Full-Time Magister: Starting with Two Divine Eyes, Dominating Eternity

Chapter 51 Surviving in the Cracks, Divine Praise? Nothing special.

Dude, are you serious?!

"Mentor, this is far too unfair! The rules have already been set, and the training is about to begin. Changing the rules now seems rather frivolous!"

Guan Yu stepped forward and expressed his opinion.

Out of thirteen people, two are randomly eliminated. If it's a substitute, that's fine, but what if those two are both regular players?

Feng Li seemed to have anticipated that a teammate would say this, and said without changing his expression, "All of this is so that the team can achieve a higher ranking."

Luck is also a part of ability.

Feng Li has always been upright and incorruptible, but as the saying goes, rules are rigid while people are flexible. Every year, the National Team is eliminated in the first round and then reaches the top 16!

He had finally seen hope in Xiao Ying, so naturally he should take some measures.

"Exactly, if you're scared, just quit the National Team." Mo Fan walked up casually and took out a bill without hesitation.

Anyway, he's a substitute, so he's not afraid of anything.

"Hehe, Mo Fan is right." Zhao Manyan followed.

Upon hearing this, no matter how dissatisfied everyone was, they still obediently stepped forward to draw lots.

Finally, it was Guan Yu's turn. He stepped forward and looked at Xiao Ying, "We all smoked, why didn't he?"

"Come on, anyone on the team can be eliminated, except for Brother Xiao. If Brother Xiao is eliminated, who will carry us?"

"You think you can compete with someone who hasn't even reached the high-level ranks?" Mo Fan mocked.

No matter how incompetent he is, Mo Fan is still a high-level mage with both lightning and fire elements. If it weren't for the incident in the ancient capital that delayed the voting opportunity, how could such a weakling have gotten a spot on the official team?

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Seeing this, Guan Yu stopped talking and, feeling Feng Li's death stare, obediently shut his mouth.

"We've got the tickets. The two with the lowest numbers can leave now." After saying that, Feng Li turned and left, handing the group over to Xiao Ying.

"You have half an hour. Start timing now. When the time is up, leave immediately." Xiao Ying said with a smile, taking out a stool from her spatial ring.

I just watched their performance silently.

The World National Championship was dispensable to him; he could just take a team there to gain experience and win a championship along the way. The most important thing was the Time-Space Divine Eye.

As for the Divine Seal Praise, let it be as it may.

"Hey, Mo Fan, what's your number?" Zhao Manyan drew the number "321". If nothing unexpected happens, Lady Luck is still on his side.

"What the heck?" Mo Fan looked at the number "3" in his hand with a puzzled expression.

Before he could react, a dark shadow flashed over, and Guan Yu, who had always been at odds with him, rushed over to snatch the vote from his hand.

Dude, you want number 3 too?

Mo Fan cursed and swore, then activated his Shadow Step ability and gave chase.

"Rock barrier!"

Zu Jiming stepped forward and stomped his foot, immediately forcing Mo Fan out from behind several jagged rocks.

"Hey, you big idiot Chun, did I do anything to you? What the hell do you mean by fighting two against one?" Mo Fan cursed angrily.

"Fool."

Guan Yu looked at Mo Fan as if he were a fool.

"Mo Fan is not doing well!" Zhao Manyan realized the seriousness of the situation and quickly ran over.

"Actually, the lottery isn't important. What's important is who has the vote. Even if your number is small, it doesn't matter. But if you lose the vote, you're really going to be eliminated."

Mo Fan was completely confused.

"Ticket snatching?"

They even tried to steal number three?!

While casting a spell, Zhao Manyan said, "It's a game of luck. How does Guanyu know your number is the lowest? If you want to stay, you'll need to use your brain and test your flexibility in actual combat."

The lottery does require luck, but the subsequent ticket grabbing requires even more luck, since no one knows who the two people with the lowest numbers will be.

Luck and skill are both indispensable!

Damn, do you really need to use your brain to get into the national team?!

Seeing Mo Fan's exasperated expression, Guan Yu immediately laughed and said to the others, "Everyone, I have a suggestion. Fighting and killing is too damaging to harmony. After all, we are all teammates."

"How about this, we team up and kick that dragging guy out of the way, okay?"

The rules of this game are simple and straightforward: two people are randomly eliminated out of thirteen. As long as the remaining eleven people unite to defeat those two, the outcome is self-evident!

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The group looked at each other, but no one responded.

There's only half an hour left. Xiao Ying has already made it very clear: as long as you're sure your number isn't the smallest, you can just drag it out for another half hour.

Moreover, this team has only been assembled for a few days, and no one knows who is stronger or weaker. What if they run into a brick wall?

After all, this is a life-or-death moment!

No one would be foolish enough to be the first to stick their neck out, so naturally no one paid any attention to Guan Yu.

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"Old Zhao, cover me. I can't stand these two bastards anymore, I'm going to take them down!" Mo Fan rolled up his sleeves, ready for a big fight!

"Don't rush," Zhao Manyan said calmly.

Those who can enter the National Team are all quite strong, and the forces behind them are extraordinary!

Who knows how many tricks Guan Yu has up his sleeve?

If Mo Fan takes the lead and the others follow suit, even if they are the ones who stay in the end, the team will only be wary of each other.

This is clearly a thankless task.

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Time slowly passed, and before we knew it, half of the time had gone by.

However, the positioning on the field has changed significantly.

On Mo Fan's side, there are Zhao Manyan, Mu Nujiao, Nan Jue, Jiang Shaoxu, and Ai Jiangtu.

Even before the team was assembled, Mu Nujiao had already interacted with Nan Jue and Jiang Shaoxu, and they naturally sided with Mu Nujiao.

As for Ai Jiangtu, it was because of Xiao Ying.

"How so? Your votes." Zhao Manyan took out his wooden plaque.

"321".

Seeing this, the others also took out theirs.

Mu Nujiao 66.

Nan Jue 10.

Jiang Shaoxu, 100.

Ai Jiangtu 50.

Mo Fan 03.

"Number 3?" Zhao Manyan almost burst out laughing.

"No way, are you that unlucky? You drew such a huge number?!"

"It's alright, at least I'm not the youngest. Maybe there are people younger than me," Mo Fan shrugged and said cheerfully.

Moreover, judging from Guan Yu's haste, his vote count might be even lower than his own.

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On the other side...

Guan Yu and Zu Jiming huddled together for warmth.

They compared the number of votes in their hands.

01, 02

For a moment, I even felt like dying!

P.S.: Please continue reading!! Still three chapters!!

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