When Li Mochen appeared under the ring, Hall B of the Baofeng Stadium where they were was suddenly roared like a mountain and a tsunami.
"fraud prince!fraud prince!fraud prince!"
The voices of tens of thousands of people were like one person, and the huge wave of sound swept through all corners of the stadium.
At the beginning, Li Mochen's fans tried to resist. But after only two minutes, they were suppressed. This made many young women in the stands angry and a little aggrieved.
"You made them lose too much money, Ah Mo."
William Jacques couldn't help but gritted his teeth: "This is called the more you lose, the deeper your hatred, and they will stare at you in the future."
"fine."
Karl was very calm: "Even this kind of anti-fan can bring a lot of benefits to Ah Mo. Today the NHSA competition committee set a ticket price of 300 gold shields for an ordinary seat, but it was still robbed within an hour.
Just. The money they make today alone is enough to cover the expenses of the competition committee for several years - I mean after they split the accounts with several participating high schools. So it is not surprising that if the referees of the competition committee have not taken bribes
, it should tilt slightly toward us."
When William heard this, he immediately nodded in agreement, "I can see it!"
Therefore, the treatment given to them by the competition committee is particularly good. Not only are the staff in the venue very warm and considerate, but the rest room given to them is also the best.
His eyes rolled slightly, knowing that Karl was reminding him in a roundabout way. If the situation was unavoidable, then he could use some unconventional methods.
If the management of the NHSAA Tournament Committee does not want to see Linden College eliminated prematurely——
Lena Edric looked at Angela with some worry. She found that her young lady's mood seemed to be a little off. The girl's cheeks were always slightly bulging, and when she looked at the stands on the left and right, she clenched her little fists.
.This is so unlike a young lady. Angela was nothing like her before.
No matter what happens, he can deal with it calmly, even if he was taken advantage of by Li Mochen in the locker room, he can still deal with it rationally; even if he was "snapped" by Belinda in the Xingmai Noble Academy,
If you seduce a male friend you like, the lady will get sulky at most.
Is it because the seal of mental power has been unlocked? So there are more emotional fluctuations? Is it because of Li Mochen? If so, this guy really deserves death.
If she was just sulking, it would be fine, but she was worried that her young lady might have other ideas——
Just when Lina was secretly speculating and worried, staff from St. Macon Middle School also entered the venue one after another. Their eyes shifted to look at the young men and women wearing yellow sweatshirts opposite.
The most eye-catching among them are naturally the two benefactors of St. Macon Middle School, one is Claude Antle, and a girl named Isa O'Neill.
The former among them has already reached the quarterfinals in the interstate finals and is about to encounter Li Mochen in the next semifinals. Not only is this man extremely powerful in combat, he also possesses three divine grace domains, which is shocking to the world.
As for the girl, she is a seventh-level shield warrior who is favored by Kratos, the God of War.
Feeling the attention of everyone at Linden College, they all looked over. Claude Antle among them even glared at Li Mochen coldly, and then sneered and drew a line on his neck with his thumb.
The horizontal line gave him a throat-slitting ceremony.
At this time, bursts of cheers could be heard from all sides of the stadium.
"Saint Macon must win!"
"Did you see it? They are all a group of soft-footed shrimps, you win!"
"Antle, please kick that guy's balls, please?"
"One minute! Get rid of them all in one minute."
Although these roars were no longer as uniform as before, they were still thunderous and loud. In comparison, Li Mochen's fans in the stands were much duller.
"We have tried our best."
This is Li Mochen's professional agent, Berg Ferguson. Although his surname is Ferguson, he has nothing to do with Ferguson Media or Mandyvin Ferguson.
This person spread his hands in shame: "Although we have arranged for no less than fifty professionals to be responsible for the organization, the current status of your fans determines their lack of combat effectiveness. Most of them are young white-collar women.
Married women, or girls from middle-class or wealthy families, cannot catch up with those rough guys who are gamblers in terms of their voices.”
Li Mochen's reaction was very dull. He didn't care about the cheers in the stands at all. The situation he faced now would not be worse than the previous match against James Langster. At that time, the entire stadium was
The applause given to him was far less than the times in the past in the Realm of the Original Firmament, when he stood alone against tens of thousands of demonic troops with a cold look on his face.
Li Mochen was only worried that William and the others would be affected, leading to abnormal performance.
But the situation is not bad, Louise Lyndon remains calm, William Jacques is at least very calm on the surface, breathing very steadily, Lina seems to be still worried about her sister, looking absent-minded and worried. As for An
Kira actually looked eager to try.
Soon the game time came, and at 2:25, a female announcer's voice rang out in the stadium.
"Please prepare the Linden College team and St. Macon High School team. Your game will start in Hall B in five minutes."
"Let's go up."
Louise Linden took the stage first, followed closely by Li Mochen. Over there, five people from St. Macon Middle School, led by Claude Antle, also walked up.
The arena for the team competition was ten times larger than the individual competition, covering an area of 2,000 square meters. The two sides could stand opposite each other with a distance of thirty meters, and there were six referees standing next to them.
At this time, in the audience, Li Mochen's manager Berg Ferguson frowned and asked Karl impatiently: "At this time, can you say something accurate? Can you win this game?
My boss is very concerned about it, but you are unwilling to share Ah Mo’s latest physical test data."
He also watched several simulated battles that took place at Linden College. At present, it can only be confirmed that due to the sudden rise of Ahn'Qiraj, even if Linden College loses, it will not lose too badly.
Karl couldn't help but laugh: "Look at me now, do I have any worried expression?"
Borg looked at him carefully and then felt relieved: "It means we are sure to win? Why not share the data? We should be on the same front."
"There is a 100% chance of winning. Amo's control over the Silent Law is like the coming of the winter god. He will surprise the opponent. As for why we don't share the data, it's because we don't want anyone to know his details."
Karl squinted at Mr. Ferguson next to him: "On most matters concerning Amoy, we are indeed on the same side, but in some aspects we are not. I think Mr. Ferguson, instead of questioning me here, it would be better to
Put more effort into Ah Mo, he still doesn't trust you, right?"
Borg Ferguson's eyes suddenly narrowed slightly and he glanced at Karl coldly. But then his attention shifted to the stage. Just as they were talking, the game was about to start.