The God Summoner is rubbish? I will summon Pangu!

Chapter 5 Gambling Fight
"Kneel down and beg for mercy...Blue Silver Grass Bloodline..."

Looking at option one, Mo Lang's mouth twitched suddenly. What kind of Po Kun Bar reward is this?

Blue and silver entanglement?

More importantly, isn’t Benboerba’s bloodline too ugly?

Mo Lang was speechless.

As a scumbag, of course he is a face control.

No need to think, of course choose three.

"Zhou Zhennan, are you sure you want to take action?" Tang San looked at Zhou Zhennan standing out, and the expression on his face suddenly became a little unnatural.

Because Zhou Zhennan is indeed stronger than him.

"Of course, since you, an outsider, want to bully my junior, as a senior, I have to take action." Zhou Zhennan crossed his arms and looked at Tang San with disdain.

He had known for a long time that Tang San was hypocritical, but he didn't expect him to be so hypocritical.

Under the pretext of revenge for his brother, he bullied a kid who had just awakened.

"Well, let me ask, what is Tang San's current strength?" At this time Mo Lang spoke, interrupting the conversation between the two.

"He is now at Silver Level 1, and I am at Silver Level 3. It will be easy to beat this guy. Don't worry, Brother Mo." Zhou Zhennan thought Mo Lang was worried about him, so he said immediately.

"Silver level one?"

Mo Lang was born with raised eyebrows, carrying a kind of cynical and ruffian air. He looked at Tang San and said, "You, a silver-level waste, want to challenge me?"

"Fuck! Is this kid crazy? He actually said that Young Master Tang is a waste!"

"You should know that Young Master Tang has reached the silver level in just one year. This speed of cultivation can be ranked among the best in Shaocheng."

"That's right, this kid, a useless guy who just awakened, wants to go against the will of heaven?"

"I think this kid has gone mad and possessed by a demon!"

"..."

After hearing Mo Lang's words, the people around him immediately started to sneer and ridicule.

"Haha, Mo Lang, you are just a bitch who has awakened a useless profession, and you dare to say that Young Master Tang is a waste? You are really stubborn!" Li Jia on the side immediately mocked Mo Lang again.

"This poor guy is a loser at first glance. He's disgusting here. He's a loser himself but he calls others losers. He even takes a piss and looks in the mirror. You're not even worthy of carrying shoes for Young Master Tang!" Wang Jiao also sneered.

"Mo Lang, I originally wanted to plead for you, but now that you have offended the Tang family, kneeling down is useless. Just wait for death!" Liu Ruyan sneered.

"A useless profession that is not even at Black Iron level says that my three Silver Geniuses are useless. This is the funniest joke I have ever heard in my life. Mo Lang, it seems that you are acting like a fool just because you are a bootlicker." Tang San did not expect Mo Lang to dare to say such arrogant words, and immediately sneered.

"You pushed away three S-level students for such a brainless waste. Zhou Mou, you will be a shame to the Demon Slayer Academy for the rest of your life." Huang Yuan said sarcastically when he saw this.

"That's right. I thought he was a genius, but he turned out to be a hopeless idiot. Because of such an idiot, not only did we offend the Tang family, but we also lost three S-level geniuses. It's hard for you, Zhou Mou, to retire now, right?" Qin Long said with a smile.

"..."

Even the dean of Phoenix Academy, who had previously been optimistic about Mo Lang, shook his head.

This kid is too arrogant.

It is indeed stupid to be arrogant without any strength.

"..."

Zhou Mou was also speechless. Could it be that this guy was really a fool, and his previous feelings were all illusions?
But he was still prepared to take a look.

…………

Listening to Mo Lang's words, Tang San was stunned for a moment, and even suspected that he had heard it wrongly, but when he heard the words of the people around him, he was sure that he had not heard it wrongly.

This kid actually said that his silver is waste.

"Boy, I really don't know who gave you the courage to say that I, Baiyin, am trash. Since you think I am trash, how about we make an appointment?" Tang San sneered.

"that……"

Hearing Mo Lang's words, Zhou Zhennan's mouth twitched. For some reason, he felt like he was being scolded too.

But he knew that Mo Lang was not targeting him.

But when he was about to persuade Mo Lang not to be impulsive, Mo Lang interrupted him directly.

"I don't make appointments for my father."

Mo Lang raised his lips and said with a teasing smile: "But if you insist on fighting me, let's have a father-son game. Whoever loses calls the winner dad."

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the selection. The reward has been issued. ]

[Monkey King Dilutes Blood]: Can summon a Monkey King of Silver Level 9 strength to fight. Duration: 3 minutes.

After watching his choice, the reward was directly distributed, and Mo Lang felt that his mouth was starting to become crooked.
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The crooked-mouthed dragon king is about to possess a body.

"Oh my god, did I hear it right? This kid actually wants to have a father-son game with Young Master Tang!"

"Isn't this kid lacking in fatherly love? If he wants to call me dad, just say so!"

"That's right, a loser actually wants to fight against a silver player. Even if you have super combat awareness and combat experience, you can't fight against a player of two levels!"

"Yes, you know, a silver-level warrior has two exclusive professional skills, and their power is more than twice that of ordinary professional skills!"

"If Young Master Tang had awakened a D-level bronze, this kid might be okay, but Young Master Tang has awakened an S-level combat profession, the Wind Control Warrior!"

"Just wait for this ignorant kid to call me daddy."

"..."

When people outside the venue heard that Mo Lang actually wanted to have a father-son game with Tang San, they immediately started to laugh at him.

In their view, this was undoubtedly a one-sided massacre.

No one is optimistic about Mo Lang.

"Kid, what are you thinking? If he dares to attack, I will just help you. You have just awakened your profession, and you don't even have the awakening power in your body. Even if your performance before awakening was good, there is a huge difference between having awakened power and not having awakened power."

Zhou Zhennan looked at Mo Lang and said, "For example, a one-star Black Iron can beat ten ordinary people, not to mention Tang San who has reached the Silver level. A Silver-level warrior can release the power of awakening. He can cut you in half with just a wave of his hand!"

"Thank you for your kindness, Senior Zhou, but I won't lose." Mo Lang was very moved when he looked at Zhou Zhennan. After all, he had no relationship with the other party.

"The father-son game is too unfair to me. After all, you lost. Calling me dad is too easy for a person from the slums like you."

Tang San looked at Mo Lang and said, "How about this, if I lose, not only will I call you dad, but I will also give you one million."

"But if you lose, how about breaking your legs and crawling back?"

"You want to buy my legs for one million? It will cost at least three million." Seeing the money-giving boy show up on his own initiative, Mo Lang had to take the opportunity to make a fortune.

No matter which world you are in, money is everything.

"Okay, I promise you."

Tang San agreed without even thinking about it. In his opinion, he could kill a useless profession without any awakening power with just one finger.

(End of this chapter)