Versatile Mage: I have 999 talents!

Chapter 211 A Tyrant Who Can Both Retreat and Expand

Headquarters of the Asian Magic Association, top floor of the Wizard Tower in Dubai.

Su Lu sat in the head seat, her fingers lightly tapping the wooden armrest, her gaze coldly looking down at Ke Lingxi kneeling on the ground: "You mean, you all provoked Wang Feng, and as a result, everyone except you is dead?"

Ke Lingxi trembled, his forehead pressed against the cold marble floor. "Yes, yes, Mr. Lu." Sweat pooled in front of him. "He also asked me to give you a message."

Su Lu's eyes suddenly turned dangerous, and the air in the entire conference room seemed to freeze: "Speak."

“He told you to wash your neck and wait for him at the Burj Khalifa,” Ke Lingxi said, then almost collapsed to the ground.

"boom!"

The wooden handrail was suddenly crushed to pieces. Su Lu glanced grimly at the shadows in the corner and nodded slightly.

The shadow beneath Ke Lingxi's feet suddenly came to life, and several pitch-black chains silently wrapped around his limbs.

"Mr. Lu! Spare me!" The shrill screams echoed in the hall, but Su Lu just watched indifferently as he was dragged into the shadows little by little.

After a moment, the hall fell silent again.

There was no trace left on the smooth ground, as if Ke Lingxi had never been there.

"A bunch of useless idiots!"

Su Lu rubbed his temples, forcing himself to calm down, and quickly weighed the pros and cons in his mind—as the chief executive of Dubai, he knew Wang Feng's background better than anyone else.

That monster that could cripple Archangel Michael was not something an ordinary forbidden spellcaster could contend with!
Even though he was a master of three forbidden spells and stood at the pinnacle of human mages, he felt a chill run down his spine.

"Damn it!" He suddenly flew into a rage and overturned the crystal table in front of him, the precious crystal artifacts shattering into pieces on the ground.

"The Black Dragon Emperor has escaped my control, all the clues to the Chinese totem have been severed, and now I've attracted this nemesis!"

The Dubai chief, who is always very particular about his demeanor, was pacing back and forth in the hall like a caged beast.
As Su Lu passed the window for the seventh time, she suddenly stopped.

“Xizhe.” His voice suddenly became eerily calm. “Prepare double, no, triple the amount of the generous gifts. You will personally go to Asuka City to apologize.”

A white man in a well-tailored suit appeared silently in the shadows.

"As you wish, Mr. Deer."

……

Asuka City.

"Congressman Wang Feng, Mr. Lu is deeply sorry for what Ke Lingxi and others did in your territory."

Xi Zhe bowed slightly, respectfully holding a crystal-clear spatial bracelet in both hands, and gently placed it on the mahogany desk.

Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, causing the surface of the bracelet to shimmer with iridescent colors.

"All of this was done without authorization by Ke Lingxi and others; Mr. Lu was indeed unaware of it."

Wang Feng leaned back in the high-backed chair, his slender fingers gently tapping the armrest.

He squinted, his gaze shifting back and forth between Xi Zhe's sincere face and the priceless apology gift.

This was completely beyond his expectation.

He had imagined countless possibilities: Su Lu would fly into a rage and launch the Angel Hunting Plan ahead of schedule.

Or they could use their political connections to put pressure on Speaker Shao Zheng.

They even laid a trap in Dubai, waiting for him to walk right into it.
Unexpectedly, Su Lu followed her heart and sent Xi Zhe, who could independently release forbidden light magic and almost melted Mo Fan, to apologize with gifts.

To be honest, he didn't have any ill feelings towards Su Lu, this ruthless and ambitious man.

It's perfectly normal for a powerful person standing at the top of the world to have ambition.

The fact that so many powerful people are willing to follow him speaks volumes about his extraordinary personal charisma.

As for using human children's hearts instead of Titan hearts to seal the Black Dragon Emperor's breath...

If we really want to hold someone accountable, we can't really blame Su Lu.

As the one in a superior position, all he needs to do is issue orders—

"Collecting the Hearts of Titan Children"

He might know what methods his subordinates used to achieve their goals, but he would never care. Those who achieve great things do not concern themselves with trifles.

Just like the demon-themed experiments.

If the Five Continents Magic Associations hadn't intervened urgently, those horrific sacrifices would probably still be ongoing...

Unfortunately, Su Lu is already on his kill list.

Wang Feng's gaze fell on Su Lu's "apology," and his immense spiritual power surged into the spatial bracelet like a tide.

The next second, his pupils suddenly contracted, and even his breathing faltered.

An ancient, forbidden book that glows with a ghostly light!
A Celestial-Rank Magical Tool!
There's another one... a sub-celestial being?!
Even with Wang Feng's composure, he couldn't help but feel a tremor in his heart at this moment.

Su Lu, what a grand gesture!

The Holy City does indeed explicitly prohibit the practice of forbidden arts, but that is merely a rule used to restrain ordinary mages.

Every true powerhouse has a few trump cards up their sleeve.

The ancestral family's "curse possession technique"

Su Lu's "Dark River"

Michael's "Sacrificial Prayer"

Which one isn't a forbidden technique stained with blood?
Not to mention Heavenly-rank magical artifacts and sub-Heavenly Seeds—treasures like these are enough to make any mage flock to them!
Wang Feng paused slightly, the words of refusal he was about to utter swirling on his tongue before finally transforming into a meaningful smile:

"I appreciate Mr. Lu's sincerity."

Given Su Lu's ambitions, the two will inevitably clash sooner or later.

but……

This "apology" is just too good to pass up.

Why not take it if it's free? Anyway—

Su Lu will bring this upon herself sooner or later!
What's wrong with letting him enjoy his freedom for a while longer?

Upon seeing this, Xi Zhe gave a respectful and restrained smile, bowed slightly, and performed a standard Buddhist monk's salute.

"Thank you for your magnanimity, Councilor Wang Feng."

His voice was steady and humble, as if he were truly conveying a sincere apology.

"I will convey your words to Mr. Lu without missing a single one."

...

Once Xi Zhe's figure had completely disappeared, Wang Feng flicked his finger, and the forbidden magic book, gleaming with an eerie light, floated in his palm.

He slightly closed his eyes, and his powerful spiritual energy swept across the pages of the book like a fine spider web. Only after confirming that there were no hidden spiritual imprints, curses, or any tracking methods did he slowly turn the pages.

——Wow.

On the yellowed pages, the ink seemed to move as if alive, revealing the cultivation methods of three forbidden techniques.

Even more surprisingly, there is a revised annotation written by Su Lu himself, with handwriting as sharp as a knife.

Wang Feng's gaze lingered on the first forbidden technique, and his eyebrows suddenly twitched:
"The Dark River...?"

Of course he remembered this forbidden technique—in the original timeline, Su Lu had used it to tear open a rift in the dark dimension, devouring tens of thousands of beings in Dubai along with Sha Jia and Mo Fan, and pulling them into the dark dimension.

"I never expected Su Lu to actually bring out this forbidden technique."

The other two forbidden techniques are extreme forbidden techniques that come at the cost of self-destruction.

The first type can burn essence blood to instantly restore magical energy and mental strength, while greatly increasing the speed of spell casting.

The second method is even more insane, directly burning one's soul to gain a massive increase in the power and range of magic.

"It does have some merits, though." Wang Feng rubbed his chin and put the magic book away.

(End of this chapter)