135: Chapter 136 How much lower can it go? Surely it can't go completely down!

"I'm not much better off…"

A-Nuo's tone was low; he clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white.

The odds for Hans to take first place were 51, and his were 50; the two of them were jokingly referred to as the Crouching Dragon and Fledgling Phoenix.

The competition hadn't even started, yet Gods Arena had already dealt them a fatal blow.

"We've joined forces, yet we're still looked down upon by Gods Arena like this?" Xu Shijun swept his gaze over the three of them, his tone icy and laced with a hint of anger: "This is an utter humiliation!"

Xu Shijun was starting to lose his cool.

Gods Arena was simply too outrageous. Shen Mo had been very strong in the first two rounds, that much was true.

But they were joining forces to snipe him now! These odds…! They were practically a joke!

...

In the livestream, the moment the odds were announced, not only did the four of them, including Xu Shijun, feel humiliated, but the viewers from the countries they represented were also so angry they were nearly fainting.

"Sh*t!! Our Great Stick Nation was actually given odds of 28! And this is our SSS-rank trainee!"

"This is too insulting! The four of us national representatives have joined forces, yet we're still not as good as one Shen Mo?!"

Various voices pounded against the screen like a tidal wave, and the air was thick with the scent of anger.

These countries were truly starting to break down.

After all, the odds basically represented the attitude of Gods Arena; Shen Mo's low odds meant that Gods Arena believed he had a significantly higher probability of taking the championship.

Germany and France were even more devastated! They were shaking with cold anger!

You're making a fuss over 28 odds? Then what do our starting odds of 50 and 51 count for?

Should we just go drown ourselves in a puddle of pee? *Waaaah.*

So the joint challenge was actually going to turn us into clowns… Mom, I want to go home.

The viewers from the Dragon Kingdom, on the other hand, were celebrating.

"Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter. These odds—Gods Arena is just too blunt!"

"Sigh, Brother Shen is great at everything, he's just a bit excessively strong. Look, the first round was ten times, the second was five, and now it's been slashed directly to 2. I reckon if he plays a few more rounds, Brother Shen's odds might drop even further!"

"How much lower could it possibly go? It couldn't just disappear, could it!"

Some viewers started joking around, completely unconcerned. Clearly, Shen Mo's strength gave them a lot of confidence. So what if four countries joined forces? It's not like Brother Shen hasn't fought them before. What the hell is there to panic about! Just watch!

The livestream chat was flooded with messages, and many viewers were messing around, but soon, they couldn't laugh anymore.

Because someone noticed that ever since they said that line, 'How much lower could it possibly go? It couldn't just disappear, could it!', Long Chen's expression had become a bit strange…

Dragon Kingdom viewers: "???"

Wait, no? Brother Chen, are you serious? This thing can actually drop to nothing?!

Long Chen coughed lightly, feeling a bit awkward: "Everyone, don't panic. Although… well, when I participated in the arena tournament back then, it was indeed dropped to nothing. But so many years have passed, maybe the arena rules have changed?"

*Whoosh!* The livestream instantly went quiet.

Brother Chen, when you say that, just ask yourself if you believe it! At least show some confidence, hey!

"…" Long Chen spread his hands helplessly: Is it my fault?

He really didn't have any odds back then!

Shen Mo was actually doing pretty well; his odds had at least lasted for three rounds. Long Chen remarked that when he advanced to the arena tournament with a 130-game winning streak back in the day, the odds only seemed to last for one round.

It was cancelled by the second round, damn it. Long Chen hadn't even had a chance to earn any points.

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On the other side, on the arena stage, Shen Mo's expression was twisted to a certain degree, his face flashing like a carousel of colors, turning blue then red: "Um… Brother Alo? Brother Des? Can I still refuse the match now?"

Shen Mo was full of regret!

He only remembered after seeing his odds that he seemed to have forgotten a very important thing!

Although all his points had already been bet.

But after buying the Augments, he only had 34,560 points left. With odds of 1:2.32, he could only scrape together over 80,000 points at most. You have to know, this was a joint challenge!

He lost big! He lost big!

"…" Alodes was speechless.

Refuse the match? Don't think I don't know what you're plotting, you brat!

Hmph! You guy, I know what you're up to as soon as you twitch your butt!

Did you forget to ask these people for points? Now that the match has started, you remember?

Let me tell you… not a chance!

If Brother Chen had said that, I would have pretended not to hear it, but as for you… Alodes snorted proudly. This brat didn't know how to conduct himself at all; he'd helped him so many times, yet he'd never seen any benefits in return.

Does he really think I, Lord Alodes, am just a tool?

However, if you said a few nice words and flattered me, maybe I could open a backdoor for you, like a 'sudden arena malfunction requiring inspection' or something, to let you collect some points.

Alodes hummed a few times: "In principle… it's definitely not allowed~"

"Forget it if it's not allowed." Shen Mo nodded. Hmm, that was true; the match had already started, so it would definitely be too late to refuse now.

Since he couldn't make an exception, then this referee was useless.

Shen Mo waved his hand impatiently: "Fine, then hurry up and announce the start. I'm still waiting to bully these few losers."

Alodes: "…"

Fine, fine, fine! Just you wait, you brat!

"I announce! The match officially begins!"

Following Alodes' announcement, the atmosphere at the venue immediately became lively. Countless people erupted into a roar of excitement, and cheers were endless, though most of them were directed at Shen Mo.

On the arena stage, Shen Mo hesitantly scratched his head. Why did he feel like Alodes' voice… sounded a bit like he was gritting his teeth? Could it be his imagination?

Forget it. Why think so much!

Time passed bit by bit. Stage 1-1 began, and the shop officially refreshed!

*Whoosh!* As a few chess pieces appeared before Shen Mo's eyes, he didn't hesitate to immediately pick up Soraka to start working. Since he wanted to play Sugarcraft, Soraka was definitely a must-have. As for Malphite, he could beat him easily.

"Let's talk about it. How is everyone planning to play this round?"

The four-country voice chat continued. The few people who were almost angered to death had now regained their composure.

The points and odds were already in the past, and getting angry was useless. Shen Mo's momentum was currently at its peak, and it was actually reasonable for the arena to think Shen Mo would win; after all, they hadn't been able to defeat him before.

However. That was the past!

Now the four of them were holding their breath, just waiting to kill Shen Mo in this round and take him down in one fell swoop!

Xu Shijun spoke first: "I recognize all the Hextech I've taken this round! After losing to Shen Mo last time, I went back and studied it carefully, developing a 'Double Skill' lineup."

"Although this lineup allows my 'Veigar' to cast two ultimates at once when using his skill, that's not all. I also discovered that if you want Veigar's damage to be higher, it's directly related to the number of Staffs you purchase."

"Simply put, in a single match, the more Staffs you purchase, the stronger my Veigar will be!"

Xu Shijun spoke very arrogantly. The voices of the others in the headset suddenly went quiet.

France and Germany exchanged glances, still feeling somewhat surprised in their hearts. How to put it… although Great Stick Nation had been bullied miserably by Shen Mo, this guy Xu Shijun really did have something up his sleeve!

He was truly worthy of being their domestic SSS-rank trainee!