Versatile Mage: Lord of Space

First came the freezing cold, then the scorching heat; the British team is now experiencing a rollercoaster of emotions, tormented by both extremes!
Of course, the British team certainly has the strength.

"No way, they blocked that?"

"If I had taken that punch, I would have died seven or eight times over. How are those freaks on the British team still alive!"

The British team's defense was simply too formidable. One high-level water magic user, Water Splendor, another mid-level Light Protection Shield, and then three people simultaneously summoning shield molds—their coordination was simply too seamless and unexpected!
Logically speaking, any single shield should have been unable to withstand Mo Fan's attack, yet three shields were used in combination...

No wonder Mo Fan wasn't strong enough; these British guys were just too freakish.

"It's not over yet!"

Mo Fan suddenly shouted, and the wings that had landed on his back unfolded along with his shoulders, instantly sending hundreds of fiery feathers flying towards the three British team members.

The fire feathers exploded in great numbers, creating a continuous burst of flames that caught the three British team members completely off guard.

Having just used up their shield magic items, they now have no choice but to unleash their armor magic items.

The defensive capabilities of armored magical artifacts are largely similar, but truly good armored magical artifacts are incredibly expensive. Therefore, it's unlikely that anyone in the National Team would spend a lot of money on armored magical artifacts, since this equipment is far less reliable than cultivation.

Aside from Eileen's crimson and blue armor, which provided real protection, the other two were completely exposed from the explosion.

"I...I can't go on." Shad majored in summoning. When he realized that his body was in bad shape, he hurriedly jumped off the battlefield, afraid that if he waited any longer he would suffer serious injuries and lose face for the British team because he was barely clothed.

The explosions were still ongoing, and if he stayed in the hospital any longer, it would affect his cultivation. He was fried to a crisp on the outside and tender on the inside, and he didn't want to get injured in this kind of competition.

Before long, another teammate also couldn't hold on any longer. The combined power of the Thousand Layers of Fire Feathers was even stronger than Mo Fan's own Flame Sword. It was absolutely impossible to resist it by relying solely on the Armor Magic Tool.

As for Golden-Eyed Eileen, her armor and magical artifacts were clearly top-tier. Although the Thousand Layers of Fire Feathers left some explosive marks on her body, they failed to truly harm her in the slightest. This alone is enough to prove that Eileen is the strongest among the four.

Her two teammates wisely chose to leave the arena, leaving her standing alone in the vast arena.

When the flames and smoke finally dissipated, Eileen's slightly disheveled figure was revealed. Her once exquisite and elegant hairstyle was now in disarray, but she still retained her innate noble air.

She gently brushed aside the stray hairs from her forehead, revealing a beautiful face with well-defined features, her golden eyes shining brightly in the sunlight.

"I'd long heard that a truly exceptional player had emerged from the Chinese Pavilion, and I thought he was the strongest. I never imagined there was another expert like you." Eileen's voice was as melodious as a clear spring.

“Four against one, you have no chance of winning. Just admit defeat,” Mo Fan said bluntly.

In today's match, Mo Fan revealed almost all his cards. This was not a wise move, after all, the Venice final is just around the corner, and revealing one's strength too early would not benefit anyone.

But in order to return to the Nationals, he must defeat this British team.

“That’s not necessarily true.” Eileen gracefully tucked her disheveled hair behind her ear, a hint of fighting spirit flashing in her golden eyes.

"Don't do that, it's just a friendly spar." Mo Fan suddenly changed the subject. "Why don't we win? Revealing our hand here won't benefit anyone..."

Mu Ningxue, standing to the side, couldn't help but roll her eyes. They were clearly serious about fighting; how could they try to persuade them to surrender like that?
"You still have a trump card?" Eileen blinked, a look of interest on her face.

"It's not just me. The person next to me hasn't used their full strength either. You can ask around if you don't believe me. I, Mo Fan, also have Mu Ningxue..." Mo Fan patted his chest and said, "I know you definitely have some tricks up your sleeve, but a deadly fight won't benefit anyone..."

Surprisingly, Eileen actually started to seriously consider it.

The audience was completely dumbfounded. What kind of tactic was this? Could this really be done?

“Alright, we don’t need another medal.” Eileen finally nodded. “Looking forward to facing you again on the National Team.”

After saying that, Eileen gracefully stepped down from the fighting platform, leaving everyone stunned.

The whole place was in an uproar!
"This...this works?!" the injured Dongfang Lie cried out in pain.

The British team was completely stunned, utterly unable to understand why their ace player had suddenly conceded defeat. "I'll treat you to the most authentic Chinese food later! You wanted to meet Lin Lan, so I'll bring him along too," Mo Fan grinned, suddenly finding this golden-eyed girl particularly interesting.

“It’s a deal!” Eileen’s eyes lit up immediately, clearly showing her fondness for Chinese culture.

"Eileen, isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

"You've been bought off like that?"

Faced with her teammates' doubts, Eileen silenced everyone with just one look.

She is the core of the team, and the British team's qualification for Venice was already a sure thing.

Why not take advantage of the opportunity to learn about the ace player of the Chinese National Team?

Mo Fan's terrifying strength has deeply shocked everyone.

Such a person will surely appear in the Nationalist team in the future and become a formidable enemy that they need to guard against.

There is also Lin Lan, who has made a name for herself in Japan, and we need to understand her even more thoroughly.

"Grandpa, it seems they won," the girl with braided hair said softly.

Grand Master Feng Li slowly closed his mouth, which had been slightly open in surprise, and for a moment he was at a loss for words to comment on the duel.

Mo Fan's displayed strength was truly amazing. Both his Firewing Fist and Thousand Layer Fire Feathers were difficult for a strong team like the British to handle.

If this kid weren't so undisciplined, Feng Li would have liked to give him a good praise.

Mu Ningxue's ice system control is also quite outstanding. If Mo Fan hadn't melted the snow, the field would have posed a huge threat to the British team once it reached its final form.

"I never imagined it would grow to this extent..." Dean Songhe sighed, stroking his beard.

The fact that they were able to defeat the British team, whose members were all at a high level, is truly amazing.

Feng Li strode down from the spectator stands and came to Mo Fan and Mu Ningxue.

"Mu Ningxue, you should return to the National Team," Feng Li said.

Mu Ningxue nodded.

"Mo Fan, are you going to stay here or go back to the National Team?" Feng Li asked with a stern face.

"Grandpa, don't be so blunt," Mo Fan said with a grin. "I'm definitely going back to the National Team. You always have such a stern face, like the whole world owes you money."

"How dare you speak to your elders like that!"

"Grandpa, you see, I'm not the only one who says that about you, am I?" the girl with the braided hair interjected playfully. "You can't always have such a stern face~"

In front of his granddaughter, Feng Li's sternness softened considerably. Considering that Mo Fan had brought glory to the national academy today, he decided not to pursue the matter of leaving the team without permission earlier.

"Pack your bags, we'll be heading to South America in a few days," Songhe said kindly.

The two great mentors had completely different personalities; one was as serious as iron, and the other as gentle as water.

"Could we wait a few more days? We need to take care of some things with Lin Lan," Mo Fan said.

"Get back to the National Team as soon as you're done!"

"Alright!" (End of Chapter)