People from all over the world gradually made their way to Venice. The small city of Venice had almost tripled in just a few days. The boats, bridges, plazas, and buses were all crowded.
Venice was not huge, thus it could not hold a lot of people. The city gradually began to limit the number of people that were entering the city.
The World College Tournament was the main culprit that had caused the peaceful Venice to be crowded all of a sudden.
There were not many duels between Mages in the world, and the Magic Associations did not encourage the old Mages to put on a show in the duels and show it to the TV. After all, magic was sacred and sacred, yet it was full of destruction and destruction …
The students were the only ones who were able to create such a trend. The students were young and energetic, and their presence was a great indicator of how successful a country was in terms of magic education. As a result, the World College Tournament had become the biggest magic duel in the world every four years. On top of that, the students were not too strong, but they were not too weak either. They were the most suitable people to participate in magic duels.
The flags of the countries that were selected were hung high in the Governor's Palace in Venice. There were a total of thirty-two teams that had made it to the final duel in Venice. They had all performed outstandingly in the matches and missions they had taken. The ranking of the teams was also an indicator of the overall magic level of each country, so there was not too much of a difference in the ranking.
The teams that were selected to make it to the final duel in Venice were considered strong magic countries.
Thirty-two flags were hung in the sky above Venice. When the sun rose from the east, the magic cannons were fired in the beautiful city by the bay. The brilliant, sacred light shone upon the young faces of the teams from different countries. Many students were imagining the day when they were listening to Italy's magic battle song and enjoying the envious, worshipful, and hopeful gazes of the people from all over the world. They were no longer just insignificant Mages, but had a chance to join the Parthenon College, the Sacred Hall of Liberty, the Holy Judgment Court, or the Sacred Hall of St. Peter's Cathedral. Everyone would gasp when they heard their names.
The people that had attended the final duel were all reputable Mages in the world.
"I would like to express my gratitude to the Sacred Hall of Liberty in America, the Tower of Dubai in Asia, the Sacred Hall of St. Paul in Europe, the Magic Castle of the Cape of Good Hope in Africa, and the Altar of Saint Kai in Australia. Welcome to Venice! Once again, I would like to thank the Hunter Union, the International Clan Alliance, the Shoreline Alliance, the Parthenon, the Holy Judgment Court, the Forbidden City, the Tokyo Shrine of Mages, the Tehran Magic Magic Ridge, St. Peter's Cathedral … thank you all for coming here.. Of course, there are also the protagonists of this grand magic tournament, the most outstanding young Mages from thirty-two different countries who have been selected from the major magic schools … "Fabio, the governor of Venice, began his speech in a loud voice.
The venue for the opening ceremony was not very big, but those who were present were all famous Mages in the world. The forces and organizations behind them were the holy lands that all Mages yearned for.
China's representative was the Chief Royal Mage, Pang Lai, who was the Old Royal Mage that the Governor had mentioned. The Royal Mages of China were the strongest Mages in China. Their rank was higher than the Magic Court, the Pearl Magicians, and the Imperial Guards …
The other organizations that were named after famous places in their respective countries were the National Mages Associations that represented their countries. Parthenon and the Holy Judgment Court were the most reputable organizations in the world.
Parthenon, the Holy Judgment Court, and the Hunter Union might have originated from their respective countries, but their influence in the world was comparable to the Magic Associations of the five continents.
In terms of the strongest Magic Organizations in the world, there were eight of them.
As such, in terms of social status, Mofan's status as a Hunter Master was quite impressive. The positions of the Mages in the eight factions were basically the standard to determine the strength of the Mages in the world. A five-star Hunter Master was comparable to a mayor or a general of a city in a country.
Unfortunately, Mofan had yet to become a five-star Hunter Master. He was still a distance away from that.
A seven-star Hunter Master would be called a Senior Hunter. The status of a Senior Hunter was quite high. Many times, the Magic Associations, armies, cities, and countries would need the help of Senior Hunters.
Mo Fan was determined to become a Senior Hunter, too. Even though he had become a Four-Star Hunter Master after the incident with the Drowning Curse, he was still a distance away from becoming a Senior Hunter. The bounty was easily worth a few hundred million, or even a few billion. Anyone would be drooling just by looking at it!
Zhao Manyan was quite familiar with the important figures of the various factions. He could not help it, as he had been living with a 'reputable' Mage for a long time. It was basic knowledge that his family required him to be familiar with the people in charge of the factions!
