Chapter 170: Treasures emerge, jealous Jiang Fox (seeking votes)

In the Chinese audience seats.

"How shameless! It turns out these teams have already colluded to target China!" A young audience member wearing a red baseball cap suddenly slammed the table and stood up.

The uncle next to him was so angry that his beard was shaking: "They still have the nerve to denounce Captain Wang Feng? It was clearly these people who were shameless enough to form a clique first!"

"That's right!" The girl with the ponytail waved her small national flag indignantly. "Captain Wang Feng is giving people a taste of their own medicine!"

On the other side of the auditorium, several young people were excitedly discussing, "Duke Irene truly has a righteous outlook! He's untainted by the mud!"

"Aww! Master Irene is so handsome!" A girl wearing cat ears held her hands to her heart, "I want to be Master Irene's dog!"

The audience areas in other countries fell into an eerie silence.

The few audience members who had been shouting the loudest earlier now wanted to crawl into the ground. Some buried their faces in their coats, some pretended to concentrate on playing with their mobile phones, and some suddenly "remembered" that they needed to go to the bathroom.

…

Wang Feng took in everything through Tongying's vision, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Erin, there's no need to look for it." He collected his thoughts and chuckled, "Those who were robbed and those who weren't are all gathered together now."

Except for a few clever teams that activated the space scroll and ran away when they saw the situation was not good, almost all the other contestants gathered in the valley.

Irene withdrew her mind from the pupil eagle, and her golden eyes were filled with doubt: "Are they all gathered together?"

"Yeah," Wang Feng nodded, his eyes flashing with excitement, "It seems they have found this year's battlefield treasure."

In each treasure hunt, the organizers will place a priceless treasure as the finale reward, which is the so-called "battlefield treasure".

"Treasure?!" Irene's pupils suddenly contracted, and her golden eyes shone shockingly. "Where is it?"

The one guarding the treasure must be a terrifying demon of the commander-in-chief level.

If an ordinary team encounters an existence of this level, the whole team will basically be wiped out.

Looking at all the participating teams, perhaps only the Chinese team has the confidence to fight alone.

Wang Feng closed his eyes for a moment, then pointed eastward: "Deep in the mountains over there."

Irene bit her lower lip, a rare hint of hesitation showing. "Should we really go? There are hundreds of people gathered there."

"Go, of course we have to go." Wang Feng showed his sharp white teeth, his eyes boiling with fighting spirit, "This will save us from looking for them one by one."

…

On the other side of the lush mountains, Mo Fan and his companions were hiding among the treetops, staring in amazement at the bustling crowd outside the valley.

"Oh my goodness!" Mo Fan gasped. "Are they planning to hold a martial arts conference to select a leader?"

He was originally preparing to "conspire for a great cause" with Jiang Yu, Nan Jue and other teammates, but he unexpectedly came across this astonishing scene - more than a dozen national government teams gathered here.

Nanjue closed her eyes and concentrated, her sound magic spreading like ripples. "Deep in the valley, there's a great ape commander and two lesser commanders." She suddenly opened her eyes. "This is most likely where the battlefield treasure is!"

"Battlefield treasure? What the hell is that?" Mo Fan scratched his head in confusion.

Jiang Yu pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting a brilliant light. "To put it simply, it's a rare treasure worth at least ten figures, the kind you can't buy on the market."

"Ten billion?!" Mo Fan's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, as if he had seen a mountain of gold.

He counted on his fingers: "Lao Wang still owes 300 million, Pang Lai 200 million."

Jiang Shaoxu suddenly interrupted, "Don't be so quick to drool. There are hundreds of people down there, and our Huaxia team is on their wanted list."

Mo Fan suddenly felt like a deflated ball, and said angrily, "Tsk, where did that guy Lao Wang go? If he were still here..."

He looked at the crowd in the valley, gnashing his teeth unwillingly, like a little wolfdog that saw a bone but couldn't reach it.

…

Outside the valley.

A sound mage suddenly opened his eyes and said in a trembling voice, "Confirmed. Three commander-level creatures, one large and two small, all apes."

"How big is the range of movement?" Captain America immediately asked.

The sound mage swallowed and said, "About two football fields."

The expressions of the fifteen captains turned ugly at the same time.

Such a small space cannot accommodate more than a hundred people fighting at the same time.

What's more troublesome is that the agility of monkey-like demons is among the best among demons, and they can easily dodge magical attacks.

"Too many people will only get in the way." The French captain scratched his head irritably. "In a confined space like this, the chances of accidentally injuring a teammate are too high."

After a brief and intense discussion, the final decision was: each team would send a representative to form a 15-person elite team to enter the core area.

The British team sent Zhe Luo, the Sakura team sent Shao Hegu, and the American team unexpectedly chose an F-class female mage named Jessie.

Soon, the fifteen strongest players who could cooperate with each other were selected.

Under the complicated gazes of the crowd, this elite team slowly walked into the valley where the treasures were hidden.

The rest of the team stayed outside, ostensibly to guard against interference from the Chinese team, but in fact everyone knew in their hearts that what they were really guarding against was the elusive Wang Feng!

Soon, deafening roars of monkeys were heard in the valley, and magical lights of various colors shot up into the sky. The intense battle waves could be clearly felt even from the outside.

“Am I just going to give this treasure away like this?” Mo Fan bit his finger unwillingly.

"What else?" Jiang Shaoxu rolled his eyes at him. "If you want to go up there and die, we won't stop you."

"The captain is here!" Nanjue suddenly spoke.

"Really? Where is it?" Mo Fan looked around excitedly, then followed Nan Jue's gaze up at the sky and was stunned.

Wang Feng had a pair of holy wings spread out behind him, and was holding the noble British Grand Duke Irene in his arms.

"Holding his sister in his arms and appearing in public, Old Wang is being too ridiculous!" Mo Fan widened his eyes and couldn't help but exclaimed.

He subconsciously stole a glance at Jiang Shaoxu beside him, and sure enough, he saw that the young lady's face was ashen, her red lips were tightly pursed, and her beautiful eyes were almost spitting fire.

That expression was like ten jars of old vinegar had been spilled, and the sour smell was about to overflow.

"Oh, some people do know how to have fun." Jiang Shaoxu squeezed out these words from between his teeth.

…

The moment Wang Feng showed up, the sound mage on guard suddenly shuddered:

"Wang Feng appears! He's holding Duke Irene!"

In an instant, hundreds of sharp gazes shot towards the two people in the air like arrows.

The originally calm and elegant Duke Irene now seemed to be under a spell, and a rare trace of panic flashed in his golden eyes.

She felt her cheeks suddenly burning, and instinctively buried her hot face in Wang Feng's chest.

The ground suddenly exploded:

"When did they become so close?!"

"Look! Duke Irene is blushing!"

Mo Fan watched from a distant tree, smacking his lips. In his heart, he also lit a candle for Wang Feng...

It's the last day of April, if you still have tickets, please submit them. They're about to expire!

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