Chapter 135: Attacked, the 'Persian Cat' who wants to improve

The battle was undoubtedly one-sided. The players Wang Feng had singled out for the finals were like tigers descending from the mountains, completely crushing the American team.

Especially Fromm, because of his previous arrogant remarks, he was given "special care" by Jiang Shaoxu and the other four people.

When the referee announced the end of the game, Fromm's face was bruised and swollen, and he looked like a pig's head.

Ferrom subconsciously looked towards the audience, only to find that Wang Feng and his sister Oluna had left at some point.

"Don't look for it anymore," Zhao Manyan grinned, revealing his sharp white teeth. "Your sister and our captain had a private conversation a long time ago."

Upon hearing this, Ferrom's face turned from blue to white, and then from white to red.

Thinking that not only had he been defeated miserably, but his most beloved sister had also been taken away by that hateful Chinese man, he was so angry that his eyes rolled back and he fainted on the ring.

"Tsk, you fainted already?" Mo Fan squatted down and poked Ferrom's swollen cheek. "Your mental state is really poor."

"Little Zhaozi," Jiang Shaoxu narrowed his foxy eyes and asked dangerously, "You just said that the captain left with that 'Persian cat'?"

Zhao Manyan immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

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The neon lights of New York flickered in the night, and Oruna took Wang Feng through the bustling streets with familiarity.

At some point, Wang Feng's hand had naturally rested on her slender waist.

Oluna just glanced at him sideways, and instead of pushing him away, she leaned closer to his arms.

This subtle movement made Wang Feng's smile deepen - it seemed that this proud 'Persian cat' really had feelings for him.

"Do you want to go for a drink, or..." Wang Feng whispered in her ear, his warm breath spraying on her small earlobe.

The tips of Oluna's ears were red beneath her golden hair, but she pretended to be calm as she pointed to a tall building in the distance: "I have an apartment over there, with a pretty good view."

"Lead the way." Wang Feng smiled even more deeply.

At this moment, a biting chill suddenly came over me.

Wang Feng looked up and saw heavy snow suddenly falling in the night sky.

"Is there such an event in New York?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

Oluna followed his gaze and her expression suddenly changed—

Fist-sized hailstones poured down like cannonballs, hitting the streets with a deafening explosion.

Car alarms went off one after another, windshields cracked under the heavy blows, and the roadside green belts were in a terrible state, with branches and leaves scattered all over the ground.

Wang Feng's eyes focused, and the invisible force of space shattered all the incoming hailstones.

"What's going on?" Oruna's face suddenly changed.

"If it's not a special festival in your country, then someone has opened up the territory." Wang Feng said.

The hail became more and more violent, pouring down like a hail of bullets.

The crowd on the street screamed and fled in all directions, only Wang Feng and the other two remained standing.

The dense hailstones seemed to have eyes and strangely avoided their location.

"Damn it! Who dares to use magic in a busy city!" Oruna shouted.

"Here it comes." Wang Feng suddenly looked towards a dark alley.

Before he finished speaking, dozens of sharp ice cones tore through the rain curtain and shot out from all directions.

Wang Feng keenly noticed that most of these ice cones were locked onto Oruna.

"It seems that I am the one who was affected." He chuckled and tapped his left index finger.

All the ice cones suddenly stopped one meter away from them, and as he pressed down with his fingers, they fell to the ground with crisp cracking sounds.

"Oh? You're quite capable." A hoarse and unpleasant voice came from the hail.

A figure wearing a blue hood slowly emerged, and the surrounding ice crystals swirled around him, forming a strange ice field.

"Who are you? Why are you casting magic here!" Oruna shouted coldly.

"Haha, it doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that you don't get in the way!" said the hooded man.

Hearing this, Wang Feng's heart moved, and he immediately knew who the person in front of him was.

"The executioner of the Black Church, right?" Wang Feng said calmly.

The reason why Wang Feng remembered him was because of Leng Jue.

Leng Jue stole the triangular prism from the Temple of Liberty, and then used it to summon Khufu in the northern border of China.

It was also because of this that Wang Feng had some impression of this high-level little shrimp.

The executioner was stunned at first, then burst into laughter: "Hahaha, I didn't expect my name to be so famous!"

His cold gaze locked onto Wang Feng. "Could it be that Lord Saran's defeat in China was caused by you, Councillor Wang Feng?"

Oluna's pupils suddenly shrank, and she unconsciously turned her head to look at Wang Feng who was still hugging her.

Although she had witnessed Wang Feng's power to destroy the Red Ornament Guild, she had never expected that he had participated in such a major operation as the suppression of the Cardinal, and she had never expected that he was also a member of parliament!

"You know quite a bit." Wang Feng's eyes grew colder. "Unfortunately, that's all."

"Just you? A mere high-level wizard?" The executioner sneered disdainfully, but the smile suddenly froze on his face.

He discovered with horror that his frost domain was slipping out of his control, and even the ice magic power in his body began to become restless!

In a flash, a terrible guess flashed through my mind.

The executioner was trembling all over, his voice changing tone: "You... you are... "

The crisp sound of ice crystals condensing interrupted his words.

I saw a brilliant ice-blue beam of light rising from under his feet into the sky, and instantly transformed into a crystal clear ice coffin.

The executioner still maintained a horrified expression, his entire body sealed in ice crystals at absolute zero degrees.

The hail in the night sky suddenly stopped, as if the pause button was pressed.

The night sky returned to calm.

Oruna was still immersed in the shock just now, and her light blue eyes trembled slightly.

At this moment, two green streaks of light suddenly streaked across the night sky, and two temple mages with wings of wind spread out descended from the sky.

"Oruna, what happened here?" asked the leading mage with a frown.

Oluna took a deep breath, hid the shock in her eyes, and put on the cold mask again.

She raised her hand and pointed at the crystal clear ice coffin, her voice returning to its usual calmness:

"This man is an executioner from the Black Church. He attacked us for some unknown reason."

"Then he..." Another mage looked at Wang Feng warily.

"Wang Feng, the captain of the Huaxia National Team." Oruna gave a brief introduction.

The two mages looked at each other and said to Wang Feng, "Leave this to us. You can go back first."

Wang Feng shrugged nonchalantly, and as he turned around, he inched closer to Oluna, "What a bummer! A good date got ruined."

Oluna's light blue eyes flashed, and while fixing her hair, she quietly slipped a silver key into Wang Feng's palm.

"XX Apartment, 18th Floor, Room 6." Her voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, but her fingertips inadvertently brushed against his palm. "I'll be back after I finish this."

A playful smile appeared on Wang Feng's lips.

Under the cover of night, his palm gently pinched the perky curve without leaving any trace, and the touch felt like the finest silk.

"Don't make me wait too long." He chuckled and turned around, spinning the key beautifully between his fingers.

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(End of this chapter)