Chapter 175: Conquering the Enemy Without Fighting
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Ander suddenly shuddered and woke up completely.
She suddenly sat up from the suitcase, and the sheet wrapped around her body slid off, and her cherry pink headlights were once again exposed to the air without reservation.
She looked around frantically—it was a perfectly ordinary hotel room.
Sitting on the chair was a handsome young man with a lazy look, and standing next to him was a beautiful woman with lingering charm, looking at him with a playful look.
"Ah!" Ander suddenly realized something, looked down, and his ears turned red with shame.
She frantically grabbed the falling bed sheet and wrapped it around her body, her voice changing tone: "Who are you?!"
"Of course it's your savior." Wang Feng crossed his arms and looked at the embarrassed saint with interest.
Looking at her shy appearance wrapped in a thin sheet, I silently gave her a thumbs up in my heart.
This is much more interesting than having no 'corpse'.
"Savior?" Ander was stunned for a moment, then remembered the scene of himself jumping off the cliff to commit suicide. His face suddenly changed: "Who asked you to meddle in other people's business!"
"It's just that the teacher backstabbed you, and the great saint just gave up like that? You don't even have the thought of revenge?" Wang Feng asked with a raised eyebrow.
Ander bit his lower lip tightly, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes: "You don't understand how terrifying my teacher is."
"She's just a woman pretending to be dead. What's there to be afraid of?" Wang Feng curled his lips in disdain.
No matter how powerful Izhisha is, she is just a super-class wizard who doesn't even have the Parthenon Soul. Can she be stronger than him who has the power of fourteen-winged Seraphim?
"That's nice talk!" Ander sneered. "You've never seen Yizhisha's methods. Anyone who disobeys her will suffer a tragic end. Even her own brother, the world-renowned Holy Son Wentai, was personally sent to the Dark Judgment by her!"
Hearing this, Ye Chang, who was standing aside, suddenly became gloomy.
"In the final analysis, you are just a coward." Wang Feng sneered, "You would rather jump off a cliff naked than confront Yizhisha head-on."
Ender clutched the bed sheet so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
She couldn't refute it - the shadow of that woman was indeed like a thorn in her side, making her lose all courage to resist.
"Now I'll give you two choices." Wang Feng suddenly raised two fingers.
"What?" Ander looked up blankly.
"First," Wang Feng's fingertips ignited a cluster of blood flames, "cooperate with me to take revenge on Yizhisha. After you succeed—" The flame suddenly turned into the shape of a collar, "You will become my exclusive maid."
Ender clutched the bed sheet tightly against his chest. "What's the other option?"
"Easier! I'll strip you naked and send you back to the Parthenon, so that all of Athens can admire the saint's heroic leap."
Ander trembled violently as if struck by lightning, and the scene of himself being humiliated in public appeared in his mind.
She bit her lips hard until she tasted blood—
This is simply the devil's whisper!
It's one thing to volunteer to die, but it's also one thing to be stripped naked and paraded through the streets.
What's more, the tempting opportunity for revenge was like a poisoned apple, making her want to take a bite even though she knew the danger.
Ander's chest heaved violently. Finally, he took a deep breath and looked directly at Wang Feng: "I promise you. As long as I can avenge my teacher, I will be your maid."
Wang Feng's lips curled up in satisfaction: "Chang, take her to the hotel next door to settle down."
"Yes, master~" Ye Chang knelt gracefully, took out a plain white dress from the space magic device and threw it to Ander.
After the two left, Wang Feng walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.
The midday sun shimmered the Venice canals, and he stroked his chin and muttered to himself:
"It seems I need to spend some time collecting this set of Saint Maiden illustrations."
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Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the battle for the quarterfinals after the treasure hunt has begun.
However, what is interesting is that no matter whether it is the American team or the British team, whenever they were drawn to compete against China, they chose to forfeit without hesitation.
These strong teams have tacitly set their sights on the battle for runner-up.
The Chinese team advanced to the finals without any bloodshed.
On the other side, the battle for the runner-up was fierce.
Since Asharuya did not choose to help the Greek team, the Egyptian team relied on the "Fountain of the Pharaoh", a resource that could be called cheating, and used the Sea of Undead tactics to overwhelm traditional strong teams such as the United States and the United Kingdom.
But when they were just one step away from the championship, the Egyptian team took the initiative to admit defeat to the Chinese team before the final.
When the Chinese team lifted the championship trophy, no one in the world questioned the value of this result.
The blood-red flames that burned the sky and boiled the sea in the treasure hunt could easily shatter the defenses of hundreds of high-level mages, and could also be precisely controlled without hurting them at all.
Even laymen in the art of magic could clearly see the ultimate power of destruction and control.
This Chinese captain has already stood in another dimension.
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"I was hoping to see Captain Wang Feng show off his skills again, but I didn't expect there wasn't even a team that dared to challenge him." An uncle smoking a pipe shook his head and sighed.
"Oh, are mortals worthy of asking a god to intervene?" The silver-haired boy beside him folded his arms and sneered, "That's the Lord King God, who stands at the pinnacle of magic!"
"Right!" A bespectacled man with a Mediterranean hairstyle excitedly slammed his hands on the table. "After so many years! Finally, China has produced a genius who makes the whole world bow down!"
Cheers erupted from the audience. Although they didn't see their team take action throughout the entire process, this domineering display of defeating the enemy without fighting actually made people's blood boil.
It was like watching your opponents kneel down before the king one by one, losing all courage to even draw their swords - this kind of crushing victory was more satisfying than any exciting duel!
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Mo Fan lay back on the sofa, staring at the ceiling and sighing, "I should have known this earlier. Once Old Wang made his move, we didn't even have a chance to show off."
He touched the Feichuan Armor Wolf, which was useless after evolution, in a depressed mood. This evolution was achieved by borrowing money from mentor Pang Lai!
Mu Nujiao gently stroked the exquisite soul wind flowing through her fingertips, and a hint of loss also flashed in her beautiful eyes.
The other team members also looked dejected - winning the championship was too easy, so easy that it seemed unreal.
"What an easy win." Jiang Yu pushed his glasses and sighed.
"Everyone, cheer up!" Instructor Feng Li knocked on the table. "Go to the Parthenon in three days to receive the Divine Seal Ceremony. Those who need to rest should rest, and those who need to report good news should report good news."
As they walked out of the conference room, the mentors looked at each other.
They prepared countless tactical plans, but they never expected that this championship would be won by the opponents' collective withdrawal.
Feng Li looked at Wang Feng who was surrounded by reporters in the distance and couldn't help but shook his head and smiled bitterly:
How much psychological trauma did this kid leave on geniuses from various countries in the treasure hunt?
(End of this chapter)
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