Versatile Mage: I have 999 talents!

Chapter 181 10-Minute Speedrun of the Sacred Mountain, That's it?

Zhu Meng's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but ask, "Chief, is the guardian of this first level really that weak?"

Pang Lai's lips twitched: "."

“It’s not that it’s weak,” he took a deep breath, “it’s that Wang Feng is too freakish!”

Who would have thought that someone could capture the Greek bronze beast, known for its carnage, with their bare hands!

“But things won’t be that simple from here on out,” Pang Lai added gravely.

When he tried to pass the second level, he suffered greatly at the hands of the immortal and indestructible gargoyle.

On the mountain path, Wang Feng had already arrived in front of the second statue.

The gargoyle with evil horns had already awakened when Wang Feng stepped onto the mountain path.

It witnessed the horrific scene of the Greek bronze beast being instantly killed, and now it cunningly holds its breath and pretends to be an ordinary stone statue.

The moment Wang Feng's foot landed—

"Hehehe! Success!"

The gargoyle suddenly sprang up, its sharp claws piercing straight for the heart!
A ferocious smugness appeared on its ugly face. This attack was something it had been planning for a long time, and it was three times faster than usual!
"Bang!" The claws only tore through a wisp of air.

The gargoyle's ferocious smile froze on his face.

Before it could react, a large, iron-like hand had already grabbed its throat and lifted it up!
"Having seen the fate of your companions, haven't you learned your lesson yet?" Wang Feng's icy voice sent shivers down its spine. "After being cursed for so many years, have you lost even the most basic judgment?"

Crimson flames erupted from Wang Feng's palm, instantly engulfing the gargoyle.

Amidst the mournful howls, this immortal monster, which struck fear into the hearts of countless challengers, vanished into a wisp of smoke.

...

"Is there a difference?" Zhu Meng asked, stammering, after being instantly defeated in the second round.

Pang Lai's face twitched, and he was completely speechless.

"Chief Pang Lai, what is the third challenge?" Feng Li asked solemnly.

"The third challenge," Pang Lai took a deep breath, "is a vampire who has lived for two thousand years."

"Two thousand years?!" Zhu Meng's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "A vampire who lives for a thousand years is already at the monarch level, right? Then this..."

On the mountain path, Wang Feng had arrived in front of the third statue.

An elegant man dressed in classic aristocratic attire stood quietly, his scarlet eyes scrutinizing the newcomer.

When Bora smelled the familiar scent on Wang Feng, her pupils contracted sharply.

"Get out of the way," Wang Feng said calmly.

“No,” Bora shook her head. “The fourth level is a Silvermoon Titan, and even I’m not confident I can defeat it.”

"I'm saying this for the last time!" Wang Feng's eyes suddenly turned cold. "Get out of the way!"

Bora shuddered, but remained steadfastly rooted to the spot: "Then let me see if you're qualified to move forward!"

"Shh-"

Before she finished speaking, Bora's body suddenly exploded, turning into a sky full of blood-red bats.

Each bat's eyes gleamed with an eerie red light as they swarmed towards Wang Feng!
A surge of silver light erupted in Wang Feng's eyes, and an invisible spiritual pressure instantly enveloped the entire mountain path.

The blood-red bats seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall, falling from mid-air and creating countless cracks on the steps.

"boom!"

The crimson bat reformed into Bora's form, who knelt on one knee, placed his right hand on his chest, and bowed respectfully: "Please forgive me."

Wang Feng didn't even glance at him, and strode past him, heading towards the fourth level.

Bora stared at Wang Feng's retreating figure, her crimson pupils flashing with fanatical light.

"It's a new owner!"

At the foot of the mountain, Pang Lai stood there, mouth agape, completely stunned.

This...this isn't right, is it?!
Where's the director? Did they get the wrong script?!

"chief."

"Shut up!" "I wanted to ask why this vampire..."

"Don't ask!"

"I……"

"Don't talk!"

While it is certainly a good thing that Wang Feng passed the third level so easily.

But without a doubt, Pang Lai's old face was slapped in the face once again.

...

"What...what is Bora doing? How can he kneel before an intruder? Has he gone mad?!" The hot-tempered Hailong shouted.

The people from the Knights' Hall and the Goddess' Hall were dumbfounded. Their most mysterious vampire Bora, one of their four guardian stone statues, was actually kneeling and bowing to someone else...

"I knew this vampire had no loyalty whatsoever. Perhaps he had long harbored rebellious intentions and was using this opportunity to challenge the authority of our Parthenon Temple. He should have been wiped out long ago!" Great Sage Merora sneered.

Wang Feng had already passed the third guardian statue, and the believers and some busybodies at the Faith Temple were already in an uproar, feeling that the Parthenon had lost most of its face.

Those who pass through these four guardian statues can even meet the goddess.

The Goddess of Problems holds an incomparably noble position. Even the Vice-Head of the Knights Hall must apply to the Temple Mother and see if the Goddess agrees before meeting her alone. The meeting must also be conducted formally, like a meeting, under the supervision of other great sages.

Those who manage to cross the sacred mountain will have a private meeting, and the knights will have to wait outside!
The goddess is loved and admired by millions, and everyone wants to see her.

If Wang Feng really manages to get through this, or if the world thinks their ancient mountain path is easily defeated...

Then, every day there will probably be tens of thousands of reckless young challengers, one wave after another, without end.

They shouldn't call themselves Parthenon anymore, they should just call themselves Guardians of Athena!
...

On the mountaintop, the weather suddenly changed.

The roar of the Silvermoon Titan shook the heavens, and the entire sacred mountain trembled at its furious cry.

Its massive, mountain-like body slowly rose to its feet. Its silver armor gleamed coldly in the moonlight, and its bulging muscles contained a terrifying power capable of shattering mountains and splitting the earth.

"Boom——"

With just one step, the entire Xinghe Mountain Road trembled violently.

The giant foot, like a pillar supporting the sky, rose high, and its shadow instantly enveloped the entire mountain path.

If that kick lands, it might crush the mountain into dust!

Wang Feng remained unmoved, only slowly raising his head.

Just as the giant foot was less than three meters from his head...

"Buzz!"

A dazzling silver-white halo suddenly bloomed!

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

A human-like look of horror appeared on the Silvermoon Titan's ferocious face.

"Spatial Rhythm - Sword Mark!"

From between Wang Feng's brows, the spiritual power of the Ninth Realm erupted forth, transforming into an invisible blade that swept across.

"laugh--"

The Silvermoon Titan's massive body suddenly froze.

A line of blood slowly appeared from the right shoulder to the left waist.

boom! ! !
Blood cascaded down like a celestial river, and the Titan's body collapsed with a deafening roar, smashing half of the mountain path to pieces.

At the foot of the mountain, there was a deathly silence.

Zhu Meng's binoculars fell to the ground with a 'clatter': "That's it?"

Feng Li glanced stiffly at the timer: "Ten minutes? From the first level to the fourth level."

Both of their gazes turned to Pang Lai simultaneously, their eyes filled with the same question:
You couldn't even get past the third level back then?
Pang Lai's face turned ashen, and he suddenly broke into a violent cough: "Cough, cough... The mountain wind is quite noisy today."

(End of this chapter)