Versatile Mage: I have 999 talents!

Chapter 262: Let Mochizuki Chika come out and greet the guests!
Ten minutes ago, on the pitch-black sea.

Wang Feng sped along, stepping on a wave, the thick sea fog around him reducing visibility to less than ten meters.

Suddenly, the seawater beneath my feet surged violently, and a gigantic mouth covered with spiraling teeth burst forth from the waves.

"Huh? The Shark King?"

Wang Feng lightly touched the ground with his toes, and a bright white light suddenly bloomed around him.

In an instant, the churning waves froze into a hideous ice sculpture, and the leaping shark king remained frozen in mid-air, still in a predatory pose.

The ice-covered area expanded rapidly, instantly transforming a hundred-mile stretch of sea into a giant ice mirror, where even the splashing waves were frozen into glistening ice beads.

A pale green essence floated out from the Shark Lord's body and was swallowed whole by the little white tiger in the contract space. Then, like the Black Tortoise, it fell into a brief slumber.

“No wonder the Wangyue family requested reinforcements.” Wang Feng gazed thoughtfully at the turbulent sea in the distance.

The Shark People's Kingdom is just a tiny country in the vast Pacific Ocean's demonic empire.

They do not have a large population, nor do they have many vassal races like other siren empires.

But heaven bestowed upon them a terrifying bloodline talent—

Newborns are born as warriors, and upon reaching adulthood, they will inevitably reach the level of commanders. Those with exceptional talent can easily break through to the level of monarchs.

This is why, despite its small territory, the Shark People's Kingdom possesses a formidable high-end combat force that is renowned throughout the Pacific.

"If Qianxun is unwilling to introduce her best friend to come and play, then that's just not right."

His figure blurred into a blur as he sped swiftly toward the Shark People's army.

...

As Wang Feng approached the battlefield, what came into view was the utterly routed Osaka defense line—

The shark warriors had torn open a breach and surged onto the shore like a tidal wave.

"Osaka's defenses are so weak? Where is Sariel?" Wang Feng frowned.

According to the rules he established, the wandering angels must intervene when an imperial-level calamity occurs.

But now the king of the Shark People has personally led a large army to press on the border, and Sariel is nowhere to be seen.

"Could it be that he's no longer in Osaka?"

As he whispered, Wang Feng drew the Tai'a sword from thin air.

The ancient patterns on the sword gleamed, and he transformed into a streak of light, heading straight for the Shark King.

Before the shark warriors along the way could even get close, they were crushed into pieces by the invisible mental pressure.

The king of the Shark Kingdom finally noticed the "little guy" rushing towards them.

It swung its massive tail dismissively, creating a tsunami hundreds of meters high.

The waves, strewn with broken coral and rocks, are powerful enough to flatten an entire coastline.

"Space Compass·Dead Axis!"

Wang Feng's eyes flashed with silver light as the Tai'a sword gently slashed past him.

A tiny spatial rift quietly appeared, and wherever it passed, the towering waves were neatly split in two.

The seawater that was cut open was instantly swallowed by the void, and not even a drop of water could splash onto Wang Feng's clothes.

The Shark King's amber-colored vertical pupils suddenly contracted, and he finally put away his contempt.

Its thick webbed claws gripped the white bone trident, which was carved from the spine of a deep-sea behemoth, and dark red demonic power coiled around the tip of the trident as if it were a tangible substance.

"The Holy Kingdom!"

A towering soul shadow suddenly appeared behind Wang Feng, and at the same time, a magnificent phantom of the holy city was projected over the entire sea area.

The ancient city walls are engraved with countless runes, and every brick and stone radiates a sacred light.

"boom--!!!"

The moment the white bone trident collided with the phantom of the holy city, the sea surface within a radius of dozens of miles suddenly sank.

Dark red lightning spread across the sea like a spider web, and the shark guards protecting the king didn't even have time to scream before being crushed into blood mist by the shockwave.

Wang Feng's figure emerged from the fog at the center of the explosion, and a beam of azure light landed on the massive body of the Shark King—

That is the power of the Eye of Time.
The Shark King's massive body suddenly froze, even his thoughts were momentarily frozen. "Slay the Demon!"

