Since the competition committee had foreseen the event and deployed a strong police force in advance to maintain order, their motorcade drove into the parking lot of the stadium smoothly.
But just when Li Mochen got off the school bus, he suddenly felt something. He frowned slightly and looked forward. Then he saw a man of about seventeen or eighteen years old opposite, about thirty meters away.
The young man came over here.
The young man has rich flaxen blond hair, a high nose, and a sharp and oppressive light in his deep eyes, which is actually like an unsheathed sword, slashing towards him.
Li Mochen recognized this person, and because of his recognition, he couldn't help but have a look of astonishment in his eyes. This is Felton Williams, another 'monster' sponsored by Naison Sports Group, but this guy shouldn't be now
Competing at the state level on the West Coast?
Williams soon came within ten meters, and then an invisible field and pressure suddenly expanded from this person.
"Divine power?"
At this time, the security personnel provided by the college, Li Mochen's personal bodyguards, the police in the parking lot, and the security guards at the gymnasium all showed signs of vigilance.
Some overreacted and even drew their guns at the flaxen-haired boy.
Williams continued to move forward indifferently, and with every step he took, the mental pressure would increase. As he walked step by step in front of Li Mochen, many of the attendants provided by the college had already fainted.
A small half of them were there. The other half was forced by the huge pressure to half kneel on the ground.
Li Mochen didn't feel it himself, but there was still a bit of anger in his eyes. There was no doubt about the hostility shown by the other party at this time.
But just when he was about to respond, he saw William Jacques next to him, his body trembling slightly, holding his legs straight. This William did not fall down, but the situation was very difficult and very dangerous.
This is very rare when you only have six levels of magic power and no powerful magic weapon.
Li Mochen then changed his mind slightly and put away his plan to release his 'divine power'.
Dragons have "dragon power", and gods also have "divine power". They are higher beings with different life essences, and they exert natural pressure on lower beings.
However, dragon power only needs dragon blood to be released, while 'divine power' can only be released after becoming a demigod, or after the divine blood in the body reaches a certain level.
And this Felton Williams, the divine blood in his body is quite pure, and he can be called a son of God.
Li Mochen is confident that the Titan blood in his body has surpassed this person in terms of purity. And in terms of mental power, it is even better than the other person by several levels.
However, he is now releasing his mental pressure. The consequence of the collision with Williams is the complete collapse of William Jacques.
So Li Mochen not only stopped his plan to release his mental pressure, but also held Angela's hand. Speaking of the collision of mental powers, the latter was also able to crush this young man.
It is a pity that Felton Williams himself was unaware of this. A bit of pride flashed in his eyes, and there was also a bit of contempt.
"I've met you, lucky Andre. I'll have some snacks for today's game, and I'll be watching from the stage. Of course, if you feel scared, you can hide your shame."
Li Mochen was confused and had no idea what the guy across from him was talking about. He could only hear Williams' tone, which seemed to be somewhat reluctant.
"Some people think that you are my most difficult opponent in this session besides Green Adams. He asked me to come over and see it in person to get a correct understanding of the opponent, so I came over."
As Williams spoke, he looked Li Mochen up and down: "I hope today's game can be a little more exciting. Don't let me go in vain. You have to know that the fuel cost of my private jet is tens of thousands for one flight."
Golden Shield.”
"Wow, private jet? Very rich?"
Although William Jacques had a livid face and looked dissatisfied: "You talk as if you are great, but our Ah Mo's net worth is already several billion."
He knew that Li Mochen's Xuri Electrical Appliances Retail Company was expanding rapidly in this city and was making money every day. According to the analysis of financial experts, Xuri Company's daily net income was at least 10 million gold shields. After this year, wouldn't it be?
Billions of gold shields?
Angela tilted her head: "I guess you are no match for Ah Mo now. How about we make a bet? The bet is a private jet, the Holy Eagle 350, with a range of 19,500 kilometers and a capacity of 132 people.
model, the current price is 58 million gold shields.”
A hint of golden light suddenly appeared in the depths of Felton Williams's pupils. He glanced at William and Angela with cold eyes, and then with a cold voice, he turned around and left with disdain: "Take care of it.
Your man! Lucky Andre. I don’t want to talk to a bunch of rubbish. Of course, it’s very likely that you are a rubbish too.”
Angela couldn't help but be stunned for a while, and Lina held down her sword in displeasure.
Li Mochen shook his head, having lost interest in arguing with Williams.
The best way for him to make this person realize the reality is to defeat him in the ring. It seems that he is also very disappointed. The target that Dwight Payton designated for him to defeat is such a thing?
"Coach Rikar, you can ask the tournament committee how this guy got into the player-only parking lot? Let them hold him accountable."
Li Mochen didn't want to argue with an arrogant idiot, but he was still very unhappy when he was put in a bad mood by this person today.
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Ten minutes later, Felton Williams returned to Box 13 in the stadium. There was only one person sitting alone in this fairly spacious room.
It was a middle-aged man wearing a black tuxedo and smoking a cigar.
"How do you feel when you meet someone?"
"Feeling? Very average, no stronger than my previous opponents."
Williams walked to the seat next to him with an indifferent expression and sat down: "Are you sure he will hinder me in the future?"
"Have you never seen his fighting video?"
The middle-aged man blew out smoke rings: "That guy is indeed the best in terms of skills. As long as he has a certain amount of strength, he will be able to reach the top of his age group."
"I'm not that idiot like James Langster who can't even control his own strength. There is a gap of two levels between him and me."
Williams disagreed: "There is indeed a saying in Dongfang that one can defeat a thousand pounds by skill, but before that, there is still five words that can be broken by one force. When the skill gap between the two sides is not big, I am confident that I can crush him."
"The problem is, you have to beat him in the top 32 before you can play against Green Adams. Before that, you have to stay in peak condition. I've already let people test Dwight Payton's tone, so
This guy doesn't want to force this Andre to give way. The board of directors of Nessen Company values him more than they value you now."
The middle-aged man looked sideways: "Felton, you saw his fans outside the stadium today, right? There are at least 150,000 people there, although most of them can't get tickets."