Full-Time Magister: Summoning Eight Demons at the Start

"Why don't you take a look at the odds?" Jiang Shaoxu said.

“Odds? What’s so special about that…” Prince Banbo turned to look at the electronic odds screen.

"???"

Prince Banbo was stunned as he watched the odds on the screen approach 2 to 1.

How much money was bet on this?!

"Damn it! You should bet less!"

Mo Fan and his group quickly won back their bets.

Without exception, all three of them bet all their current savings. It was fortunate that Zhao Manyan, the second-generation rich kid of the Zhao family, was involved; otherwise, most people wouldn't be able to afford to bet so much money.

Zhao Manyan also approached his father and poured all the funds that were allowed to be transferred within the rules into the project!

This resulted in the original odds being eliminated by an integer.

Mo Fan and Jiang Yu, who originally thought they could double or triple their money and become millionaires, were heartbroken after seeing Zhao Manyan's funds lower the odds!

Zhao Manyan, that scoundrel, made all that money—it was all their money!

“How could that be? This is a money-making scheme, of course we’ll bet as much as we can,” Zhao Manyan said.

"And I've spent quite a bit of money lately trying to curry favor with powerful figures."

Mo Fan's eye twitched slightly. "I think you really have the potential to be a eunuch."

During this period of free time, whenever Jiang Shaoxu took Lü Cheng's mother out shopping, Zhao Manyan would act like a lackey, serving her every whim!

“Eunuch my ass! I’m just showing respect to my elders,” Zhao Manyan said matter-of-factly.

"You saw how awesome the gem Cheng gave me was. I'm just spending some money on your aunt to make her happy, what's wrong with that? Is there a problem?"

"Damn it! Why are the odds still dropping?!" Jiang Yu stared in despair at the odds on the screen, which were about to fall to 2 to 1.

Who else is betting on Lü Cheng to win?!

Stop betting! If you keep betting, you won't make any money!

"1.9, 1.8... Holy crap?!" Mo Fan was about to cry.

"Which deity is it?!"

They completely blew up the odds!

"You pressed it?" Mu Ningxue looked at Mu Nujiao with a strange expression.

As the new head of the Mu family in Shanghai, Mu Nujiao was the only one among those present who had the right to place such a large bet at once.

"No, I only bet 500 million, and I can't transfer more than that in a short time," Mu Nujiao said.

"With the odds dropping so quickly, someone must have thrown in billions at once."

"To be able to throw so much away at once..."

Mu Nujiao's eyes twitched slightly.

Could it have been Eileen, that rich little lady, who did it?

Aside from the Victorian clan, no one else could have caused such a commotion!

"You all placed bets?" Lu Cheng walked over.

"All my assets!" Mo Fan and Jiang Yu looked at Lü Cheng with grave expressions.

They're completely broke! If something goes wrong, they'll be bankrupt!

"And you?" Lü Cheng asked Prince Banbo.

"I've bet a billion of my own money, how much are you planning to bet?"

“I…” Prince Banbo’s lips twitched.

"I don't have much liquid capital on hand. I... 100 million, cough cough, a little gambling is just for fun."

"Tsk~ Prince, huh?" Mo Fan scoffed.

"I thought this prince was something special? Such a big competition, and he can only come up with 100 million? You weren't adopted, were you?"

"What prince can only afford one hundred million?"

"I've already bet 500 million!"

“Even someone as poor as me has bet 300 million, tsk~” Jiang Yu’s sarcastic skills were also brought up by Lü Cheng and the others.

"It seems the Spanish royal family is declining year by year. The prince is so poor he's afraid to speak up. Tsk tsk~"

"..."

Listening to the back-and-forth mockery from the group, Prince Banbo walked away with a livid face. Contrary to Mo Fan's hopes for a moment of spite, he didn't immediately increase the stakes and create a scene that would thrill everyone.

"Damn! How did this pig's brain suddenly grow a brain?" Mo Fan felt like he had lost tens of millions again.

“Even if he were a king, let alone just a prince, he wouldn’t be entitled to spend so much money on this kind of thing,” Jiang Shaoxu said.

"Do you really think the royal family's money grows on trees?"

Even for a super-level mage, it's impossible to throw hundreds of millions into such a competition all at once. If they lose, they'll lose everything!

"Contestants, please take your positions!"

As the referee called the call, both teams entered the field.

"??!"

Seeing the lone figure of the Chinese team, everyone, whether in the stands or watching the game via global live stream, was stunned. Many of the gamblers watching the game live broke down.

Only one person should be sent on the field?

What the hell does this mean?!

Is the Chinese team just using matches to make money?!

Betting on losing?

"Holy crap? The odds have come back up!" Jiang Yu exclaimed excitedly.

The competition hasn't officially started yet, and the betting hasn't been closed.

Many people only started placing bets after seeing the players on the field. Although there had been a lot of news about Lü Cheng before, this was a team competition. Those who could stand on the Venice stage were all genius mages from various countries. In this kind of situation, one against five was basically impossible to win, so the odds naturally collapsed.

"Holy crap! It's still going up!" Mo Fan was completely dumbfounded.

It was almost 1.5 a minute ago, and now it's gone back to 2-1!

How much money would that require?

"I wonder how many people will be going to the rooftop after this match," Zhao Manyan sighed.

"preparation--!"

"start!"

With the referee's whistle, the odds on the big screen were locked at 2 to 1.

"Fuck!"

Seeing the dark purple lightning ball that instantly materialized in Lü Cheng's hand, Mo Fan, who was about to shout encouragement on the stage, froze.

No, bro! This is a competition!

Do you want to kill them?!

220. Chapter 218 A Match That Will Go Down in History

220.

……

"What's wrong?" Zhao Manyan asked, puzzled.

"Have you watched Naruto?" Mo Fan asked stiffly.

"Have you heard of Little Potato's Primal Boundary Separation Technique?"

Zhao Manyan looked puzzled. "You mean, his move..."

“His thing is even more outrageous!” Mo Fan looked at Pang Lai beside him.

"That dimensional energy ball in his hand will explode, and if you touch it, you're gone! It won't turn you into some kind of foam, it'll send you to some weird dimension without you even knowing it!"

Pang Lai's eye twitched slightly. "He...knows his limits."

"should."

"..."

"Bye-bye." Lu Cheng waved amicably to the Spanish team who were preparing to attack, and tossed the energy ball he had obtained to the ground.

boom! ! !

The instant it landed, a bright white light shone, and at the same time, terrifying dimensional energy erupted.