The twenty elements of fused magic surged within the sword, transforming into a slash that swept across the heavens and earth.

Where the sword flashed, a clear black crack appeared in space, and the head of the Shark King, inlaid with agate and coral, slowly tilted.
...

"This...how is this possible!"

The Eight Serpents of the Moon Shrine's pupils trembled, their lips quivered slightly, and they stared intently at the figure that stood like a god.

He had never seen such terrifying humans! Even the archangels in the angelic hierarchy were only capable of repelling emperor-level demons.

Want to kill him in one strike?

It’s simply a fantasy!

But what he saw before him forced him to believe it—

Even emperor-level beings were crushed like ants in the hands of this black-haired youth!
"Who...who is he?!" Mochizuki Hachi's voice was hoarse, as if his throat was being choked by an invisible hand.

Everyone looked at each other in shock, but no one answered.

Just then, Wangyue Mingjian's pupils suddenly contracted, and a familiar figure flashed through his mind—

"Uncle, his name is Wang Feng. He is the captain of this year's Chinese National Team and has led the team to challenge the Osaka National Hall before."

"The captain of the Chinese National Team? And from this year's cohort?!" Mochizuki Hachiya turned his head sharply, his eyes filled with disbelief. "Are you kidding me?!"

"How could I dare to joke about something like this?" Wang Yuemingjian gave a wry smile. "Besides... my daughter and he have a fairly good relationship."

The Eight Serpents of Mochizuki gasped, a storm raging within them—

How could such a young captain of the National Team be able to kill an emperor?!
"They've retreated! The Shark Man Kingdom's army has retreated!" the staff officer suddenly exclaimed.

Everyone immediately looked towards the battlefield—

The moment the Shark King was killed, the originally ferocious and bloodthirsty Shark warriors fled like stray dogs, even abandoning the mindless giant beasts to cover their retreat!

"Give the order! The entire army will attack, wipe out the remaining enemy, and drive the sea monsters out of the coast by a hundred miles!" Wangyue Bashe shouted sternly.

"Yes, sir!" The officers obeyed and quickly rushed to the battlefield.

The Eight Serpents of Mochizuki took a deep breath, turned to look at the Mochizuki Sword, their eyes filled with unprecedented solemnity—

“Famous sword, come with me to meet that… 'master' who slew the emperor.”

"Hi!"

……

Wang Feng raised his hand and captured the emperor's essence of the Shark King, which transformed into a green stream of light.

Immediately afterwards, the power of the Abyss of Fiends surged in his palm, and the enormous imperial corpse, as large as a mountain, was instantly swallowed into the alternate dimension.

An emperor's body is a treasure trove!
Even the most ordinary scales can be forged into a Heaven-Rank Demonic Weapon, let alone a nearly complete imperial corpse.

If entrusted to a top-tier weapon-refining master, it could even be used to forge a set of inherited magical artifacts that surpass the Heavenly Rank!

In the distance, the fleeing sirens receded like a tide, and Wang Feng did not pursue them.

Demons can never be completely eradicated.

Moreover, with the death of the Shark King, the entire Shark Kingdom will inevitably fall into internal strife and may even be annexed by other sea monster empires.

There was absolutely no need for him to take any further action.

……

Wang Feng's figure slowly descended in front of the Shuangshou Pavilion.

Wangyue Mingjian was already waiting there, with an old man who looked somewhat similar to him standing beside him.

"Thank you so much for saving us, sir!" Mochizuki Yasusa bowed deeply, his tone extremely respectful. "If you have any requests, sir, our Mochizuki clan will do everything in our power to fulfill them!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Feng gently stroked his chin with his fingertips, a slight smile playing on his lips:
"Qianxun...is she there?"

The Eight Serpents of the Moonlit Night were taken aback at first, then a look of understanding flashed in their eyes, and they immediately turned to the Moonlit Night Sword Master and said:

"Mingjian, go and call Qianxun out to greet the guests!"

(End of this chapter)