Versatile Mage: Summon eight demons at the beginning

Chapter 217 All net worth
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Venice, the water city.

With the source of the disease known, the epidemic in Croatia was quickly resolved. Seeing that Ye Xinxia had a lot on her mind, Lu Cheng did not continue to stay with her, but sent her back to the Parthenon.

Dragon Teeth Magic Arena.

"You planning on playing?"

Feng Li, who had just arranged the players to play, looked at Lu Cheng in front of him with a strange look in his eyes.

"Who messed with you?"

"That idiot." Lu Cheng glanced at Prince Banbo not far away.

"I wanted to kill him, but my mom told me not to argue with a fool, and killing someone here would have a bad influence, so my mom asked me to show off my skills and let these people use their brains as a warning."

"Well... okay, but you have to take it easy and don't make the scene too exaggerated. Besides, this is a competition, don't let anyone get killed." Feng Li said somewhat worriedly.

Lu Cheng shrugged, "I've always been very sensible."

"Then who do you plan to play with you?" Feng Li asked.

"Our arrangement before this game was..."

"No need, let them all give up, I'm enough." Lu Cheng said.

"If they follow me, it will be inconvenient for me to take action."

“……”Feng Li.

You call this being sensible?!

……

In the rest area, after learning that Lu Cheng was going to play in person, Mo Fan and his group immediately ran away.

"Oh, are you afraid of bringing shame upon them?" Prince Bembo laughed.

"No, they are going to place bets." Jiang Shaoxu looked at him as if he was a fool.

There are bets on every game in the school competition, and the bets come from all over the world!

The investment amount for each game is in the tens of billions!
Since their country's performance in previous competitions was not ideal, their odds are relatively high, especially when compared with Spain, a national team with good results in previous competitions, the odds are directly raised to three to one.

In other words, if you bet on them to win, you can get triple the compensation!
Of course, the ratio is adjusted in real time according to the amount of money invested by everyone, and there will be no situation where the prize pool amount and the odds are too large to be compensated.

"Oh? Are you ready to bet on us to win? It seems that your team members are very self-aware." Prince Bamba said.

"..."

Jiang Shaoxu didn't say anything, and the other team members present also looked at Prince Banbo as if he was a fool.

What's going on in this guy's head?
The river water in Venice?
"Would you like to take a look at the odds?" Jiang Shaoxu said.

"Odds? What's the matter..." Prince Banbo turned his head and looked at the electronic odds screen.

"???"

Looking at the odds on the screen that were about to reach 2 to 1, Prince Bambo was stunned.

How much pressure is this?!
"Damn it! Damn it, put less pressure on me!"

Mo Fan and his companions quickly returned their bets.

Without exception, the three of them put all their current savings into it. Fortunately, there was Zhao Manyan, the rich second generation of the Zhao family, otherwise, most people would not be able to bet so much money.

And Zhao Manyan also went to his father and put all the funds allowed to be mobilized within the rules into it!

This resulted in the original odds being directly reduced by an integer.

Mo Fan and Jiang Yu, who originally thought they could double or triple their money and become millionaires, felt their hearts bleed when they saw that Zhao Manyan's funds had lowered the odds!

Whatever Zhao Manyan, the tycoon, earns is their money!
“How is that possible? This is a money-making game, so of course I’ll bet as much as I can,” Zhao Manyan said.

"And I've been spending a lot of money trying to curry favor with people lately."

Mo Fan's eyes twitched slightly, "I think you have great potential to be a eunuch."

During this period of time, whenever Jiang Shaoxu took Lu Cheng's mother out shopping, Zhao Manyan would follow her like a lackey!

“Fuck you, this is called respecting your elders,” Zhao Manyan said confidently.

"You've seen how awesome the gem that Cheng gave me is. I'm just giving my aunt some money to make her happy. What's wrong with that? Is there a problem?"

