Versatile Mage: I became the Great Mofan

Chapter 47. Draw a circle for Shen Mingxiao to drill

At this time, the atmosphere around the fighting arena became tense.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Mo Fan and Shen Mingxiao, looking forward to the upcoming contest.

The air seemed to be filled with the smell of gunpowder that was about to explode, making people's hearts beat faster involuntarily.

"What's your level?"

"What is your identity?"

"Do you deserve it?"

Mo Fan asked three questions in a row. His voice was not loud, but it hit Shen Mingxiao's heart like a heavy hammer.

Shen Ming's face instantly turned the color of liver, anger burning in his eyes. This Mo Fan was indeed arrogant!
However, do you really think that just because you gain an advantage in the freshman competition, you won’t even know your own name?

"You dare not?" Shen Mingxiao asked, suppressing his anger.

“Don’t you understand what I’m saying?” Mo Fan shook his head, his expression indifferent, and continued: “I’m telling you that my time is precious, and you don’t deserve to waste it.”

Mo Fan's words were full of disdain, as if Shen Mingxiao was just an insignificant existence in his eyes.

Since entering Mingzhu Academy, Shen Mingxiao has been regarded as the top figure in the department.

When have I ever been despised like this?

His fists were clenched tightly, his knuckles turned white, and the anger in his heart almost burned away his sanity.

He stared at Mo Fan, his eyes filled with anger and unwillingness, as if he was ready to rush up and fight Mo Fan at any time.

However, Mo Fan still looked nonchalant, as if he didn't take Shen Mingxiao seriously at all.

The crowd continued to gather like a tide, and more and more people gathered around the arena.

Shen Mingxiao looked at the crowd around him and became more and more angry.

He felt as if he was being roasted on a fire. If he let Mo Fan and Mu Nujiao leave like this, where would he put his face?
How can I hold my head up high in Mingzhu Academy in the future?
However, he also knew that if he did not compete in the magic arena, he would inevitably be punished by the school.

Mingzhu Academy has strict regulations that prohibit private magic duels to ensure the safety of students and the order of the academy.

Shen Mingxiao was caught in a dilemma. He didn't want to let Mo Fan go, but he didn't dare to openly violate the school rules.

His face was gloomy and his heart was filled with confusion and anger.

The people around looked at Shen Mingxiao's expression and began to whisper.

Some people think that Shen Mingxiao is too impulsive and shouldn't provoke Mo Fan at this time.
Some people think that Mo Fan is too arrogant and should be taught a lesson.

After all, the emergence of a new big devil made many people grit their teeth.

Various discussions came one after another, making the whole scene tense.

"Mo Fan, if you're a man, don't run!" Shen Mingxiao said again, with a hint of anxiety and anger in his voice.

His eyes were fixed on Mo Fan, as if waiting for Mo Fan's response.

“You didn’t understand? You are too weak to waste my time.” Mo Fan said indifferently, his tone full of disdain.

"You..." Although Shen Mingxiao wanted to refute, all the freshmen knew Mo Fan's strength.

He does not have Mo Fan's record of challenging freshmen, nor does he have Mo Fan's capital of arrogance and domineering.

His heart was filled with resentment and anger, but he could do nothing about it.

The people around looked at Shen Mingxiao's embarrassment and showed different expressions.

Some people gloated over Shen Mingxiao's misfortune, thinking that he was overestimating his own abilities. Some people admired Mo Fan's strength and thought that he had the right to be so arrogant.

Mu Nujiao stood quietly by, watching the confrontation between Mo Fan and Shen Mingxiao, and no one knew what she was thinking.

"If you really want to fight, it's not impossible, but my time is very 'precious'. If there is no bonus, I will be too lazy to deal with you." Mo Fan said slowly, with a hint of cunning in his eyes.

He folded his hands across his chest, looking relaxed and contented, as if the outcome of the battle was already under his control.

Shen Mingxiao was about to explode at this moment!
Mo Fan looked like he was sure to win, which made him furious.

He gritted his teeth and glared at Mo Fan, wishing he could rush up and fight him immediately.

"Do you want to bet?" Shen Mingxiao suddenly thought of something and asked meaningfully.

There was a hint of calculation in his eyes, as if he was thinking about how to respond to Mo Fan's provocation.

“Even if you beg me to beat you up, I can’t waste my magic power, right?” Mo Fan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a confident smile.

"You tell me what we're betting on." Shen Mingxiao suppressed the anger in his heart. He knew that he could not lose to Mo Fan in momentum.

“Ten million, maybe.” Mo Fan said casually, as if it was just an insignificant number.

“What…what!?” Shen Mingxiao was a little stunned after hearing Mo Fan speak.

His eyes widened, he couldn't believe his ears.

Ten million is not a small amount. How could Mo Fan ask for such an exorbitant amount?
He began to hesitate, not knowing whether he should accept the bet.

The people around were also shocked by Mo Fan’s words!
Although he is also a child of an aristocratic family, one must know that even someone like Zhao Manyan would not carry tens of millions of dollars with him right now.

Shen Mingxiao was caught in a dilemma. On the one hand, he was angered by Mo Fan's provocation and wanted to accept the bet to prove himself.

On the other hand, the stakes of 10 million were too high, and made him hesitate.

Just when Shen Mingxiao was at a loss, Luo Song came to his ear and muttered something. To put it bluntly, he was talking about Mo Fan's situation.

Shen Mingxiao immediately looked at Mo Fan and said, "Do you have that much money?"

"I received so many rewards in the welcome contest, what are you worried about? But you, do you have the money? If not, get out of here..." Mo Fan responded bluntly, his eyes full of confidence.

"You..." Shen Mingxiao was speechless for a moment, and then looked at Luo Song and others around him.

"Do you want to participate? You can win as much as you pay." Shen Mingxiao said confidently. He seemed to be full of confidence in his own ability and believed that he would definitely win this bet.

Luo Song and others looked at each other, and they were also hesitating whether to participate in this gambling fight.

After all, a bet of 10 million is not a small amount, and they are also wary of Mo Fan's strength.

However, Shen Mingxiao's confidence and temptation made them somewhat moved.

To be honest, Luo Song was still very skeptical.

But Shen Mingxiao said that with his armor and magic tools, his defense would not be broken at all.

Even if it was a general-level demon, he was confident that he could repel Mo Fan's wolf as soon as it attacked.

Luo Song and others hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to join in. They took out their savings and joined the gambling.

To put it bluntly, personal strength is one thing, and equipment is another.

Shen Mingxiao was right. With his speed and his extremely defensive magic tools, Mo Fan would not be his opponent at all.

(End of this chapter)