Versatile Mage: I have 999 talents!

Chapter 141 Seventeen departments, you think you can kill me instantly?
Since being removed from his position as dean, Songhe has been traveling all over China.

On this day, as he passed through Asuka City, a flash of silvery white suddenly streaked across the bustling street, making his heart tremble.

Upon closer inspection, one could see a stunningly beautiful woman with snow-white hair strolling down the street with a blonde girl.

The woman smiled, her fingertips lightly tapping the shop window on the street, sunlight gilding the tips of her hair with a layer of scattered gold.

Songhe's pupils suddenly contracted—he knew that face all too well.

"Qin Yu'er?"

The images from the National University Games ten years ago flashed through my mind like a thunderbolt.

The girl who amazed everyone back then was judged as a victim by the Tribunal for displaying power far beyond her realm, and was ultimately sealed in the eternally frozen ice layer of the White Scar of Tianshan.

He thought he would never see him again in this lifetime, but who knew...
Songhe unconsciously pressed his hand to his chest, where a drum-like vibration was coming from.

A sinister thought coiled around him like a venomous snake—what if he told the Court of Judgment about Qin Yu'er's escape?
Songhe's breathing became slightly more rapid, and a sharp glint appeared in his cloudy eyes.

Qin Yu'er suddenly stopped and looked back as if she had sensed something. Her gaze swept across the bustling crowd like a frost blade, but she only saw ordinary passersby coming and going.

"Sister Yu'er?" Ai Li shook their clasped hands, her azure eyes sparkling with doubt.

Qin Yu'er looked away, her brows furrowing slightly: "It's nothing."

She gently touched her chest, where a strange chill lingered, as if she were being watched by a venomous snake.

In an instant, she put on a gentle smile and lightly touched Ellie's nose with her fingertip: "You've been shopping for so long, Ellie must be hungry?"

"Today I'll take you to try the most famous Toshiro fish head in Asuka City."

"Hala Shao!" Ellie's eyes lit up immediately, and she excitedly took Qin Yu'er's arm.

……

In the Parisian night, Wang Feng, like a ghost, followed the guidance of the spiritual imprint and arrived at the foot of the ancient clock tower.

He looked up at the towering spire of the clock tower, a playful smile curving his lips:

"Do all assassins really enjoy the loneliness of being at the top?"

Before he finished speaking, his figure had already transformed into a shadow, silently ascending along the mottled stone wall of the clock tower.
At the top of the clock tower, a craftsman dressed in black stood against the wind, gazing intently at the dazzling Parisian night view.

"What a beautiful city!" The craftsman stretched out his hands, as if to cradle the entire city in his palms. "What exquisite art it would be to destroy it at its most magnificent moment."

"Do people from the Assassin's Guild all have such warped aesthetics?"

A mocking voice suddenly rang out from behind, startling the craftsman into stiffening.

He turned around abruptly, his pupils contracting sharply—Wang Feng was already standing three steps behind him, the night wind lifting the hem of his clothes, but unable to dispel the suffocating sense of oppression.

"It's you!" The craftsman's voice trembled with shock. "The one from the Shanghai Medical Clinic."

Memories flooded back; in that seemingly ordinary clinic, he felt the threat of death for the first time.

The feeling of being constantly threatened still sends chills down his spine when he thinks about it.

Wang Feng's smile was so gentle it was chilling: "I never expected that the renowned craftsman would remember someone as insignificant as me. It's truly an honor."

"What did you do to me?" The craftsman's face was so dark it could drip water.

"Hmm." Wang Feng nodded slightly, his eyes gleaming with the interest of a cat playing with a mouse.

A ruthless glint flashed in the craftsman's triangular eyes, and his lips twisted into a ferocious arc: "Although I don't know what you want from me, but..." His voice suddenly rose, "you should just die!"

In that instant, the shadow behind Wang Feng began to writhe eerily. A humanoid figure, perfectly blending into the darkness, appeared out of thin air, its black dagger gleaming with an eerie light, and swiftly thrust towards the back of Wang Feng's neck!
"Ding--"

A crisp clanging sound rang out, and the dagger came to an abrupt halt just inches from Wang Feng's skin, as if it had struck an invisible wall.

Wang Feng didn't even lift his eyelids, his eyes gleaming with silver light, and a playful smile curved his lips.

"You're quite the Night Fury player. Do you have any other tricks up your sleeve?" He crossed his arms and calmly sized up his opponent.

The craftsman's pupils contracted sharply, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

His most prized skills, Dark Corruption and Night Fury—these two techniques that secured his position as a master assassin and even allowed him to successfully assassinate two super-rank mages—were now being easily blocked by his opponent.

Even more terrifying, this mysterious healer actually revealed the true name of his ability in one breath!

With a gritted teeth, the craftsman suddenly unleashed a thick, inky black mist around his body, instantly engulfing the entire top floor of the clock tower.

The starlight and lights were all extinguished, leaving only endless darkness churning.

A strange black pool appeared beneath Wang Feng's feet, and the viscous mud wrapped around his legs like a living thing.

"Night's Domination - Black Demon Pool!"

Dozens of figures, both real and illusory, materialized in the darkness, each wielding a gleaming dagger, and attacked Wang Feng from all directions.

The shrill sound of blades slicing through the air echoed in the enclosed, dark space, like the wailing of a hundred ghosts in the night.

"Interesting." Wang Feng observed his surroundings with great interest. "They've perfectly blended the concealment of the Shadow element with the illusion-realm transformation of the Chaos element to create this Shadow Domain."

He even clapped his hands leisurely, saying, "No wonder it's the signature move of a master assassin."

"Shuashuashua——"

Countless daggers suddenly froze just inches from Wang Feng's skin, as if they had pierced an invisible elemental wall.

"What kind of monster is this!"

The craftsman's true form was hidden in the depths of darkness, cold sweat trickling down his back.

His prized killing move couldn't even touch the hem of his opponent's clothes!

What chilled him to the bone was that the defensive methods used to block each attack were completely different—water defense, rock barrier, light protection, lightning shield, fire curtain, ice armor, vine entanglement, and void mark.
"What? Not going to continue?" Wang Feng's lips curled into a mocking smile.

Wang Feng slowly lowered his arms, his gaze piercing like a blade towards a certain spot in the darkness.

“Since you’ve had your fun,” he took a step forward, and the Black Demon Pool beneath his feet instantly froze into ice, “then it’s my turn.”

The craftsman's hair stood on end. He turned to disappear into the shadows, but was horrified to find a black pool of darkness that had appeared beneath his feet—a pool even thicker and darker than the one he had created.

He struggled desperately, but was unable to move, like a flying insect trapped in amber.

"No! Don't come any closer!" the craftsman cried, his voice trembling with sobs. "I have done you no wrong!"

Wang Feng's steps were unhurried, each step seemingly treading on Bei Jiang's heartbeat: "For an assassin to say such a thing," he chuckled, "isn't it ridiculous?"

"I'll give you anything you want! Money? Intelligence? Magical resources?" the craftsman shouted hysterically.

Wang Feng finally stopped in front of him, his outstretched hand in the moonlight as elegant as a chess piece: "What I want," his five fingers suddenly closed, "is your life."

"Click——"

The last thing the craftsman saw was a column of blood gushing from his headless body.

In the instant before darkness swallowed his consciousness, he vaguely heard Wang Feng's whisper:
"I have seventeen elements, you think you can kill me instantly?"
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P.S.: I've missed Grandpa Lu for countless days.
(End of this chapter)