After the opening ceremony, it was time for the intense and exciting process of drawing lots.
There were thirty-two national teams, and every country would stumble into one another. It had turned into a huge betting pool across the world. Why were ordinary people interested in watching the World College Tournament when they were not interested in the national affairs or the Magic Competition?
First, it was a hot topic that only happened once every four years. It was closely related to the prosperity and glory of their countries. Second, the amount of money generated by the betting pools was comparable to the total amount of money a country could earn from importing and exporting …
"Captains, go ahead and draw lots," Advisor Feng Li said to Ai Jiangtu.
The captains of each of the 32 teams stepped forward. Originally, the teachers were in charge of drawing lots, but it was unknown when it started, but the captains were in charge of drawing lots. This could be considered a kind of glory. After all, the whole process of drawing lots was broadcasted live. The captains' faces would be exposed to the eyes of the whole world.
Ai Jiangtu was a bold man. After drawing the lots, he did not even bother to check which team it was. After showing it to the referee, he walked back with the drawing board in his hand.
There were thirty-two teams. Even the strongest countries were nervous. The team that they were matched against was very important. Strong countries did not want to be matched against strong countries at the start of the tournament, as it would only expose their strength too early. Weak countries would be eliminated early if they were matched up against strong countries. They would have to return to their countries before anyone could remember their names and faces. If they did not perform well, they might even be scolded by their countries. In a society where freedom of speech prevailed, ordinary people were the best at scolding people. They were clearly clueless about magic, yet they were still able to scold people in a logical manner. People could not help but believe that they were just a smurf account used by some Sacred Magician to scold people online.
As such, even though the participants of China's national team were excited, they were also under great pressure. Apparently, in the last World College Tournament, China's team was extremely unlucky. They were matched up against the American team in the second round, and were utterly crushed.
If they did not achieve a good result this year, even the leaders of their countries would be displeased. How were they supposed to negotiate with other countries in the future? After spending half a day trying to figure out what the leaders of other countries were thinking, the first thing they said was, "I heard your national team lost again." They simply had the urge to flip the table!
Everyone's eyes were fixed on Ai Jiangtu's face, trying to figure out if he was happy or worried about the draw. Unfortunately, Ai Jiangtu only had a solemn expression on his face, which was always the same regardless of the occasion. Everyone was simply wasting their efforts.
While they were waiting for Ai Jiangtu to announce which country they were facing, the members of the Japanese team suddenly cheered in joy. They kept talking in Japanese.
“luckly！ so-luckly！！”
To put it simply, they were shouting, "How lucky!!"
Mofan and the others had already fought against the Japanese team. They had been showing off their strength when they were taking on the Red Ornaments Guild of the Caribbean. Mofan even remembered the names and faces of a few of them.
The guy who was shouting about his luck was probably Akira Matsuki, who also wanted to obtain the Dark Noble Cloak. He was currently staring at them with a smug smile on his face.
"Are they our opponents?" asked Mofan.
Almost half of the members of the Japanese team had turned around to look at them. Akira Matsuki, Shou Watani, and Soft Girl were all old acquaintances.
"I think so," Nan Jue showed the name of the draw with a wry smile.
Even among the thirty-two countries, there were differences between the strong and the weak. The Japanese team was surely above average among the thirty-two teams. It must be fate that brought them together!
"I seriously don't understand why they are so happy, as if they are so proud of beating us," Jiang Shaoxu was disdainful of their reaction.
"It's all because of our miserable ranking in the previous tournament. They obviously placed us among the weaker teams. As a matter of fact, we weren't that weak in the previous tournament, but we only stumbled into the bandits from the United States in the elimination round," said Jiang Yu.
"Let them be happy for now, they won't even have the chance to cry on the day of the tournament!" harrumphed the proud Guan Yu.
…
…
On the other side, the Japanese team had already put away their pride and began to discuss how to deal with it professionally.
Their advisor, Nobuko Fujikata, was not as optimistic as the students. She glanced at Mofan, who was wearing a blue outfit on the Chinese team, and said, "Was this guy the one who was fighting against the leader of the Red Ornaments Guild, Casso?"
"Oh, oh, I almost forgot about him!" Shou Watani immediately came to a realization.
Mofan's strength during the duel against the Red Ornaments Guild was quite shocking. They had to be cautious of him!
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
