Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 234 The Great Distance, the Instructor Feng Li is Completely Baffled

"The materials used to forge this magical artifact are likely related to the Silverwing Ant Queen!" the first elder concluded.

"The most likely explanation is that it was taken from the 'crystal wing fragment' that fell off the Silverwing Ant Queen's body! Any part of the body of an emperor of that level, even a tiny fragment, contains terrifying power."

"Or... perhaps they are among their direct descendants, those equally powerful monarchical demons who inherited part of the imperial bloodline, such as 'Silverwing Princes' or 'Silverwing Grand Dukes'."

"The essence of a complete wing, taken after being hunted! Only materials of this caliber can withstand and transform such astonishing spatial speed!"

He let out a long sigh of relief, his tense nerves seeming to relax considerably: "It seems our previous worries... were misplaced. He's not some manipulated puppet, but simply a young mage who obtained a top-grade magical artifact forged from powerful demonic materials."

However, the most dangerous option was ruled out.

New and equally perplexing questions instantly filled the minds of the two old men.

Qin Xiaonan is a member of the Chinese National Team.

When they saw such a valuable treasure in his possession, their first and most "reasonable" reaction was to assume it belonged to the Chinese government.

Specifically, it is the result of the National Government team's resource pool—a result of their all-out investment.

After all, how could a high-level mage obtain materials from an emperor-level demon and forge them into magical artifacts on his own?

This sounds even more outrageous than the possibility that he is a puppet ruler! It's practically a fantasy!
"What are they thinking?!"

"This is simply... simply a desecration of a treasure! What fraction of the power can a high-level mage unleash? One-tenth? One-fifth? In a true battle between higher-level mages, it could have turned the tide of battle! And now... it's being used in the National Tournament?!"

"The Chinese have gone mad."

"However, this also suggests something—Chinese mages may have already fought against powerful individuals at the level of the Silverwing Ant Queen or her descendants without our knowledge, and may even... have gained something!"

"But they did not provide any formal notification or intelligence sharing to the Continental Magic Association!"

The temple elders engaged in countless speculations and conjectures regarding the exceptional winged magical artifact that had suddenly appeared on the body of this high-ranking mage:

However, they are very far from the truth...

No one could imagine that the Silverwing Ant Queen was actually Qin Xiaonan's subordinate.

After a brief discussion, the old man solemnly instructed, "Report our findings to the council of elders."

This tense "invitation" and probing has, in their view, reached a relatively clear conclusion.

Although the process was messy, at least the core crisis alert level can be temporarily downgraded.

Then, the powerful mental force transformed into an invisible spiritual message, which was transmitted to Ophelia Soren, who was in charge of handling the aftermath: "Ophelia, the test is over. Take them to the VIP area to rest and give them the treatment they deserve."

"Follow-up matters will be decided by the council of elders."

Upon receiving this belated but clear "end" order, Ophelia's tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

She took a deep breath, and her impeccable, elegant smile returned to her face.

"A magnificent battle! Qin Xiaonan, your strength is truly breathtaking. As expected of the world-renowned elite of the Chinese National Team, we... concede defeat."

He then gestured to the pale-faced guard standing beside him, "According to the rules, this is the national emblem that your country deserves." A badge symbolizing the recognition of the US national emblem was solemnly handed to Qin Xiaonan.

Then, Ophelia continued, "You have all come from afar and have had a...friendly sparring session. You must be tired."

"Please follow me. The National Pavilion has prepared a rest area and a sumptuous dinner for you."

She personally hosted Qin Xiaonan and the other members of the National Government for a meal. Her status was not ordinary, and she was giving them ample face at this moment.
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at the same time
Douglas Kane, the US coach in charge of exchanges between the US and Chinese national teams, is contacting Feng Li, the coach of the Chinese national team.

His tone was sarcastic.

"Feng Li! Your China really went all out this time! Well done!" Douglas's words made Feng Li frown.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Feng Li replied gruffly.

"Stop pretending! Feng Li!" Douglas raised his voice.

"That Qin Xiaonan! Qin Xiaonan from your National Team! His Winged Magic Tool! Those silver wings! You dare say that wasn't your National Team's most prized possession, specially equipped for him?"

"Just to catch us off guard at the National Tournament?"

"For the sake of a ranking in a world university competition, you're even willing to give this level of magical artifact to a high-level mage? This is quite a feat... tsk tsk tsk, I, Douglas, am impressed! Truly impressed! But, aren't you a bit too daring to admit it?"

"Winged Demon Tool?" Feng Li was taken aback, then realized what he meant.

As a totem guardian, Qin Xiaonan's supreme monarch-level totems obey his commands, so it's not surprising that he possesses several top-grade magical artifacts.

Feng Li felt that Qin Xiaonan must have caused another big commotion and made the Americans suffer a great loss.

But Douglas's "questioning" attitude, coupled with his "confirmation that it was public property," instantly ignited Feng Li's volatile temper.

Throughout his life, Feng Li acted with integrity and uprightness, and he hated being wronged!
Especially since he was wrongly accused by a sour American!

"Bullshit!" Feng Li's roar was like a thunderclap.

"Douglas! Listen to me clearly! Our National Team has never given Qin Xiaonan any secret magical artifacts! Not a single one! I, Feng Li, am straightforward and honest! If I didn't do it, I didn't do it! Don't try to pin this on me!"

Feng Li was so angry that his beard bristled. "What that kid has is his own skill! What has it to do with our National Team!"

"If your men get beaten to a pulp by him, it's because you're not skilled enough! Stop spouting nonsense! If you dare to slander me again, believe me, I'll fly over right now and give you a taste of my own medicine!"

Feng Li's denial was resolute and filled with rage, making it seem completely unbelievable.

But to Douglas, these words sounded more like a cover-up – how could such a precious magical artifact be the “own skill” of a high-level mage?
This is even more outrageous than the National Team's all-out support!

Douglas listened to Feng Li's words and sneered inwardly: "Ha, the Chinese, so stubborn! They dare to do it but not admit it!"

This negotiation was destined to end badly, and the misunderstandings and undercurrents surrounding Qin Xiaonan and his mysterious silver wings were only just beginning to surface.

(End of this chapter)