"Oh my god! Why are the odds still dropping?!" Jiang Yu looked at the odds on the screen that were about to drop to 2 to 1 in despair.

Who else is betting on Lu Cheng to win? !

Don't bet! If you bet again, you won't make any money!
“One point nine, one point eight… what the hell?!” Mo Fan was about to cry.

"Which god is this?!" The odds were completely ruined!

"You pressed it?" Mu Ningxue looked at Mu Nujiao with a strange look.

As the new head of the Mu family in Modu, Mu Nujiao was the only one present who was qualified to bet so much money at one time.

"No, I only bet 500 million, and I can't handle more at once." Mu Nujiao said.

"The odds dropped so quickly, I'm afraid someone threw billions in all at once."

"To be able to throw so much at once..."

Mu Nujiao's eyes twitched slightly.

Could it be that rich little bitch Irene who did it?
Apart from the Victoria clan, no one else could make such a big fuss!
"You all bet?" Lu Cheng walked over.

"All your assets!" Mo Fan and Jiang Yu looked at Lu Cheng with heavy expressions.

There's not a penny left! If anything goes wrong, they'll be bankrupt!
"What about you?" Lu Cheng looked at Prince Banbo.

"I bet on myself 1 billion, how much do you plan to bet on?"

"I..." Prince Bampo's mouth twitched.

"I don't have a lot of liquid funds on hand, I... 100 million, ahem, a little gambling for fun."

“Tsk~ A prince?” Mo Fan taunted.

"I thought this prince was so powerful? For such a big competition, he can come up with 100 million? You were not picked up by your family, were you?"

"Whose prince can only afford 100 million?"

"I bet 500 million!"

"I'm so poor, but I bet 300 million. Tsk~" Jiang Yu's ability to taunt was also brought up by Lu Cheng and others.

"It seems that the Spanish royal family is getting worse year by year. The prince is so poor that he dares not speak. Tsk tsk~"

"..."

Listening to the ridicule from the others, Prince Banbo walked away with a sullen face. He did not show the momentary anger that Mo Fan had hoped for, and instead directly raised the stakes to excite the entire crowd.

"Damn! How come this pig suddenly has a brain?" Mo Fan felt like he had lost tens of millions again.

"Don't say that he is just a prince. Even if he is a king, he is not qualified to spend so much money to do such things." Jiang Shaoxu said.

"Do you really think the royal family's money came from the wind?"

Even for a super-class wizard, it is impossible to throw hundreds of millions of dollars into such a competition at once. If you lose, you will lose everything!

"Players, please take your seats!"

Following the referee's shout, players from both teams entered the field.

"??!"

Looking at the lonely figure of the Chinese side, both the gamblers in the audience and those watching the game through the global live broadcast were all stunned. Many of the gamblers watching the game on site collapsed directly.

Just send one person on the field?

What the hell does this mean?!

Is the Huaxia team using the game to make money?!

Buy yourself to lose?

"Holy crap? The odds are going up again!" Jiang Yu said excitedly.

The game hasn't officially started yet and the betting hasn't been closed.

Many people started betting after seeing the players on the field. Although there had been a lot of news about Lu Cheng before, this was a team competition, and those who could stand on the Venice field were all talented mages from various countries. In such an occasion, there was basically no possibility of winning in a one-on-five situation, so the odds naturally collapsed.

“Shit! It’s still rising!” Mo Fan was confused.

It was almost one and a half just now, and now the score is back to two to one!
How much money would it cost to put in this?
“I really don’t know how many people will go to the rooftop after this game.” Zhao Manyan sighed.

"preparation--!"

"start!"

Following the referee's order, the odds on the big screen were locked at two to one.

"Fuck!"

Looking at the dark purple lightning ball that instantly condensed in Lu Cheng's hand, Mo Fan, who was about to shout "Come on!" on the stage, suddenly froze in his face.

No, bro! This is a competition!
Do you want to kill them?!

(End of this chapter)