Versatile Mage: Rebirth of Mo Fan, Atlas of the Celestial Spirit

Chapter 275 This guy actually lost? ?

Donghuang won two rounds in a row, and all the countries it defeated were countries ranked in the top ten in the previous session. It has become the biggest dark horse of this session.

The third round against Xiaohan Guofu team should have been a sure win, because Xiaohan team was beaten badly by Japan team in the second round, and Japan team was defeated by Donghuang.

Therefore, it is only natural for Donghuang to defeat Xiaohan.

But even with such a huge advantage, Donghuang actually lost. Five people replaced four opponents, and the Donghuang instructors who were watching the game closed their eyes one after another.

I dare not open my eyes, I hope it is my hallucination!!

The people from the Zu family, the Mu family, the Dali family, and the Nanrong family were all completely clueless. They were so embarrassed to be beaten like this.

When the five people came back covered in dust, Feng Li roared like a lion: "Are you pigs? You all have pig brains. You actually lost to the Xiaohan team? What's the point of having you bunch of trash here? Fight if you can, and get out if you can't..."

Jiang Yu was devastated. He was lying comfortably in the second round when he teamed up with Mu Nujiao and others. Why did he become like this in the third round? ?

He and Ye Luosha replaced two of Xiaohan's team members. The remaining people were killed in a counterattack despite being four against three. Jiang Yu became so autistic that he didn't want to talk.

"You four losers, just go back and watch. You won't be needed in the next two games." Feng Li roared.

Zu Jiming looked at Mu Tingying with resentment and a bitter face. It was because Mu Tingying failed to keep up with the output that they were completely wiped out.

Li Kaifeng's face wasn't looking good either, but he had already lost, so why bother ruining his relationship with Mu Tingying?

Ai Jiangtu went up and drew the opponent in the next round and came back.

"Teacher, our opponent in the fourth round is the Spanish National Team." Ai Jiangtu didn't know whether his luck was good or bad.

It’s hard to say, but the Spanish government is also among the top ten in terms of strength.

Well, Mo Fan has a grudge against the Spanish National Team, so this is a good chance to take revenge.

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t compete with me, Fengli Laodeng. I didn’t blame you for not letting me play in the first three games, but it’s unreasonable that you don’t let me play in this round either.” Mo Fan said.

"Even if you didn't tell me, I would have let you go. I originally wanted to win five rounds, but these four pieces of trash disrupted my plan. You must win the fourth round for me." Feng Li said.

"Of course. You're just asking me whether I should be more flamboyant or more low-key."

"You should know the situation well. The Spanish royal family asked us to give them an explanation a few days ago, but I didn't give them a shitty explanation!"

"understood."

Mo Fan smiled evilly and glanced around, and suddenly found that Prince Bamba was making a provocative gesture towards him in the Spanish seat.

Mo Fan placed his hand on his neck and looked at him with a defiant gaze.

……

The fourth round of competition was held two days later. The venue was no longer the Toronto Arena used in the opening ceremony, but the ancient Dragon Fang Magic Arena.

The Dragon Tooth Magic Arena is very old. It was formerly the Colosseum of the ancient Roman Empire. It was later transformed into a magic arena with towering rocks and forests.

The fighters in the fourth round are Mo Fan, Zhao Manyan, Jiang Shaoxu, Mu Nujiao, and Mu Ningxue.

Mo Fan asked Zhao Manyan, "Did you bring the stuff?"

"Don't worry, don't you trust me to do the job?" Zhao Manyan said with a sly smile in his eyes.

After losing the third round, the social areas of the five mentors were directly flooded by netizens.

What a crappy formation! They actually lost to Xiaohan!
Many people said they didn't plan to watch any more, but when they saw Mo Fan on the roster, the "really good" rule came into play again. They said they would watch the last game.

Originally, they came to watch the National Palace Competition just to see Mo Fan, but Mo Fan did not play in the first three rounds. The five National Palace instructors had been scolded for several days, and now they finally waited for Mo Fan to play.

This news was also spreading rapidly in the country. When the live broadcast room of the fourth round of the National Government Competition was opened, people rushed in.

After a short while, the number of viewers reached tens of millions.

"Finally, Mo Fan has arrived. I was so frustrated watching him in the third round. He actually lost to Xiaohan. Who arranged the lineup?"

"That's right, that woman from the Mu family is a complete waste. Her destructive power is totally not on the same level as my goddess Mu Ningxue!"

"And that big black fat guy, a big sand wall, it's better to tie a dog than to let him go."

"Stop talking, just wait for Mo Fan, I hope we can beat the Spanish National Team!"

"Are you looking down on my brother Fan? Let me tell you, I was in the city when the ancient capital was devastated. My brother Fan blocked the undead of the entire block by himself. Do you think I'm kidding???"

……

Prince Banbo walked to the rest area on the Donghuang side with gauze wrapped around his head, followed by four high-level mages for protection.

"Humph, you ridiculous fellow, do you think you are that strong? I have already told my players that if you dare to go on the field, you will pay a heavy price!"

Prince Banbo stared at Mo Fan with flaming eyes.

"Prince Bampo, are you threatening my team members?" Panglai frowned and said dissatisfiedly.

"I just said that. If you take it as a threat, that's your business!" Prince Banbo said arrogantly, not taking Panglai seriously at all.

“Okay, okay, I want to see how your team members make me pay the price.” Mo Fan showed a domineering smile on his face.

"You'll know soon." Bampo smiled grimly.

"If you are so confident, why don't you take a gamble? The market has already opened. I'll bet 500 million that we will win, and it will be 5 to 0!!" Mo Fan confidently took out the Black Gold Card and asked Lingling to place the bet.

"Prince Bampo, aren't you the eldest prince of your royal family? You must be wealthy and powerful."

"Five hundred million... Well, let me bet two hundred million. I don't have much liquid funds on hand." Banbo's mouth twitched, and a look of reluctance appeared on his face.

The Spanish royal family is just a mascot-like existence, without any real power. The 200 million deposit is almost all of his wealth.

He really didn't expect that Mo Fan could come up with 500 million.

Moreover, after the third round of competition, the odds between Donghuang and Spain were 1:2, which meant that if Donghuang won, Mo Fan would get billion, and if Spain won, Benbo would get at most million.

Mo Fan said with a click of his tongue: “Is this all the money you have? To make a living, you either need strength or money. You have neither. What the hell are you doing, you little jerk!!!”

"you……"

Prince Bembo's face turned pale, and then he walked back to the Spanish rest area with his chest heaving.

After returning to the rest area, Bambo walked straight to the position of their national team and said to Fran: "Listen carefully, we have to beat that guy to the point of paralysis, no matter how miserable it is!"

"Don't worry, I won't show mercy to that kind of person!"

Fran grew up in the Spanish royal family. Although he does not have royal blood, he has a very good relationship with Bambo, better than a real brother.

(End of this chapter)