Versatile Mage: I have 999 talents!

Chapter 158 Lingling in her adolescence? Winning a prize in the opening match!

Watching Asha's angry departure, Wang Feng shrugged helplessly.

To be honest, he's the most innocent one, okay?
He never intended to do anything to the Black Dragon Emperor; at most, he was just a little tempted by the Black Dragon Armor that the Black Dragon Emperor had transformed into.

It can unconditionally increase one level of mental strength and summon an emperor-level dragon soul to assist in battle.

But who would have thought.
Wang Feng turned his head and glanced at the black-haired, golden-eyed, and fit woman in a tight-fitting outfit not far away, his lips twitching slightly.

Who the hell could have predicted that the Black Dragon Emperor wasn't just female?

It can even transform into a human?

Now he couldn't bring himself to do it.

After all, he's not surnamed Tang, and he's not that much of a beast.

Wang Feng unfolded the intelligence scroll left by Asha'ruya, which detailed the whereabouts of a top-grade soul seed called "Chaotic Wind".

It was an isolated island in the chaotic waters adjacent to Bermuda, shrouded in storms year-round.

"Tsk, this place is not easy to navigate," Wang Feng couldn't help but click his tongue.

The Chaotic Sea is also one of the forbidden zones for humans, and it's unknown where Asha's Ruya got such secret information.

"Looks like you're in trouble?" Austin had moved closer behind him without him noticing, his warm breath gently brushing against Wang Feng's ear.

"Stay away!" Wang Feng sighed, rubbing his forehead. "And stop following me!"

Being followed by a living, breathing emperor would make anyone uneasy.

“But,” Austin suddenly adopted a pitiful expression, “you not only awakened their strange attributes, but you also wrecked Tyrant Mountains.”

Her slender fingers gently tugged at Wang Feng's sleeve. "I'm homeless now. Where else can I go if I don't come with you?"

Looking at the stunningly beautiful woman with bright golden eyes in front of him, Wang Feng was torn between his own emotions.

In the end, reason prevailed over morality.

After all, this is genuine emperor-level combat power!
We can just reward her!

"Are you really going to come with me?" Wang Feng asked.

Austin nodded vigorously, his bright golden vertical pupils gleaming with a strange anticipation.

“Alright,” Wang Feng handed her the intelligence, “Go and retrieve this soul seed; consider it your pledge of allegiance.”

Austin took the scroll, stared at it for a long time, and then suddenly looked up in confusion: "What does it say on this?"

Wang Feng sighed and rubbed his forehead: "There's a small island in the Chaotic Sea with a wind-type soul seed on it. Just bring it back."

“The Chaotic Sea?” Austin’s eyes lit up. “Ah! That’s where I fought that plague dragon! I know where it is!”

Wang Feng was taken aback, only then remembering that the chaotic sea area had only been marked as a restricted area in the last twenty years.

I initially thought it was due to the expansion of Bermuda, but it turns out to be a battlefield left behind by the fight between these two emperors!
"Be careful, don't get tricked by other emperors," Wang Feng casually warned.

"Huh?" Austin suddenly cupped his hands to his heart, his golden eyes glistening with tears. "Are you worried about me? I'm so happy~ I'm melting~"

Wang Feng's forehead was covered in black lines.

This was the first time he had ever wanted to beat up a female dragon.

But if I beat her up, wouldn't that be a reward for her?
In the end, Wang Feng only uttered one word.

"roll!"

……

As soon as Wang Feng stepped into the National Team's base, he saw Ai Jiangtu, Mo Fan, and others sitting in a group, having a heated discussion.

"Meow~" The black cat in Jiang Yu's arms suddenly perked up its ears and turned to look at the door.

Jiang Yu followed his pet's gaze and exclaimed with delight, "The captain's back!"

"Hmm." Wang Feng nodded. "What are you all talking about so animatedly?"

Mo Fan grinned: "The opening match is coming up soon, and we're guessing who our first opponent will be."

Zhao Manyan winked and leaned closer: "The captain's been elusive these past few days, could it be that..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Feng glared at him and shut him up.

