Mu Zhuoyun smiled.
There was a trace of smugness in that smile. In his view, Mo Fan was certain to lose—and lose badly.
Trying to easily dodge a debt of over eight hundred thousand?
How could that be possible?
He had already made up his mind.
When the time came, he would equip his adopted son, Yu Ang, with a full set of magical equipment.
He would let that hotheaded brat Mo Fan understand that in the world of magisters, money might not be everything, but without money, one could do nothing at all!
"Then it's settled. For the next two years, the school will provide you with basic resources, but there will be no special treatment. Two years from today, you and Yu Ang will have a public match at the Bocheng Arena."
Once the agreement was reached, Mu Zhuoyun left the office.
Seeing this, Teacher Fu Ye thought to himself that the corrective power of the Full-Time Magister world was still quite strong.
The two-year agreement had arrived just like that?
That afternoon.
The entirety of Bocheng Magic High School was discussing the "two-year agreement" between Mo Fan and Mu Zhuoyun.
"Has Mo Fan gone crazy? The Mu Clan has such abundant resources. How could he possibly beat Yu Ang?"
"Trading an eight-hundred-thousand debt for a wager he has almost no chance of winning—is that really worth it?"
When Zhang Xiaohou found Mo Fan.
The latter was sitting alone in a corner of the training field.
He was turning that little Loach Pendant over in his hands.
"Brother Fan, are you really going to fight Yu Ang?"
Zhang Xiaohou asked worriedly.
Mo Fan did not answer directly, instead asking in return.
"Xiaohou, do you believe in miracles?"
"Huh?"
Zhang Xiaohou nodded, half-understanding.
"Th-then what are you planning to