On the British National Team's side, several coaches were already looking rather grim.
Sebastian, who led them, looked especially furious after hearing Drake's words.
Several British National Team members nearby straightened in their seats at the sight, lest they draw their coach's wrath.
After all, although they all came from respectable backgrounds, Duke Ailin was the only one who truly dared defy Sebastian.
Anyone else who caught his attention would inevitably get a dressing-down, even their captain, Zhe Luo.
"They really are strong. That Space Element mage should be their captain, and that Wind Mage definitely has more strength than he's shown... I didn't expect them to field such a powerful team," Sebastian said.
Judging by the strength the Chinese National Team had displayed so far, losing the first match would hardly affect them.
Who could have known these Chinese competitors would choose to clash head-on with the United Kingdom...
At least in Sebastian's eyes, it was hardly a wise move. Both sides would lose out, while the other teams reaped the benefits.
But no matter how much he cursed those irrational Chinese fools, the facts were right before him. There was nothing Sebastian could do.
"Zhe Luo, get ready. You too, Weston."
Zhe Luo and Weston understood what he meant when he called their names. They put away their flippant smiles and obediently answered.
In the Arena, Mu Ningxue had finished setting up her domain as well.
"Wind Wings!"
A pair of pure-white wings unfurled behind her. With a powerful flap, she rode the lingering Fuyao Wind Mu Nujiao had left behind and swiftly soared high into the air!
"Ice Wind Nirvana!"
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!!
With a sharp cry from Mu Ningxue, every trace of magical energy was scattered. In just a few seconds, the entire