Versatile Mage: I have 999 talents!

Chapter 175 Conquering the enemy without fighting

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Ander jolted awake, fully waking up.

She suddenly sat up from her suitcase, the bed sheet wrapped around her slipping off, and the pair of cherry-pink lamps were once again exposed to the air without reservation.

She looked around in a panic—it was an ordinary hotel room.

A handsome young man with a languid expression sat in the chair, while a beautiful woman who still retained her charm stood beside him, looking at him with amusement.

"Ah!" Ander suddenly realized something, looked down, and immediately blushed bright red.

She frantically grabbed the slipped sheet to cover herself, her voice trembling as she cried out, "Who...who are you people?!"

“Of course, he’s your savior.” Wang Feng crossed his arms and looked at the disheveled saintess with great interest.

Seeing her shy appearance wrapped in a thin bed sheet, I silently gave her a thumbs up.

This is much more interesting than having no 'corpse'.

"Savior?" Ander was stunned for a moment, then remembered the scene of his suicide attempt by jumping off a cliff, and his expression changed drastically: "Who asked you to meddle in my business!"

"It's just being betrayed by the teacher, and the Holy Maiden has already given up like this? Doesn't she even have the thought of revenge?" Wang Feng raised an eyebrow and asked.

Ander bit his lower lip hard, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes: "You don't understand how terrifying my teacher is."

"She's just a woman pretending to be dead, what's there to be afraid of?" Wang Feng curled his lip in disdain.

Even if Yi Zhisha is strong, she is only a super-level mage. She doesn't even have the Parthenon Divine Soul. How could she be stronger than him who has the power of a fourteen-winged Seraphim?
"That sounds nice!" Ander sneered. "You haven't seen what Yi Zhi Sha is capable of. Everyone who opposes her ends up badly, even her own brother—the world-renowned Holy Son Wen Tai—was personally sent to the Dark Judgment by her!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Chang, who was standing to the side, instantly turned gloomy.

"In the end, you're just a coward," Wang Feng sneered. "You'd rather jump off a cliff naked than confront Yi Zhisha head-on."

Ander gripped the bedsheet tightly, his knuckles turning white.

She couldn't refute it—the woman's shadow was indeed like a bone-deep affliction, robbing her of even the courage to resist.

"Now I'll give you two choices," Wang Feng suddenly said, holding up two fingers.

“Wh-what?” Ander looked up blankly.

“First,” a cluster of blood-red flames ignited at Wang Feng’s fingertips, “you will cooperate with me to take revenge on Yi Zhisha. After we succeed—” the flames suddenly transformed into the shape of a collar, “you will become my personal maid.”

Ander suddenly gripped the sheet tightly against his chest: "What's the other option?"

“Even simpler~ I’ll strip you naked and send you back to the Parthenon, so that all of Athens can admire the saint’s heroic act of jumping off the cliff.”

Ander trembled violently as if struck by lightning, the image of himself being publicly humiliated flashing through his mind.

She bit her lip hard until she tasted blood—

This is nothing short of the devil's whisper!

Voluntarily going to one's death is one thing, but being stripped naked and paraded through the streets is another.
Moreover, that tempting opportunity for revenge was like a poisoned apple, making her want to take a bite even though she knew it was dangerous.

Ander's chest heaved violently. Finally, he took a deep breath and looked directly at Wang Feng: "I promise you. As long as we can avenge our teacher, I will be your maid."

Wang Feng smiled with satisfaction: "Chang, take her to the hotel next door to settle in."

"Yes, Master~" Ye Chang gave an elegant curtsy and took out a plain white dress from her spatial artifact, tossing it to Ander. After the two left, Wang Feng strolled to the French windows.

The midday sun made the canals of Venice shimmer, and he stroked his chin, muttering to himself:

"Looks like I'll have to put some effort into collecting this set of saintess illustrations."

……

Time flies, and the battle for the top eight after the treasure hunt has already begun.

Interestingly, both the American and British teams, whenever they were drawn against China, chose to forfeit without hesitation.

These strong teams tacitly set their sights on the battle for second place.

The Chinese team thus advanced to the finals without lifting a finger.

Meanwhile, the battle for second place was fierce and intense.

Since Azharia did not choose to help the Greek team, the Egyptian team, relying on the "Pharaoh's Fountain," a resource that could be considered cheating, used a swarm of undead to overwhelm traditional powerhouses such as the United States and Great Britain.

But just when they were one step away from the championship, the Egyptian team conceded defeat to the Chinese team before the final.

When the Chinese team lifted the championship trophy, not a single person in the world questioned the value of this result.

The blood-red flames that scorched the heavens and boiled the seas during the treasure hunt could easily shatter the defenses of a hundred high-level mages, yet could also be precisely controlled to avoid harming them in the slightest.

This unparalleled power of destruction and control is clear even to a layman in the world of magic:

This Chinese captain has already reached another dimension.

……

"I was hoping to see Captain Wang Feng show off his skills again, but I didn't expect that there wasn't even a team willing to challenge him," a middle-aged man with a pipe in his mouth said with a sigh.

"Ha, do mortals even deserve to have gods intervene?" The silver-haired boy beside him sneered, arms crossed. "That's the 'King God' who stands at the pinnacle of magic!"

"That's right!" A bespectacled man with a strong-man hairstyle (Mediterranean) slammed his fist on the table excitedly. "So many years! Our China has finally produced a peerless genius who makes the whole world bow down!"

Cheers erupted from the stands. Although they hadn't seen their own team make a move, the sheer dominance of winning without fighting was all the more exhilarating.

It's like watching your opponents kneel before a king, losing even the courage to draw their swords—this kind of crushing victory is more exhilarating than any exciting duel!

...

Mo Fan lay back on the sofa, staring at the ceiling and sighing, "I should have known that once Lao Wang made his move, we wouldn't even have a chance to show off."

He patted the evolved Feichuan Armored Wolf with a sigh, feeling frustrated. This evolution was something he had to borrow money from his mentor, Pang Lai, to get!
Mu Nujiao gently stroked the exquisite soul wind flowing between her fingertips, a hint of disappointment flashing in her beautiful eyes as well.

The other team members also looked dejected—this championship was won so easily, it felt unreal.

"Truly an easy win," Jiang Yu exclaimed, pushing up his glasses.

"Everyone, perk up!" Instructor Feng Li tapped the table. "Go to Parthenon in three days to receive the Divine Seal Praise. Those who need to rest, rest; those who want to share good news, share good news."

As they left the meeting room, the mentors looked at each other in bewilderment.

They had prepared countless tactical plans, but they never expected that this year's championship would be won by the collective withdrawal of their opponents.

Feng Li looked at Wang Feng, who was surrounded by reporters in the distance, and couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly:
Just how much psychological trauma did this kid leave on the geniuses from all over the world during the treasure hunt?
(End of this chapter)