Versatile Mage Super God

“Please let us leave, sir. We do not wish to have a conflict with you,” Zorn said solemnly, as black arcs of electricity crackled around his body.

Meanwhile, the other French team members who accompanied him were also on high alert. As soon as Zorn gave the order, several magical attacks would be launched at Jiang Han.

"You may have misunderstood me. I'm not discussing this with you, but informing you," Jiang Han said in a detached voice.

"Fuck you, do you really think we noble Gallic people are afraid of you?" Evans was instantly enraged upon hearing this, and the weakened flames around him burst into flames again despite the suppression of Jiang Han's domain.

Jiang Han ignored him and casually snapped his fingers. Instantly, a cold, grayish-white aura surged from the area centered on him. At the same time, undead creatures emerged from the aura and surrounded Zorn, Evans, and their group. At a glance, there were no fewer than a thousand of them.

"Hiss~" Zorn's pupils shrank sharply, and he couldn't help but gasp, his heart filled with shock.

Hundreds of warrior-level undead, including more than a dozen commander-level ones, this scale of undead tide would be enough to wipe out even a hundred-strong squad of guardian mages, let alone them.

A mini undead horde! Damn it, why did I impulsively follow those short Japanese guys? And why didn't the Chinese team field such a powerful player before?

Evans and the other French cadets turned pale; facing the overwhelming army of undead, they saw no hope of victory whatsoever.

Jiang Han did not immediately order the undead creatures to attack, but instead quietly watched Zorn, Evans, and the others whose expressions were changing.

Zorn knew this was his last chance. After a moment of silence, he slowly said, "We admit defeat. How much 'performance fee' do you want?"

"Not much, just give me a hundred or two hundred million in resources," Jiang Han said with a smile.

They are, after all, members of the French National Government, a country with a strong magical tradition. Asking for too much would affect the diplomacy between China and France. As for the island nation, it wouldn't be a big problem if we didn't destroy them.

“Alright, Evans, Vikley, Lyle, let’s chip in.” With that, Zorn took out a beautifully crafted black card and a round shield-shaped defensive magic item from his pocket, saying, “This is a black card issued by the Swedish Bank, with 80 million in it, and this defensive magic item, the Conqueror’s Shield, can easily block the attack of a Grand Commander-level demon, worth eight million.”

"Hmm, not bad, not bad." Jiang Han's body lit up with silvery-white starlight, and then he took the black card and round shield from a distance.

While Evans, Vikley, and the others were somewhat reluctant, the situation forced them to comply; otherwise, the Chinese might eliminate them from the competition.

"Welcome to come again next time!" After receiving the bribe, Jiang Han smiled and saw the group of philanthropic foreign friends off.

Zorn, Evans, and the others turned pale upon hearing this. Who the hell would come again next time? Did they really think their money was earned through hard work? But they dared not say anything, fearing that this Chinese man might charge some strange fee later.

"Let's go and meet up with the others first. If we encounter any Japanese or Angelo on the way, we must not hold back. We must make sure we get our losses back from these guys no matter what."

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When Jiang Han returned to the spot where Mo Fan and Ming Busong were fighting, their battle had already ended. Although the Japanese man used shadow magic quite well and also had some strange curse magic, Ming Busong didn't even have a chance to cast curse magic due to Fei Chuan Kairou's harassment. He was being completely dominated by Mo Fan the whole time.

"Damn it, damn it!!!" Ming Busong was pinned to the ground by countless fire feathers, his clothes were burned to tatters, and several pieces of his hair were burned away.

He was truly unwilling to accept this! But watching Mo Fan, who resembled a fiery demon god, relentlessly approach, he was powerless to stop him. As for using a spatial scroll to escape, would Mo Fan give him that chance? "Fire Burst!!"

A fireball flew from Mo Fan's hand and landed on Ming Busong. With a 'boom', it exploded, and the already severely injured Ming Busong was blasted several meters away again.

"Why don't you just honestly hand over your valuables?"

"You insisted on making me do it myself. Now look what happened! Not only have I lost everything I had, but I've also lost the chance to continue searching for resources. What was the point?"

As Mo Fan spoke, he approached Ming Busong and began to search his body for anything of value. Ming Busong, unable to resist, could only watch helplessly, and then, enraged, he spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.

In the end, Mo Fan only found a few disposable magical tools and some special magic power recovery potions on Ming Busong, with a total value of no more than two million.

"Pah, you're so poor and you still dare to rob me? I really don't know where you got the courage." Mo Fan glanced at the unconscious Ming Busong and couldn't help but curse under his breath.

At this moment, Jiang Han returned. Mo Fan released Yan Ji from her possession state, told her to go back and rest, and then went over to her, saying, "Jiang Han, how was your harvest? This little dwarf is dirt poor, his entire body doesn't even add up to two million."

“A little more than you. Next, let’s meet up with the others and see if we can run into any lucky charms along the way,” Jiang Han replied with a smile.

"Yeah, I hope to meet more of them. I'm so poor right now I'm practically starving," Mo Fan said, quite agreeing.

While the two were chatting, Mu Ningxue and Mu Nujiao walked over from a distance and then flew away in the distance on the 'tool dragon'.

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Jiang Han and his group searched for rare and precious materials or "money-bringing boys" as they walked. At first, Mu Ningxue and Mu Nujiao were a little reserved, but they got used to it after a few attempts.

There's no way around it, it's such a quick way to make money. Even Mu Ningxue and Mu Nujiao couldn't escape the "it's actually so good" phenomenon.

Apart from encountering some trouble with the Mystic Ice Orchid found in a cold pool, everything else, such as the Flying Snake Bone, the Chaos Crystal, and the Source of Water, went exceptionally smoothly. In addition, the Stone Heart that was intercepted earlier and some other scattered treasures brought the total value to nearly forty small goals.

If they hadn't encountered two formidable "money-bringing" forces on the road, they wouldn't have reaped such a bounty. One of them was particularly interesting, as it was the force that initiated the attack.

Seeing that Jiang Han's group consisted of only four people plus a commander-level undead creature, they felt they had the advantage due to their numbers and then conceived the idea of ​​seizing the treasure.

All along the way, Jiang Han and his group had been robbing others, and this was the first time they had been robbed. So Jiang Han and his group gave them a lesson they would never forget. They couldn't kill all the hordes of undead creatures, and they were constantly attacked by prisons, fierce fists, and ice locks. In the end, six people in the group were seriously injured, and the others also suffered minor injuries of varying degrees. That desperate situation made them realize the reality.

After handing over a considerable amount of valuable treasures, Jiang Han and his group readily let these people leave. Jiang Han paused briefly, then used the spatial imprint to sense the locations of the others before continuing their journey.

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