Versatile Mage: One innate talent for each system

Chapter 143 Disgusting South Korea

In her terror, Fang Shaoli saw a woman's face on the twisted, ghostly body.

That's Carly!

"Master, it hurts so much!!" Carly wailed, her distorted face stained with translucent tears of blood.

what happened?

Before Fang Shaoli could think, the twisted ghost had smashed through the glass and entered the room.

Fang Shaoli hurriedly retaliated, but the twisted ghost was already an advanced-stage commander, which was beyond her ability to withstand.

With just one impact, Fang Shaoli's bones were shattered and she coughed up a lot of blood.

The twisted ghost moved quickly, its waving arms reaching out to grab Fang Shaoli.

Having reached a life-or-death moment, Fang Shaoli held nothing back, tearing open her clothes to reveal her wheat-colored skin.

It has to be said that this woman has a very impressive figure. If she were to undress in front of a normal man, I doubt many men could resist her.

But she was in front of a twisted monster, which wouldn't react at all; it would only want to devour her even more.

Fang Shaoli's purpose was not to bewitch or distort ghosts, but to release the poisonous mother within her body that had suddenly died.

She laughed uncontrollably, her muscles bulging rapidly until they resembled blocks of granite piled up on her body.

Her entire face became extremely ugly, and it was impossible to tell that she was still a woman.

The suddenly deceased poisonous mother opened her ugly mouth, and her saliva sizzled and steamed as it fell to the ground.

The battle between the suddenly deceased Poison Mother and the twisted ghost is about to begin.

The entire villa became their battlefield; with each collision, the surroundings shook as if an earthquake had struck!

But just a few minutes later, the suddenly deceased Poison Mother was tightly gripped by the twisted ghost.

The gap in strength between the two is still too large.

After finishing off the suddenly deceased poisonous mother in a few bites, an endless hunger surged up again.

"I'm so hungry!!!!" the twisted monster roared incessantly.

Hunger drove it to continue searching for other members of the Black Vatican on the island.

On this day, the members of the Black Vatican were plunged into unprecedented fear, as they would be found by the twisted monsters no matter where they hid.

What awaited them was being torn apart and swallowed alive, ultimately merging with the twisted monsters.

The twisted ghost's immense power was such that even the Gold War Hunters dared not easily clash with it.

When the Inquisition reported the news from the island, the Magic Association issued an order: ignore the Twisted Ghost's hunting of the Black Church, and ensure that it does not suddenly attack ordinary people.

Roars echoed across the island from time to time, terrifying everyone who feared that the horrific, twisted monster would appear before them.

However, their fear did not last long. The twisted creature had already killed all the Black Vatican members on the island and then suddenly disappeared. No one knew where it went.

However, in a high-level information file, the old king was added to the list once again.

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Meanwhile, the Chinese national team has arrived in South Korea for training.

The Korean National Stadium Duel Arena.

"I don't mean it just to you, I mean you are all trash!" Mo Fan raised his middle finger, giving the Korean mage a friendly gesture.

The Korean monks were furious but dared not speak out; their eyes could spit fire.

Mo Fan wouldn't do this for no reason; the reason was that he was disgusted as soon as he arrived in this country.

For example, during the national team's sparring match, they didn't give the Chinese national team any rest time; they just had a meal and then immediately started sparring.

Moreover, they get to choose the rules and opponents for the competition, giving them a clear home advantage.

It's important to know that other countries' national teams discuss and negotiate the rules, prioritizing the opinions of the visiting national teams. Furthermore, they also choose their opponents based on the national teams' preferences, denying themselves any home-field advantage. Of course, this is nothing compared to other countries' systems.

What's most infuriating is that before the sparring match even started, many members of the Huaxia National Team started having diarrhea, and even Nan Rongni's treatment wasn't very effective.

They immediately realized that South Korea had poisoned them.

But South Korea refuses to admit it.

It disgusted everyone, and Mo Fan was furious, vowing to tear down the Korean pavilion.

Fortunately, South Korea selected Mo Fan as their first choice.

So Mo Fan single-handedly conquered South Korea.

"Damn, that really got to me! Those Koreans are disgusting. They have absolutely no sportsmanship in magic competitions. They deserve to be eliminated from the Venice National Palace Tournament. Ugh!" Mo Fan was still cursing after the sparring session ended.

“It’s an old tradition of South Korea. Not only are they weak, but they also like to pull a lot of disgusting dirty tricks. Many national teams don’t want to come here. Our coach sent us here just to experience the local customs and culture, just in case we get tricked elsewhere,” Ai Jiangtu said.

"This is absolutely disgusting!" Mo Fan cursed.

“We’ll just have some friendly sparring in South Korea, no need for any real training. We’ll head to the next country tonight,” Jiang Yuan said.

"Hurry up, hurry up, I never want to come to South Korea in my life," Mo Fan said impatiently.

Everyone nodded and decided not to wait until evening; they would buy tickets and leave now.

The tickets were booked quickly, and everyone rushed to the airport to wait for takeoff.

"Do you know that a major event has occurred in the country?" Jiang Shaoxu suddenly asked.

"What? Which city was attacked by demons?" Mo Fan had experienced two demon attacks before and remembered them vividly, so he immediately thought of this.

Jiang Shaoxu shook his head.

"Is it about Jianghai Island?" Mu Nujiao recalled the news she had learned from China some time ago.

“Yes.” Jiang Shaoxu nodded.

Upon hearing this news, the curiosity that had just been piqued in others immediately vanished.

Only Mo Fan stared wide-eyed: "What is it? Tell me! What do you mean by saying only halfway through???"

"You spend all day staring at those long legs on the street, you don't even know what's happening on the rivers and islands back home. This has caused quite a stir internationally," Guan Yu said.

"No, then tell me!"

Mo Fan was getting impatient; his curiosity was driving him crazy.

“A large number of Black Vatican members appeared on Jianghai Island, and they are all dead,” Mu Ningxue said abruptly.

"Huh? Who did this?" Mo Fan exclaimed in surprise.

"It seems to be a kind of terrifying and twisted undead. I heard it has dozens of faces and dozens of pairs of hands and feet, but there's no more information about what it is," Zhao Manyan explained.

Not many people know anything about the twisted ghost.

But Mo Fan, as a witness, saw it with his own eyes, and it greatly shocked him at the time.

Upon hearing Zhao Manyan's description, he immediately thought of the twisted undead.

"I know, it must be a Twisted Undead!" Mo Fan exclaimed.

"Twisted Undead?"

Guan Yu and the others looked puzzled.

"Yes, this spirit was in the ancient capital, when the ancient king..." Mo Fan vividly recounted what he had seen and heard in the ancient capital that day, creating a very vivid picture.

Everyone was stunned.

And the one who started it all, Jiang Yuan, is meditating with his eyes closed, planning to quickly bring his spatial skills to the high-level full cultivation!

(End of this chapter)