377: The Holy Lord's evaluation, a new storm!

"Battlefield High Stakes?"

On the other end of the communicator, Zhang Chen was stunned when he heard this phrase.

What did this mean?

Mo Yan ignored his confusion and continued speaking on his own.

"Starting tomorrow, before each team match, both opposing sides can initiate a wager challenge against the other."

"The stakes can be gold coins, resources, or equipment."

"Once one party initiates a challenge, the other party can choose to accept or refuse."

"If accepted, both parties' wagers will be notarized by the Holy Land."

"The winner of the match will take all of the opponent's stakes."

"Of course, to prevent anyone from maliciously inflating stakes and disrupting the competition..."

"The upper limit for stakes in each match is temporarily set at 100 million gold coins, or items of equivalent value."

After listening to Mo Yan's explanation, Zhang Chen gasped.

He immediately understood Mo Yan's intention!

How was this increasing the entertainment value of the competition?

This was clearly a tactic to pull the rug out from under those countries, stripping them bare!

The only reason those countries dared to collude and cause trouble was because they believed that even if they lost the match, they would only lose a little face.

But once this Battlefield High Stakes rule was introduced, the nature of the situation completely changed!

Losing a match would not only mean losing face but also losing everything!

"This... this move is truly ruthless!"

Zhang Chen's voice trembled with excitement: "This way, if they dare to cause trouble again and deliberately throw matches..."

"Then their own country's team will suffer huge losses!"

"This is forcing them to go all out in every match!"

"Exactly," Mo Yan said calmly, "I just want them to know that on my territory..."

"Either they honestly abide by my rules..."

"Or they take all their belongings and get out."

"As for their so-called Alliance of Losers, in the face of this rule, it's just a joke."

A hint of disdain flashed in Mo Yan's eyes.

"They think uniting can oppose us? Naive."

"I'm going to let them play themselves to death through infighting and suspicion."

Zhang Chen was completely captivated by Mo Yan's intricately linked overt scheme.

He could even foresee that once this announcement was released, that Alliance would instantly crumble.

After all...

No country would be willing to risk their own country's team losing 100 million gold coins just to help an ally win.

"I understand, Holy Lord! I'll go do it right away!" Zhang Chen said excitedly.

"Wait," Mo Yan stopped him.

"There's one more thing."

"To make this show even better," a devilish smile curved Mo Yan's lips.

"You'll also announce something else in the name of the Holy Land."

"Starting tomorrow, the Holy Land will launch a Champion Sponsorship event."

"Any lord can sponsor the team they support. There is no upper limit to the sponsorship amount."

"If the sponsored team ultimately wins the championship of the team competition..."

"Then all lords who sponsored that team will, according to the proportion of their sponsorship amount..."

"Share the Champion Grand Prize, provided by the Holy Land, with a total value of one billion gold coins!"

Zhang Chen's ears buzzed.

A Champion Grand Prize of one billion gold coins?!

What was the Holy Lord trying to do?

He thought the fire wasn't burning hot enough, so he was pouring another barrel of oil on it!

Once this news was released, lords all over the world would go even crazier!

Those who were still watching, those who had lost all their savings in the betting center...

They would definitely sell everything they owned and put their last bit of savings into this Champion Sponsorship!

And those Western countries, seeing such enormous profits...

Could their fragile Alliance still hold together?

Would they start fighting among themselves to compete for this one billion gold coin grand prize?

"Holy Lord... You... You're going to make the whole world crazy for you..."

"Crazy?" Mo Yan chuckled, "The apocalypse should be like this."

"Alright, go do it quickly. I'm waiting to watch the show."

With that, Mo Yan hung up the call.

Zhang Chen stood frozen in place for a long time.

Only then did he let out a long breath and wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

He dared not delay any longer and immediately gathered all his subordinates.

With maximum efficiency, he released these two announcements, which were enough to ignite the entire globe... That night.

Two announcements, jointly released by the Holy Land of H City and the official authorities of Dragon Country, exploded like two heavy bombs, stirring up monstrous waves across the global lords' network!

"[Announcement One: To enhance the competitiveness of the event, the first Global Lord Martial Arts Tournament Team Competition will add the 'Battlefield High Stakes' rule...]

"[Announcement Two: To give back to global lords, the Holy Land of H City will launch the 'Champion Sponsorship' event and provide a Champion Grand Prize with a total value of one billion gold coins...]

The first announcement put immense pressure on the official forces of all participating countries.

And the second announcement gave all ordinary lords worldwide an opportunity to rise to prominence overnight!

"Holy crap, Battlefield High Stakes? 100 million per round? Playing this big?"

"Holy Land is awesome, Champion Sponsorship, a grand prize of one billion gold coins!"

"Damn, my entire net worth isn't even a million. If I could get a share, I'd take off directly!"

"What are you waiting for? Support the Dragon Country team! Cangming City and the official team, you must choose one!"

"I'm betting everything on Cangming City! Their play is too entertaining, I trust the Holy Lord's judgment!"

"I support the official team, they've shown the spirit of our Dragon Country! This one billion prize must stay in our Dragon Country!"

For a time, the entire network was abuzz.

Countless lords frantically raised funds, preparing to participate in this unprecedented high-stakes gamble.

Meanwhile...

In a secret chat group of the Alliance of Losers, led by Eagle Country, a deathly silence fell.

Looking at the two announcements, everyone was silent.

Battlefield High Stakes?

Champion Sponsorship?

How could they still cooperate?

Who would dare to risk losing 100 million for an ally?

And who would be willing to give up the chance to compete for that one billion gold coin grand prize for outsiders?

After a long while, the representative of Gaul Country cautiously sent a message.

"Um... I think it's better if we just have fair competition."

"Let's just pretend the Alliance never happened."

"Exactly, I agree, competitive sports should have sportsmanship!"

"We Germans have always advocated fairness and justice!"

"Everyone should rely on their own abilities, good luck to all."

Within a few short minutes...

This Alliance of Losers, which had been formed less than half a day ago...

Was dissolved in a comical fashion.

The team leader of Eagle Country watched the constant 'left group' notifications popping up in the chat group.

He trembled with rage, spitting out another mouthful of old blood onto the screen.

"Mo Yan... You... You are so ruthless!"