Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 1250

Serena's tone was incredibly serene, almost polite.

But every single word felt as though it were wrapped in jagged ice.

Especially when she emphasized the words hospitality, accident, and equipment failure. The subtle inflection in her voice dripped with razor-sharp sarcasm.

The faces of countless Severians in the crowd drained of color instantly.

Phelps's eyes widened in horror, his expression freezing on his face as if someone had hit pause. He looked like a man who had suddenly lost his ability to speak.

She... she actually spoke Severian?!

And with such flawless pronunciation?!

Was there anything this woman couldn't do?!

But she was far from finished.

Without giving anyone a single second to process the shock, Serena seamlessly pivoted, her tone shifting into pure, fluid Realmonic. "But that is perfectly fine."

"True powerhouses never lose their ability to make their voices heard just because some external equipment happens to vanish."

"On the contrary, there are those who possess absolute home-court advantage, the finest equipment, and endless resources, yet still resort to scurrying in the shadows, clinging to cheap tricks just to scrape together a pathetic shred of relevance."

Below the stage, the competitors and media from the United Realmon States simultaneously wore expressions of profound shock.

Her pronunciation was impeccable.

It was so flawless that not a trace of a foreign accent could be detected.

Immediately after, Serena effortlessly transitioned into Caldorian. "The essence of academic competition has never been about utilizing equipment, rhetoric, or camera angles to diminish one's opponents."

"What truly commands respect is knowledge itself, pure skill, and the unyielding spirit of every competitor standing here today, brave enough to carry the weight of their nation."

The Caldorian delegation instantly fell into a hushed, awe-struck silence.

Then came Dovarian.

Followed by yet another language.

Language after language.

Nation after nation.

She cycled through a dizzying array of tongues with a casual, breathtaking fluency.

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