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.

Why was this Elyndorian captain publicly tearing them apart with such vicious, articulate sarcasm?!

The Severian officials were squirming in their seats.

If this PR disaster wasn't contained, Severia was going to become the laughingstock of the international community for years to come!

In the final ten seconds of her minute.

Serena lifted her chin, straightening her posture. An overwhelming, suffocating aura radiated from her—an empire-conquering dominance that felt as though she could face a thousand armies alone.

Her luminous eyes were as cold and sharp as a blade.

She enunciated every syllable with lethal precision.

For this final segment, she spoke in Elyndorian.

Her mother tongue.

Every word was crisp, resonant, and thunderous.

Her cold voice echoed throughout the sprawling venue: "We hail from Elyndor. We came here in pursuit of knowledge, and we came here for victory."