Holding a grudge in my little notebook +1
Opening match bench arrangements

Then Wang Feng casually tore open the void and pulled out a ball of dark blue lightning from the spatial rift:

"Tyrant's Desolate Thunder, its power is nearly amplified sixfold, and it comes with its own attack effects and domain."

"Internal price of 1.2 billion, Jiang Tu, Mo Fan, who wants it?"

In the team, only Ai Jiangtu and Mo Fan possess high-level lightning-type abilities. It's better to keep such top-tier soul seeds within the team.

"Holy crap! Almost six times!" Zhao Manyan exclaimed in surprise upon hearing this.

Most common soul types are more than four times that.

Items capable of achieving a five-fold power increase are all highly sought-after and rare, often costing seven or eight hundred million.

Not to mention the natural soul seed that is nearly six times stronger, and also comes with attack bonuses and a domain effect!

A glint of light flashed in Ai Jiangtu's eyes.

As a master of spatial magic and a secondary master of curse magic, lightning magic is only a supplementary skill. Although he has cultivated it to a high level, it is ultimately not his core skill.

Whether a lightning type is top-tier, or whether it has side effects or domains, is not important to him.

Therefore, Ai Jiangtu set his sights on Mo Fan.

At this moment, Mo Fan's eyes were fixed straight ahead, and a suspicious, glistening liquid was already hanging from the corner of his mouth.
"Old Wang~" Mo Fan rubbed his hands together like a fly, fawningly approaching, "Um... can I pay in installments? I only have 800 million on hand right now."

"Okay." Wang Feng readily tossed the Tyrant Thunderbolt over.

He wasn't worried that Mo Fan wouldn't be able to pay it back, after all, there was still a treasure hunt competition to attend.

Mo Fan hurriedly caught the Tyrant's Thunder, as if he were holding some rare treasure, and dashed back to his room to cultivate in seclusion.

……

Two days passed in the blink of an eye, and the Venice Grand Prix finally officially kicked off on this day.

Wang Feng stood in the player area, his brow slightly furrowed: "Strange, it's been two days, why hasn't Austin returned yet?"

"Could we have really been tricked by those ocean tyrants?"

"Wang Feng~"

A clear, crisp voice suddenly came from behind.

Wang Feng turned around and saw Lingling standing there prettily with her hair in pigtails, a sly smile on her lips.

"Lingling? What brings you here?" Wang Feng asked, somewhat surprised.

"Hmph!" Lingling pouted. "Can't I come to watch the game?"

"Are you alone?" Wang Feng subconsciously looked around. "Didn't Senior Sister Leng Qing come with you?"

Somehow, these words touched a nerve with Lingling.

She suddenly puffed out her cheeks and cursed, "Scumbag!"

After saying that, Lingling turned around and walked towards the audience seats, swinging her pigtails.

Wang Feng: ???
"Is this little girl going through puberty?"

...

Moments later, thirty-two giant flags fluttered in the wind against the azure sky of Venice.

This magical event, which had been brewing for nearly a year, finally officially began at this moment.

After the grand opening ceremony performance, the delegations from various countries entered the stadium in turn.

When the Huaxia National Team entered the venue, deafening cheers erupted from the stands.

Then, the team captains began drawing lots for the first round of matches.

"Sakura Team".

Wang Feng looked at the card in his hand, a slight smile playing on his lips.

This result was not unexpected and perfectly matched the original timeline.

The Chinese national team erupted in cheers.

The team members were eager to try their skills and couldn't wait to get on the field and show off their abilities.

In contrast, the atmosphere in the Sakura National Team's preparation area was so heavy it was almost suffocating.

Their faces turned pale, and some even unconsciously swallowed.

"It would have been better to draw Team America," someone in the team muttered quietly, their voice filled with despair.

They only found out after they arrived in Venice.

The captain of the Chinese national team actually swept through the entire Osaka National Hall single-handedly.

Even their advisor, Mochizuki Chika, was no match for them!
"And it's the opening match, how are we supposed to compete!"

(End of this chapter)