calm and pointed to a tall building in the distance: "I have an apartment over there with a pretty good view."

"Lead the way." Wang Feng's smile deepened.

Just then, a bone-chilling cold suddenly descended.

Wang Feng looked up and saw that snowflakes were suddenly falling from the night sky.

"There are events like this in New York?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Oruna followed his gaze, and her expression changed drastically—

Hailstones the size of fists rained down like cannonballs, crashing onto the street with deafening bangs.

Car alarms went off incessantly, and windshields shattered instantly from the impact. The roadside greenery was in even worse shape, with branches and leaves scattered all over the ground.

Wang Feng's gaze sharpened, and the invisible spatial force shattered all the incoming hailstones.

"What...what's going on?" Oluna's expression changed drastically.

“If it’s not a festival unique to your country, then someone has opened up a domain,” Wang Feng said.

The hail intensified, pouring down like a hail of bullets.

The crowd on the street screamed and scattered, but Wang Feng and his companion remained standing.

The dense hailstones seemed to have eyes, strangely avoiding their location.

"Damn it! Who dares to use magic in the middle of the city!" Oluna shouted angrily.

"They're here." Wang Feng suddenly looked into a dark alley.

Before the words were even finished, dozens of sharp ice spikes tore through the rain curtain and shot in from all directions.

Wang Feng keenly noticed that most of these ice spikes were locked onto Oruna.

"Looks like I'm the one who got caught in the crossfire." He chuckled and tapped lightly with his left index finger.

All the icicles stopped abruptly a meter away from them, then fell to the ground with a crisp cracking sound as he pressed down with his finger.

"Oh? You've got some skill." A hoarse, unpleasant voice came from within the hail.

A figure clad in a blue hood slowly emerged, surrounded by swirling ice crystals that formed an eerie frost domain. "Who are you? Why are you casting magic here!" Oruna demanded coldly.

"Heh, who I am is not important, what's important is that you can't get in my way!" the hooded man said.

Upon hearing this, Wang Feng's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately knew who the person in front of him was.

“The executioners of the Black Church, right?” Wang Feng said calmly.

Wang Feng remembered him because of Leng Jue.

Leng Jue stole the triangular prism from the Temple of Liberty, and then used it to summon Khufu in the northern border region of China.

It was because of this that Wang Feng had a slight impression of this high-level nobody.

The executioner was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter: "Hahaha, I never expected my name to be so famous!"

His cold gaze locked onto Wang Feng. "Could it be that Lord Salang's defeat in China was due to you, Councilor Wang Feng?"

Oruna's pupils contracted sharply, and she unconsciously turned to look at Wang Feng, who was still holding her.

Although she had witnessed Wang Feng's power in destroying the Red Ornament Guild, she never expected that he had participated in such a major operation as besieging the Cardinals, let alone that he was a member of parliament!

"You seem to know quite a lot." Wang Feng's eyes grew cold. "Unfortunately, this is where it ends."

"You? A mere high-level mage?" The executioner sneered disdainfully, but his smile suddenly froze on his face.

He was horrified to discover that his frost domain was slipping out of his control, and even the ice magic within his body was beginning to stir restlessly!
In a flash, a terrifying thought crossed my mind.

The executioner trembled violently, his voice distorted: "You...you are Li—"

A crisp "crack" as ice crystals condensed interrupted his words.

A dazzling, icy blue beam of light shot into the sky from beneath his feet, instantly transforming into a crystal-clear ice coffin.

The executioner remained frozen in shock, his entire body encased within ice crystals at absolute zero.

The hail in the night sky suddenly stopped, as if a pause button had been pressed.

The night sky returned to calm.

Oruna was still reeling from the shock she had just experienced, her pale blue eyes trembling slightly.

Suddenly, two streaks of blue light flashed across the night sky, and two temple mages with wings of wind descended from the heavens.

"Oluna, what happened here?" the leading mage asked, frowning.

Oruna took a deep breath, concealing the shock in her eyes, and put her icy mask back on.

She raised her hand and pointed to the crystal-clear ice coffin, her voice regaining its usual composure:

"This man is an executioner from the Black Vatican; we don't know why he attacked us."

“Then what about him?” Another mage looked at Wang Feng warily.

"Wang Feng, captain of the Huaxia National Team," Oluna briefly introduced.

The two mages exchanged a glance and said to Wang Feng, "Leave this to us. You can go back now."

Wang Feng shrugged indifferently, then turned and subtly moved closer to Oluna: "What a spoilsport, my date got ruined."

Aoluna's pale blue eyes flickered, and under the guise of fixing her hair, she secretly slipped a silver key into Wang Feng's palm.

“XX Apartment, 18th floor, room 6.” Her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible, but her fingertips casually traced a line in his palm. “I’ll go back after I’ve dealt with this.”

A playful smile appeared on Wang Feng's lips.

Under the cover of night, his hand subtly pinched her firm curves, the touch as smooth as fine silk.

"Don't keep me waiting too long." He chuckled and turned around, the key spinning gracefully between his fingers.

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(End of this chapter)