Versatile Mage: Angel of Time, but Emperor of Every Moment

Chapter 148: Fateful Showdown, at this moment I am already complete!

"What do you think, An Jing?" Feng Li looked at An Jing.

To be able to get to where we are now, almost 90% of it is due to An Jing! It can be said that An Jing has become the soul of the team, he is a listed mentor.

Whenever he has time, he orders takeout for the team members, and An Jing takes care of everything else.

"Let them go, I'll cover them." An Jing said.

From the moment he was drawn against Egypt, An Jing had lost the desire to play.

There's absolutely no point in playing this thing!

If he meets Greece or Britain, he can still show his skills, but facing a team like Egypt that relies on the Pharaoh's Fountain to get to the top, An Jing is not interested at all.

If the Fountain of the Pharaoh was replaced by Khufu himself, An Jing might have some motivation.

"I'll do it! I'll do it! Since Brother Jing won't come, I'll do it. People nicknamed me Little An Jing. Let them see what extreme violence is!"
"Only attack, no defense." Mo Fan shouted.

"In that case, it will be up to you, Ai Jiangtu, Zhao Manyan, Jiang Shaoxu, and Guan Yu to take the stage." Feng Li nodded, and then began to arrange the next tactics.

In a short while, the tactics were deployed.

In fact, there is no strategy to speak of, it is completely free play. After all, with An Jing backing us up, we can feel at ease no matter how we play.

As expected, the team with Big Daddy and the team without Big Daddy are not on the same level at all.

Soon, players from both teams came on the court.

Before the fight had even started for a few minutes, the Egyptian team was already a little distracted, as if they were just going through the motions, casually releasing a few slave-level undead.
Then he surrendered.

"China team, win!"

The referee announced the result of the game.

"No, buddy, you're surrendering before the fight even starts?" Mo Fan was furious. He wasn't given any room to maneuver at all!

"Hey, I'm afraid no one will fight us in this situation. The captain's strength is there, and losing a game doesn't mean we'll be eliminated.

Rather than this, it would be better to surrender and conserve strength for the next match." Zhao Manyan sighed.

As long as their mentor is not a fool, he will know how to deal with this situation.

Attacking China is a thankless task and we will be wiped out in a matter of minutes.

The other national teams have already tacitly set the Chinese team as the final boss. With An Jing here, they can only compete for second place.

No one can eliminate them unless they don't want to win.

And the other side.

The showdown between Greece and Britain was a feast for the eyes for everyone!

There are superpowers on both sides!

But in the end, the British team was better and directly defeated Greece!
Since then, China and the United Kingdom have entered the winners' group together. As long as these two teams win one more game, they can lock in their place in the finals in advance!

"Oh my god, they're so aggressive right from the start? They're playing against England, and their captain Zhe Luo doesn't look like someone who's easy to mess with." Jiang Yu said.

"No one cares. Beating the Greek team is a mess! There are watersheds between strong teams. I heard that Brother Jing had already captured the British team at the National Pavilion.
There won't be any accidents this time." Mo Fan waved his hand.

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An Jing didn't respond, but it was obvious that he saw the obsession with revenge in Zhe Luo's eyes. He was under such great pressure just to meet him in the semi-finals.

"Zhe Luo is coming for me. In that case, I will personally end the British team's winning streak." An Jing looked at the British team members below and spoke.

"Alright, another easy win! Straight into the finals!" Jiang Yu was used to it. You know what a championship is.

Eat and drink as you please, and the trophies and rings will come to you.

I have to say, this feeling is still very strange.

Soon, the third round of the final battle will begin on a date.

This game attracted much attention and the venue was packed!

The ultimate showdown between the winners!
As a strong team, Britain still did not choose to give up even when facing China, choosing to fight to the end! If they win, they will basically have one foot on the championship throne.

Great Plains.

For the third round of the final, the organizers of Venice deliberately chose a plain as the venue.

Considering that An Jing's magic is of large-scale destructive power, the organizers of Venice were very humane and directly chose the largest venue.

This vast plain is several times larger than other arenas! Furthermore, the defensive barrier has been strengthened, capable of withstanding even super-level magical attacks.

This shows how much pressure the organizers are under.
The two teams stood on the grass on the plain, and the atmosphere became extremely heavy.

The Chinese team still used the classic "one-to-four" formation. An Jing stood alone in the front, his four teammates cheering him on as if it were commonplace.

The British team showed no reservations and sent out their entire main lineup, obviously determined to give it their all.

"Brother An Jing, I told you we'll meet again!"

Zhe Luo walked forward alone. His green hair and emerald eyes complemented each other, giving him a gentle yet unfathomable feeling. His smile seemed friendly, but it also carried a hint of danger.

An Jing nodded slightly and inadvertently noticed Irene behind him.

Irene still maintained her signature elegance and composure, but the moment her eyes fell on An Jing, her expression was no longer so calm.

There was a slight change in his expression, and a complex emotion seemed to pass through his eyes, even with a little barely perceptible resentment.

It seems to be saying, are you standing me up again?

Big liar!!

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"Are you planning to come one by one, or all at once?" An Jing retracted his gaze and looked directly at Zhe Luo who was full of fighting spirit, with a hint of provocation in his tone.

"Heh, your team also has one person going up." Zhe Luo chuckled, his answer full of confidence.

"In that case, I'll send someone here too so I don't take advantage of you."

Zhe Luo's momentum remained undiminished. Even when facing An Jing, he still maintained his own style. There was nothing in his eyes except endless fighting spirit.

He had been looking forward to this battle for a long time.

If I hadn't underestimated the enemy last time, how could we have lost so badly?

"How about this, you and I will fight here. If I lose, I will surrender directly, and the same goes for you. This way, no matter who falls into the loser group, they can save some energy." Zhe Luo said.

An Jing is a human being, so I, Zhe Luo, am also a human being!

Since An Jing can break through himself, then I, Zhe Luo, can do the same!!

After waiting for so long, the day I have been looking forward to has finally arrived!

P.S. Thanks everyone for your votes!! I'll be writing this at home on Valentine's Day, rain or shine!!
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