Chapter 47. Drawing a circle for Shen Mingxiao to crawl into.
At this moment, the atmosphere around the arena became tense.
All eyes were on Mo Fan and Shen Mingxiao, anticipating the upcoming showdown.
The air seemed thick with the smell of gunpowder, making one's heart race involuntarily.
What's your class?
Who are you?
Are you worthy?
Mo Fan asked three questions in a row. His voice wasn't loud, but it hit Shen Mingxiao's heart like a heavy hammer.
Shen Ming's face instantly turned a deep shade of liver, anger burning in his eyes. This Mo Fan is indeed arrogant!
However, do you really think that just because you have an advantage in the freshman competition, you can forget who you are?
"You don't dare?" Shen Mingxiao asked, barely 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 my time."
Mo Fan's words were full of disdain, as if Shen Mingxiao was an insignificant existence in his eyes.
Since entering Mingzhu Academy, Shen Mingxiao has been considered the top student in his department.
When have I ever been so despised?
His fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and the anger in his heart almost burned away his reason.
He glared at Mo Fan, his eyes filled with anger and resentment, as if he were about to rush up and fight Mo Fan at any moment.
However, Mo Fan remained calm and composed, as if he didn't take Shen Mingxiao seriously at all.
The crowd surged forward like a tide, with more and more people gathering around the arena.
Shen Mingxiao looked at the crowd around him, his anger growing stronger.
He felt as if he were being roasted over a fire. If he just let Mo Fan and Mu Nujiao leave like this, where would he put his face?
How will I ever be able to hold my head high at Mingzhu University again?
However, he also knew that sparring outside the magic arena would inevitably result in punishment from the academy.
Pearl Academy has strict rules prohibiting unauthorized magical 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 academy's rules.
His expression shifted between anger and turmoil, his heart filled with conflict and rage.
The surrounding crowd, seeing Shen Mingxiao's expression, began to whisper among themselves.
Some people felt that Shen Mingxiao was too impulsive and shouldn't have provoked Mo Fan at this time.
Some people, however, believe that Mo Fan is too arrogant and should be taught a lesson.
After all, the newly emerged big devil is someone that makes many people grit their teeth.
Various discussions arose one after another, making the whole scene tense.
"Mo Fan, if you're a man, don't run away!" Shen Mingxiao said again, his voice filled with urgency and anger.
His eyes were fixed on Mo Fan, as if waiting for Mo Fan's response.
"Didn't you understand? You're too weak, you're not worth wasting my time," Mo Fan said indifferently, his tone full of disdain.
"You…" Shen Mingxiao wanted to refute, but everyone among the freshmen knew about Mo Fan's strength.
He doesn't have Mo Fan's record of challenging newcomers, nor does he have Mo Fan's arrogant and domineering nature.
His heart was filled with resentment and anger, yet he was helpless.
The surrounding crowd reacted with various expressions upon seeing Shen Mingxiao's embarrassed state.
Some people gloated, thinking that Shen Mingxiao was overestimating himself.
Some people admired Mo Fan's strength and believed that he had the right to be so arrogant.
Mu Nujiao stood quietly to the side, watching Mo Fan and Shen Mingxiao's confrontation, her thoughts unknown.
"If you really want a fight, that's fine, but my time is 'precious.' I won't bother with you unless there's some money involved," Mo Fan said slowly, a sly glint in his eyes.
He crossed his arms, looking completely at ease, as if the outcome of the battle was already under his control.
Shen Mingxiao was about to explode at this moment!
Mo Fan's confident demeanor fueled a surge of anger within him.
He gritted his teeth, glaring at Mo Fan, wishing he could rush up and fight him right away.
"You want to gamble?" Shen Mingxiao suddenly thought of something and asked meaningfully.
A calculating glint flashed in his eyes, as if he were considering how to deal with Mo Fan's provocation.
"Even if you beg me to beat you up, you can't just waste my magic power, right?" Mo Fan's lips curled up slightly, revealing a confident smile.
"What do you want to bet on?" Shen Mingxiao suppressed his anger, knowing he couldn't lose to Mo Fan in terms of momentum.
"Ten million," Mo Fan said casually, as if it were just a trivial number.
"Wh...what!?" Shen Mingxiao was stunned when he heard Mo Fan speak.
His eyes widened in disbelief.
Ten million is no small sum, how could Mo Fan be so outrageous?
He began to hesitate, unsure whether he should accept the bet.
The surrounding crowd was also shocked by Mo Fan's words!
Although he was also from a prominent family, it should be noted that even someone like Zhao Manyan wouldn't carry tens of millions of dollars with him at the moment.
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 ten million were too high, making him hesitate.
Just as Shen Mingxiao was at a loss, Luo Song came to his ear and whispered something, which, to put it bluntly, was about Mo Fan's situation.
Shen Mingxiao immediately looked at Mo Fan and said, "Do you have that much money?"
"I received so many awards at the welcome competition, what are you worried about? As for you, do you have that kind of money? If not, get out of here..." Mo Fan replied without any politeness, his eyes full of confidence.
"You..." Shen Mingxiao was speechless for a moment, then looked at Luo Song and the others beside him.
"Do you want to join in? How much you bet, how much you win?" Shen Mingxiao said confidently, seemingly full of confidence in his abilities and believing that he would definitely win this bet.
Luo Song and the others looked at each other, hesitant about whether to participate in the betting contest.
After all, a bet of ten million is no small amount, and they were also wary of Mo Fan's strength.
However, Shen Mingxiao's confidence and allure made them somewhat tempted.
To be honest, Luo Song still had some doubts.
However, Shen Mingxiao stated that with his armor and magical artifacts, his defenses would not be breached at all.
Even if he is a demon at the level of a general, he is confident that he can repel Mo Fan's wolf attack in the first instance.
After hesitating for a moment, Luo Song and the others finally decided to participate. They all took out their savings and joined the betting competition.
To put it bluntly, individual skill is one thing, but equipment is another.
Shen Mingxiao is right. With his speed and his extremely powerful magical artifact, Mo Fan is no match for him.