"This is so surprising. Although it is due to something wrong with James Langster, Andre's swordsmanship may be even better than we thought. The test of your Naison Sports Laboratory,
It’s impossible to measure his true level.”
Alec Bruder looked surprised: "You have found a treasure, a rare treasure in the world, Mr. Dwight! He is stronger than we thought."
Dwight knew why his friend said this, to use his own strength to overcome a thousand pounds of skill - these two words are easy to say, but they are difficult to do in battle.
If you don't have enough strength, how can you be able to defeat a thousand pounds by skill? If you don't have enough fighting skills, how can you use your strength to fight against lightning?
Therefore, this kind of thing is rarely seen in battles between magic professionals of the same level. It is usually a technique used by high-ranking professionals to bully the weak.
But today, Li Mochen staged such a drama in front of them, playing with James Langster at a level two levels below him.
Although this was due to the stiffness of his opponent's body movements, it also gave a glimpse of Li Mochen's fighting level.
"You don't need to tell me, I know that his future is indeed limitless."
"Speaking of which, it's time for us to celebrate. Don't you have champagne in your private room? Hey, go and get the champagne. Three bottles of 3958 La Mire, please hurry up?"
After Alec ordered his assistant in a hoarse voice, he smoked his cigar vigorously: "I am really looking forward to the scene of him fighting against those monsters in New York State and the East Coast. Especially the one on the East Coast,
For you, Nathan, it’s a civil war, right?”
"It is indeed a civil war."
Dwight's eyes showed a fiery luster: "But it is also what I am looking forward to most. Also, have you noticed Alec? The speed of Ah Mo's sword just now should not exceed one hundred and seventy kilometers an hour.
"
"Of course I noticed, he is waiting for work——"
Alec's expression changed slightly: "Shit, Dwight, you really have a dark heart, and you want to take advantage of our Penguin gambling, right?"
Dwight smiled and took a sip of the red wine in his glass: "Why do you say that? I don't understand what you are talking about Alec."
Alec had already obtained a mobile phone from another of his assistants.
"Hey, Beram? We have to continue investing in the previous plan changes."
"I know, I know! That boy's strength and talent have been fully demonstrated in this battle. But haven't you noticed? Andre's sword speed does not exceed 170 kilometers!"
"We know that Andre's thrust speed can reach more than 700 kilometers an hour, but others don't know that. Ordinary people don't understand what it means to use force to strike with skill to break a thousand pounds."
"So, I need a few critics to question Andre's victory. Isn't it simple? They can say that Andre won by trickery and that another person would never have lost to him; or they could
Belittle that James Langster and say he is worthless; you can even question today's battle as a scam manipulated by the betting company. In short, you can make up the reasons as you wish?"
"Understand? No, my heart is not black, but someone else is."
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Below the ring, William Jacques had opened his mouth a minute ago and still can't close it.
"What is going on? Do you understand, Mr. Holden?"
"I don't quite understand."
Carl Holden shook his head. He was a business elite, but so far he had only reached level nine in magic cultivation.
"But I can probably guess that the gap between the two people is wider than I imagined."
"This is a technique that originated from the East and is very similar to the Tai Chi Sword's leveraging force."
Coach Rikar, who was not far away, suddenly opened his mouth to explain, and his eyes were fixedly looking at Li Mochen's figure on the ring, without moving for a moment.
"Except for the Easterners who have special cultivation methods to achieve this kind of fighting skills, the rest of the magic energy cultivation system can only be mastered after reaching an extremely strong level. But for you, there are also revelations. You
The scene in front of you will tell you that pure strength and speed are not advantages in many cases. So let me see it clearly!"
James Langster on the ring was struggling hard. However, Li Mochen's sword seemed to be pressing lightly on the former's shoulders, but it made him almost unable to move. All attempts to stand up were in vain.
"The blue team has one technical violation, three points! One hit on the side, three points!"
The referee next to him raised the blue flag and looked at the boy next to him with surprise. As a level 12 outlaw, he knew very well how Li Mochen forced James Langster to the ground.
What do these two swords mean?
"Classmate Wildenstein, can you please take two steps back? And Mr. Lanster, can you please calm down? According to the rules, you must keep a distance of six meters and you can start again after three seconds. If there is another
For such a violation, I will directly rule you out! Do you understand? Mr. Lanster——"
When the referee gave Lanster a warning, Li Mochen was watching Lanster. He found that all parts of this man's body were slightly swollen at this moment, causing the armor on his body to start to make a clicking sound. Then
There was even a trace of blood flames showing through the gaps in the armor.
This is supposed to be one of the hallmarks of the Outlaws. An eleventh-level magic warrior can spill his own power out of the body to form a protective aura similar to the Taoist Waigang, which is used to resist the opponent's magic and
Attack. But at this time, James Langster was able to do this.
Li Mochen guessed that this should be one of the magic warrior's fighting skills, 'The Wrath of Hercules'!
In Greek mythology, Hercules killed three of his children in a fit of rage.
The role of this skill is naturally self-evident. It can make the magic warriors who use it gain stronger power in a short period of time, but at the same time it will also make them lose all their sanity. It is generally used when they need to fight desperately.
occasion.
Li Mochen shook his head and let go of the sword.
"Bastard! I want to kill you, I will definitely kill you!"
At this moment, James Langster roared at the top of his lungs again. He grabbed the two swords that fell on the ground at a speed faster than the blink of an eye, and then once again rushed towards Li Mochen with a gluttonous momentum.
Hit it over.
The two swords, one long and one short, set off a dense blade of light and shadow, almost engulfing Li Mochen's entire body.
But a moment later, when the swords of both sides collided again, sparks burst out, and the sword light that filled the sky was instantly cleared.
Li Mochen's 'Thunder Sky' was still swirling and stirring, and then it was even easier than before, and the two swords, one long and one short, flew up again, and James Lanster, after this period of spinning,
The whole person knelt on the ground again. The huge force guided by Li Mochen and pressed down in reverse direction actually caused the ground below him to crack. After a crackling sound, it spread several meters away.
"Three points deducted for the second technical violation! Classmate James Langster is out! Classmate Andre Lee Wildenstein wins!"
At this moment, the referee looked cold and ruthlessly raised the blue flag again.