Random Treasure Chests in Full-Time Magician

Chapter 122 Beautiful Country Pavilion

After being thrown out, Bai Feng dusted himself off, smiled bitterly, and booked another room. His lips twitched occasionally, and he would gasp for breath.

"Pfft~" Mo Fan happened to see this scene, and he was kicked out by Mu Ningxue.

Bai Feng clenched his fist and said to Mo Fan, "Come on, it's been a long time since we've had a fight, let's spar!"

Under Mo Fan's horrified gaze, Bai Feng pulled Mo Fan out. Boom! Bang! Crack! Thud!

"Ouch! Holy crap! Lao Bai, you're a real beast!" Mo Fan rubbed his swollen cheek and cursed loudly!

"Hahaha! If you can beat me, I won't complain at all!" Bai Feng said cheerfully.

"Ouch! Damn it, ouch! I'll beat you up sooner or later!" Mo Fan gasped as he rubbed the sore spot.

The following day, the group crossed the Mexican border into the United States. Shortly after arriving in New York, they encountered Oruna, the mage from the Temple of Liberty who had participated in the attack on the Red Ornament Guild.

As if she had been waiting for everyone, she appeared immediately upon seeing them.

Upon seeing the woman in the purple-gold robe, with her graceful figure and aloof appearance, Zhao Manyan immediately approached her.

"Ms. Oluna, did you come here specifically to welcome us?" Zhao Manyan approached with a lewd grin, affectionately taking Oluna's jade-like hands in his.

"I'll take you to the National Hall. Strictly speaking, I'm practically a teacher there," Oluna said to the National Hall students, pulling her hand back as if nothing had happened.

"Alright, thank you, Miss Oluna!" Everyone looked at each other, wondering what this woman was up to, but Bi Jiangtu still agreed, after all, one can't hit a smiling face.

"This is the person you've been waiting for? He doesn't seem that great!" At this moment, a sharp-eyed young man stepped out from behind Oruna, making no attempt to hide his dissatisfaction.

"This is my younger brother, Ferome, who is also a player for the National Team. You two can get to know each other." Oluna gave a bright smile and introduced the brown-haired young man in a friendly tone.

"Heh, I could take you down with one hand!" Mo Fan didn't hide his sarcasm at all. You've already come to my doorstep, I'm going to give you a good beating!

"I could beat you without even using my hands!"

Fromm gave a disdainful smile and said to Mo Fan, "Those trash pirates from the Red Ornament Guild are just lucky. If they hadn't scattered, I could have taken them down just as easily! You're here to get medals, right? I would never let someone like you with no real skills get our medals. That would be an insult to our medals."

Mo Fan was about to hurl a few more insults when Bai Feng interrupted him, saying with displeasure, "Shut up if you don't want your tongue ripped out! Also, learn to be humble!"

Every word Bai Feng spoke was imbued with the power of space and the killing intent of a sword, spreading towards Ferom. How could a little baby like him, protected by his older sister, possibly withstand the killing intent that Bai Feng had gathered from killing tens of thousands of undead?

Ta-da!

Fromm retreated a great distance, his face pale, staring at Bai Feng in terror. He had just witnessed a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, and it seemed as if he would be killed on the spot at any moment!

Oruna glanced thoughtfully at Bai Feng, then stepped forward to help her younger brother up, and whispered to Ferome, "Be careful, that person is very strong, even I might not be a match for him!"

Fromm stared at his sister in horror. His sister was a high-level master of three elements, with almost no rivals among those at the high level. Even his sister might not be his match. It seemed he really needed to tone it down.

"Let me show you around the scenery." Oluna returned to her cold expression, but her tone remained gentle. She would never be as rude as her brother, because she sensed several dangerous auras among this group of Chinese people.

The group was led by Oruna to see some of the local customs and culture, and it has to be said that it was not as good as back home.

When the group arrived at the National Pavilion of the Beautiful Country, they saw a large number of national flags, from different countries, displayed at the entrance.

"What are these?" Jiang Yu stepped forward and began to look through them, each national flag marked with a large number.

"These are all countries that have come here to challenge us," Oluna said casually after glancing around.

"Does the fact that all these flags have numbers on them mean they all failed the challenge? But there are so many of them, all of them have numbers on them!" Jiang Yu exclaimed in surprise as he looked through the flags.

"The pavilion of this beautiful country is quite impressive!" Jiang Shaoxu said, holding Mo Li's little hand as they stood at the back.

"It's nothing special." Bai Feng has almost recovered, but his face is still a little pale.

"Yes, yes, yes! Who among the younger generation can compare to a monster like you!" Mo Fan rolled his eyes and said.

"Seriously, it's pointless for other countries to mark us with an 'X' if they fail to challenge us, but we just arrived today and haven't even challenged you yet, so why are you marking us with an 'X'? It's so disrespectful," Jiang Yu said angrily after seeing this.

Fromm glanced at Bai Feng cautiously, saying nothing. Just then, a rugged-looking man wearing a silk scarf walked out of the National Pavilion. Upon seeing the man approaching, Fromm's eyes showed clear respect and apprehension, and he respectfully greeted him, "Captain."

His tone was completely different from before; to put it bluntly, it sounded like that of a traitor and lackey.

"You're from the Huaguofu team, right?" Boblin asked, looking at Ai Jiangtu and the others.

"Shouldn't we be given a reason for this?" Jiang Shaoxu said, pointing to the red cross next to Huaxia.

Bob, however, remained completely unfazed, smiling confidently as he said, "I have something to do later, and it would be troublesome if I forgot, so I just filled it out casually. Anyway, you can't win!"

Nan Jue looked at Boblin and said in a deep voice, "Isn't this a bit disrespectful to us?"

She had seen arrogant people before, but she had never encountered anyone this arrogant!

Boblin scoffed and said dismissively, "Respect is reserved for those with strength, but... do you have it?"

"Oh right, I forgot that you Chinese are the most humble people."

"It's understandable that people without strength behave this way. But our country doesn't need to be humble because we have the strength."

"You'd better go out around noon in the future, or you'll get into trouble sooner or later. But, your strength isn't all that great!" Bai Feng used a spirit summoning technique to control Boblin for a second, making him slap himself across the face!

Snap—

A crisp sound rang out at the entrance of the National Pavilion, and the room fell completely silent. Ferome and Oruna stared blankly at Boblin, who had just slapped himself across the face.

"What...what did I do?" Boblin looked at his palm, and a clear handprint appeared on his face, bright red and burning!

(End of this chapter)