Versatile Mage: Lord of Space

After resolving the Chongming Island issue, news reached my ears that the Egyptian team would be challenging again.

As a result, he was carried away by Mu Ningxue.

Now, if they can just remove one more country, Mo Fan and Mu Ningxue can return to the National Team.

"Lanzi, which country is next?" Mo Fan asked.

"U.K."

Mo Fan opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Britain, an incredibly powerful nation! Their magic is pure and potent.

The powerful winds of magic swept across Europe, and St. Paul's Cathedral, the most prestigious of the five continental magic associations, was located in England.

Upon encountering the British team, Mo Fan felt as if fate was about to deliver a heavy blow. The British team had suddenly appeared during the final test, and this country was at least in the top five, if not the top three.

If Lin Lan can't take action, then encountering such a powerful nation will be extremely difficult!

"So, who is willing to fight in this challenge?" Lin Lan's gaze swept over the guards, only to see that most of them took a step back in unison.

Lin Lan has taught the national team members a lot of practical skills during this period, but skills are just skills and can hardly bridge the gap in cultivation.

This cowardly act immediately enraged Bai Dongwei, who pointed at the group and shouted, "A bunch of spineless cowards! You rush to fight when facing weak teams, but cower in fear when facing strong opponents? Sparring with strong opponents is a rare opportunity for training; don't you understand the principle that participation is more important than winning?"

"Instructor, we've finally regained some confidence, and we really don't want to be brutally defeated again," a male guard muttered under his breath.

Bai Dongwei shook his head helplessly. In fact, he had sensed something was wrong the moment the British team stepped into the stadium.

These seemingly polite young people all possess a fierce fighting spirit deep down.

"What are the rules of the competition?" Mo Fan asked.

“Four against four, standard team competition format,” Bai Dongwei replied.

"They've already chosen their lineup, what about us?" Mo Fan looked around at everyone.

“Count me in,” Mu Ningxue said.

"Hmph, so what if they're powerful? I, Dongfang Lie, will definitely have a go at them!" Dongfang Lie strode out with boundless pride.

"We also need a water or light mage to strengthen our defenses," Mo Fan added.

"Then let me give it a try?" Li Kuang volunteered.

Just as the lineup was finalized, three distinguished elders suddenly walked through the main gate of the National Pavilion.

Bai Dongwei was taken aback at first, then his expression changed drastically. These mentors were usually nowhere to be seen when they were winning consecutive battles, but they showed up when the strong British team came to visit. It was obvious that they wanted to embarrass him!

"Misfortunes never come singly!" Bai Dongwei forced himself to step forward to greet them, inwardly groaning.

The three mentors were Feng Li, Song He, and the vice president of the Mingzhu Mage Tower, followed by three young mages, two women and one man.

Feng Li's thick eyebrows were like swords, exuding an imposing aura even without anger. He gave Bai Dongwei a cold glance and walked straight to the spectator stands.

Dean Songhe's eyes lit up: "Feng Li, it's that kid Mo Fan."

"Hmph! This arrogant brat who has no respect for his elders, let's see how he makes a fool of himself today!" Feng Li said, still furious. It turned out that they had come to watch the game because they heard that the British team had chosen China for their first match.

The vice president stroked his beard and said, "Our national team's winning percentage has soared recently, and its ranking has jumped up. No wonder it has become the top target for the British team."

"Grandpa, can our people win?" the girl with the silk ponytail asked curiously.

"Wishful thinking!" Feng Li asserted without hesitation. "In a one-on-one fight, Lin Lan could defeat anyone in the world, but this is a team battle. Even if we brought all the regular members of the National Team, our chances of winning would be less than 20%. Britain is a traditional powerhouse in magic, and their rankings have always been far above ours."

"That's so boring," the blonde girl pouted.

"I'm here to assess the strength of the British team. Who cares about the performance of this rabble?" Feng Li's words pierced Bai Dongwei's heart like a knife.

Song He quickly tried to smooth things over: "Ahem, Feng Li, what you're saying... Lin Lan is still teaching here." "It's alright, he can't hear us anyway."

"?!"

Bai Dongwei stood rooted to the spot, his face flushed crimson. This was utterly humiliating to the core of the National Pavilion Guard!
“All four players on the British team are high-level mages, while on our side, only Mu Ningxue and I are high-level mages,” Mo Fan said with a frown.

The four players on the British team appear to have been randomly selected.

"Are you alright? As long as you can't use high-level magic yet, we can still put up a fight," Li Kuang said.

"Cheer up! We might not lose," Mo Fan encouraged.

Li Kuang smiled faintly, and to be honest, he felt that participation was the most important thing.

Dongfang Lie didn't say anything, but he just showed an attitude of doing his best.

Mu Ningxue, on the other hand, was very serious and earnest.

If the group consists of three men and one woman, the woman on that side stands out. Even dressed in traditional Chinese clothing and accessories, she still exudes an elegant aura, and her golden eyes reveal a noble quality that inspires awe.

"Sigh, Zhao Manyan got lucky." Lin Lan couldn't help but sigh as she recalled Zhao Manyan's philandering history.

Eileen was humble and polite. She began with an elegant ceremony and said in international English with a smile, "I have heard that your country has a member of the National Team who has reached a high level of mastery. I heard that he is currently at the National Pavilion. May I ask if he is here?"

"?!"

The British National Team men around Eileen were stunned; the Grand Duchess Eileen was actually asking a question to a member of the Chinese National Team.

If you can establish a connection with them, you can get a fake dragon mount with just a wave of your hand!
The national team was also getting restless.

This girl clearly already knew about Lin Lan.

In fact, Lin Lan's reputation had already spread after his trip to Japan. Powerful countries needed to understand Lin Lan, while weaker countries wanted to analyze him thoroughly.

Lin Lan didn't speak; there was no need for her to step forward at this point.

It's not a good thing for the entire British team to remember their faces.

“Beautiful lady, why don’t we finish the fight first and then ask? Lin Lan would definitely be happy to befriend a beauty like you,” Mo Fan said.

"Alright, let's finish this first." Eileen nodded.

Bai Dongwei took a deep breath and glanced at the mentors sitting behind him.

The mentors remained solemn. Bai Dongwei raised his arm and announced in a slightly hoarse voice, "The competition begins!"

The four British players remained motionless, with calm smiles on their faces.

"What the hell are you laughing at!" Mo Fan slammed his hand on the railing, the metal bars groaning under his weight. "Dongfang Lie, give them a big one! Let them know what passionate love is!"

"Shut up! It's not your place to order me around!" Dongfang Lie snapped without turning his head, but his hands were already forming hand seals in an instant. His knuckles turned white, and the air around him suddenly distorted, as if invisible flames were burning him.

A gasp rippled through the audience. A crimson magic circle, three meters in diameter, appeared beneath Dongfang Lie's feet, its intricate runes flowing like lava. Flames danced in his pupils, and his hair moved without wind, each strand seemingly about to burst into flame.

"Fierce Fist - Flame Dragon!"

With a roar, Dongfang Lie unleashed a powerful punch with his right fist. In an instant, a giant fire dragon, as thick as a water bucket, roared and soared into the air, its scales formed from pure flame, each one clearly visible.

Wherever the fiery dragon passed, the air crackled and popped from the heat, and even the specially designed protective shield of the arena began to ripple with unstable waves.

The smiles on the British athletes' faces finally froze.

Level 5 Fierce Fist!

(End of this chapter)