Versatile Mage: I have 999 talents!

Chapter 144: Training at the National Palace Ends, Ready to Show Off One's Skills

(Thanks to Mr. Shi Qian for the generous donation!)

When Wang Feng returned to the hotel, his teammates were already waiting in the lobby.

To his surprise, Mu Ningxue and Mo Fan, who had gone to investigate the drowning curse, had also returned to the team, but Lingling was nowhere to be seen.

"Is everything settled?" Wang Feng asked the two travel-worn men.

Mo Fan grinned and proudly gave a thumbs up: "Of course! We've got the serum, so the Drowning Curse shouldn't happen again."

Wang Feng nodded in satisfaction and then processed the check-in procedures for everyone.

The twelve luxury suites were quickly arranged, and the team members went back to their rooms to rest.

...

The following morning, sunlight pierced through the thin fog of London.

Wang Feng led the entire team to the British Pavilion to meet this highly anticipated challenge.

As Eileen said, the British National Pavilion team is very strong, and each member is at the level of a National Government substitute.

However, facing a team that had endured life-or-death trials in Western Siberia, they were still outmatched. In just half an hour, the British team had to relinquish their title in London.

“Fighting is awesome!”

As he walked out of the pavilion, Mo Fan stretched out a big yawn, his face beaming with satisfaction.

God knows how much he suffered while guarding that wicked maggot as it matured.

"Captain, where are we going next?" Ai Jiangtu's eyes gleamed with anticipation.

As the vice-captain, he knew the team's strength better than anyone else.

Under Wang Feng's leadership, they are very likely to make history in the National University Games.

Wang Feng pondered for a moment.

Then he said, "We are still missing 4 challenge chapters, so let's choose Denmark, Germany, Austria and Hungary."

He's going to Africa, whether it's for Xinxia or for his next plan.

However, he doesn't plan to take the team to Africa, since if he wants to make a name for himself, the team would only be a burden.

"Then we can take a vacation very soon!" Nan Rongni couldn't hide her joy.

The journey was fraught with peril, especially the fierce battle at the Holy Academy of Ohos, where she managed to hold her opponent to a draw thanks to the blessing and healing abilities.

Thinking of her imminent arrival in Venice, a dark glint flashed in her eyes—the plan to seize Mu Ningxue's Ice Crystal Bow could finally be put into action.

“That’s right.” Wang Feng gave Nan Rongni a meaningful look. “Once the challenge is over, everyone can focus on improving their strength.”

He rubbed his fingers together, also waiting for this opportunity—

It's time to put the handling of Nan Rong Ni and the Nan Rong family on the agenda.

……

In the following seven days, Wang Feng led his team to a series of victories, sweeping aside the national pavilion challenges from Denmark, Germany, Austria, and Hungary.

When Wang Feng and his team obtained the final Challenge Chapter, they were qualified to participate in the Venice Grand Prix.

"From now on, the team will enter a rest period," Wang Feng announced during the final assembly. "Everyone should seize the time to improve their skills and make final preparations for the Venice Tournament."

"Yes!" the team members answered in unison, their eyes sparkling with excitement and anticipation.

Before leaving, Wang Feng specifically reminded Mu Ningxue to be careful of Nan Rongni during this period.

He also instructed Mu Tingying to get close to Nan Rongni and collect evidence that Nan Rongni intended to poison Mu Ningxue.

To ensure everything went perfectly, Wang Feng secretly arranged for Jiu Youhou to infiltrate Mu Ningxue's side.

After taking a portion of Wang Feng's essence, Jiu You Hou quietly hid in Mu Ningxue's shadow, all of which Mu Ningxue was unaware of.

After everything was arranged, Wang Feng embarked on his journey to Africa alone.

...Due to the sudden undead crisis in Pushini City, Wang Feng had no choice but to land at a nearby airport.

He immediately summoned Setsuna and rode this majestic dimensional summon towards the city of Pushini.

This Egyptian city-state, located more than 200 kilometers from Cairo, is currently shrouded in dark clouds.

From a distance, the ancient stone city wall still stands, but it is in a dilapidated state.

Inside the city, a faint smell of blood permeated the Egyptian-style stone buildings.

Wounded people lay sprawled on both sides of the street, their painful groans echoing through the air.

Broken bandages were scattered all over the ground, and several healing mages in white robes were frantically moving among them.

"It's more serious than I imagined. I wonder what's wrong with my Xinxia now," Wang Feng murmured to himself.

He suddenly received a text message from Xin Xia two days ago, saying that it was an academic assessment and that he would have to go to Pushini to work as a nurse.

Turning a corner, several luxurious, milky-white tents came into view.

The milky white flag with gold and blue hues atop the tent fluttered gently in the wind—this was the very symbol of the Parthenon.

Just then, a sudden, rapid fluctuation in the wind track was heard.

"Make way! Emergency casualty!"

Several wind-elemental mages carried a white stretcher and sped past.

The human figure on the stretcher was completely wrapped in white cloth, but the constantly seeping blood had stained the cloth red.

As the car bumped along, drops of blood dripped onto the stone pavement, leaving a trail of shocking marks.

Judging from the shape of the bloodstains, the victim's wounds were extremely irregular, as if they had been torn apart by some brutal force.

Suddenly, a gentle, soothing voice reached Wang Feng's ears:

"Please remain calm, I will help relieve your pain." The voice carried a magical, soothing power. "Tell me how you got hurt? That way I can treat you better."

Wang Feng's gaze cut through the crowd and landed on the girl in white who was giving first aid.

When he saw that familiar face, his tense expression immediately relaxed, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.

The mage, whose legs had been torn apart, had been ashen-faced, but gradually calmed down as Ye Xinxia's gentle voice rang out.

“I encountered two poisonous golden mummies,” he described in a trembling voice, “one of them gripped my leg tightly.”

Just when everyone thought he was destined to be crippled for life, a holy light suddenly emanated from Ye Xinxia's palm.

The milky white liquid flowed down like a living thing, containing astonishing life energy.

The severed legs miraculously returned to their original positions in the halo of light, muscle fibers reconnected like a spider web, and the skin healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"How is this possible?" The injured mage stared wide-eyed at his perfectly healed legs in disbelief.

He tentatively moved his toes and touched the spot where a hideous scar should have been—it was smooth as ever, as if it had never been injured.

"Get plenty of rest. The muscle tissue in your legs is still healing, so avoid strenuous activity for the next three days."

Ye Xinxia maintained her gentle and refined smile as she gave instructions to the injured mage.

...

As the last wounded soldier was being taken away, Ye Xinxia was preparing to greet the next patient when she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of her eye.

She turned her head in disbelief, and there stood the face she had longed for.

"Brother Wang Feng?" She stood up in surprise. "What are you doing here?"

Wang Feng smiled gently and strode forward: "I missed you, so I came."

He naturally reached out and wrapped his arm around Ye Xinxia's slender waist, while gently lifting her delicate chin with his other hand.

Just as their lips were about to touch, a loud shout suddenly rang out:
"Outrageous! How dare you desecrate the members of the Parthenon's Temple of the Goddesses!"

(End of this chapter)