Versatile Mage

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

The two leaders of the Guild of the Wicked did not expect Mo Fan to possess such an extraordinary power.

The Fiery Sandstorm devoured them. They were tortured by the bone-piercing sand and scorching flames. Their reliable defenses were completely useless against the overwhelming combination of the Fire and Earth Elements, and they were soon buried inside the burning sandstorm.

The oasis had disappeared. The spectacular sand dunes further away were razed flat. Nothing but burning red sand was left. The area was perfectly flat, colored a spectacular blood-red. It was like a realm of the demons, full of life-threatening danger despite its calm appearance.

Asha’ruiya stood beside Mo Fan. Her eyes were filled with shock.

She could not find the words to describe Mo Fan’s power!

Leaving aside the fact that Mo Fan’s enemies were above average among the Super Mages of the world, the sight of the Fiery Sandstorm alone was terrifying.

It had clearly surpassed the level of ordinary Super Spells. Most importantly, Mo Fan had not prepared and Channeled the spell for very long, yet the spell was so powerful!

It was so powerful that Asha’ruiya could still feel her head spinning.

She put on a fake expression most of the time to prevent others from reading her, but her expression was totally real this time.

Wasn’t this supposed to be a tough fight?

She had been planning to evaluate Mo Fan’s current strength through it.

However, she realized it was going to be much harder to judge Mo Fan’s true strength, as the Fiery Sandstorm was clearly not his strongest move.

“I’ll leave the rest to you,” Mo Fan told Asha’ruiya, who had yet to collect her thoughts.

I’ve dealt with the people. It’s your job to do the interrogation.

Asha’ruiya finally closed her mouth. For some reason, she was a little enchanted when she came to her senses, especially how the man was as calm as an icy mountain while he was focused on avenging his friend.

“Mo Fan, are you still looking for concubines?” the Saintess from the Parthenon Temple asked him coquettishly.

Mo Fan was sitting on the ground, and looked up at the woman.

He had an expressionless face, yet he was already cursing in his heart!

How did the rumors of him having a lot of women even spread to other countries?

The word ‘still’ had hurt him the most…

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Asha’ruiya enjoyed teasing Mo Fan, so he never took her words seriously.

They might seem close, but they did not have an intimate relationship. Mo Fan was not a kid. He was not overwhelmed with joy whenever a beautiful woman approached him.

Some women would approach a man to probe him. Asha’ruiya wanted to know whether she could kidnap his heart.

Once she captured your heart, she would turn and leave on her heels while shaking her hips. She would soon be out of reach.

Mo Fan was not in the mood to play the flirting game with Asha’ruiya. He would either treat her like a brother, or get straight down to business and have fun on the bed with her. He was a busy man.

—

The shorty and the woman were not dead.

However, they were severely injured. Asha’ruiya easily subdued them with her Shadow Element, not needing Mo Fan’s help.

Asha’ruiya was a capable woman, too. Mo Fan had no reason to worry about her being tricked by their enemies.

She bound them up first to wear them out. She used her magic to torture their souls and slowly increased the intensity until they reached their limits.

She would then break down their psychological defenses by inflicting fear and despair on them. They would eventually turn into slaves whose only thoughts were to obey or be left alone.

Asha’ruiya knew the wicked people had strong minds, thus she purposely tortured them a little longer.

A beautiful woman was charming, regardless of what she was doing. Mo Fan did not feel bored while watching her work.

Mo Fan knew there was no use rushing the torture and interrogation. If they pushed too hard, it might cause the prisoners to resist fiercely. It would be more difficult to determine whether the information they got out of the prisoners was reliable or not.

“Alright, back to the first question, who gave you the order?” Asha’ruiya asked with a gentle smile, like a little girl asking a stranger where she could buy ice cream.

“We only deal with a single person and follow his instructions,” the woman said. She was the first to break down.

“I want a name.”

“It’s Anzark,” the woman said.

“Alright, next question: why did you kill the scholars?” Asha’ruiya asked.

“It wasn’t us. We weren’t that capable… we were just following the orders to distract anyone who’s looking for the girl!” It was Tyker’s turn to speak. He was as scared as a little kid, even though he was already in his fifties.

Asha’ruiya had overwhelmed him with fear and despair. The man currently smelled strange, so Asha’ruiya did not even want to get close to him.

Mo Fan immediately rose to his feet.

“Distract anyone who’s looking for the girl… So you aren’t looking for her in the desert?” Mo Fan asked.

“We weren’t told to look for anyone. We were just told to lure people of powerful organizations to a meaningless place. The person you are looking for isn’t in the desert,” Tyker confirmed.

“Damn it!” Asha’ruiya cursed.

They had been tricked!

She had led Mo Fan in the wrong direction. The mastermind had already expected the incident to attract a lot of attention, so he purposely let the Guild of the Wicked take the blame and sent them off into the desert so he would have more time to clean up his trail!

Mo Fan frowned.

The information he received from Zu Huanyao had also pointed to the Guild of the Wicked. It seemed like he had fallen right into the enemy’s trap!

“Is there anyone who knows where the girl is? Does that Anzark know? Speak!” Asha’ruiya snarled.

She did not expect to be fooled as well!

“I’m afraid Anzark has no clue either,” the woman said. She had a pleading look in her eyes, like she had something else to say that would serve as her final trump card.

Asha’ruiya noticed it. She declared, “Say it, and I’ll set you free.”

“According to…to our own experiences and understanding, the girl is still in Dubai. She has either gone into hiding, or she is already in custody,” the woman gasped in relief.

The Guild of the Wicked had its own network and sources of information. They could roughly infer where the girl was, even if they were not told by Anzark.

They were told to lure the organizations to the desert so those investigating would stay away from the city!

If there were no clues left in the city or the trail had already been cleaned, why would they need the Guild of the Wicked’s help so desperately?

The Guild of the Wicked did not kill the scholars. They had no idea where the girl was, either.

Their job was to put up an act to distract people who had paid attention to the incident. It was a lot of effort, since the Guild of the Wicked was not made up of just some ordinary hoodlums.

“In the city. That’s right, she’s still in the city!” Asha’ruiya exclaimed.

The woman’s guess had to be right. Asha’ruiya just had to check on certain people to find out the truth.

The Wicked did have their own type of cunning…