In box No. 15, the middle-aged man belonging to the Wildenstein family stood up with disappointment: "How should I put it? Michelle's daughter has amazing talent, and that boy's luck is also extraordinary."
"It's not just luck either."
Mandyvan Ferguson shook his head. This was not because of his eyesight. It was because he had long known how many resources Arcadis Sporting Goods Company had used for today's team battle.
"Andre's skills are amazing. At this stage of his life, he can actually compete with the legend."
"That's why it's scarier, isn't it?"
The middle-aged man has already put on his windbreaker with the help of his life secretary: "It's time for me to go, Mandiwen."
"I'll give it to you, Mr. Wildenstein."
Mandyvan Ferguson also took his woolen coat in his hand: "I haven't had such a conversation with you for a long time."
"No, after leaving here, I still have someone to meet, right inside this Storm Stadium."
The middle-aged man refused: "Mandivine, you just need to do what I tell you to do. You can start tomorrow, right?"
"As you wish! The editorial department is already doing the typesetting, sir."
Mandiven put his hand on his chest: "I will attack step by step until I cooperate with you and hang him."
"very good!"
The man from the Wildenstein family put the top hat on his head with great satisfaction: "Go ahead and do it, Mandyvan. As a reward, in addition to the things we agreed on, the Georgia Post will also be yours."
Not far from the next door, in room number 13, Laurent Leonard, CEO of Nathan Western Region, had stood up at some point and looked out the floor-to-ceiling window with an extremely solemn expression.
After an unknown amount of time, he turned his attention to Felton Williams, who was standing next to him: "What do you think? Felton?"
"I didn't expect that woman to be so strong."
When he said this, the flaxen-haired boy subconsciously grinned: "That guy is lucky, and his strength is beyond expectation, especially in terms of combat skills, 10s or 11s? I think it's all
I can’t express it accurately, but it may be more accurate to use the phrase “ultimate skill at level 10.” In this regard, he made me feel inferior.”
"So do you still have the confidence to defeat him now?"
"It depends on his physical fitness and the strength of his magic source."
Felton Williams mused: "If he has 70% of my physical fitness, I may lose. If it is lower than this, then I will crush him."
"You finally have some self-awareness."
Loren Leonard burst out laughing: "You still have one and a half months to compete with him, so during this period, you-"
"I will not relax or underestimate the enemy. Even if it is just for Glynn Adams, I will go all out."
Felton Williams snorted softly, and a golden light flashed in his eyes: "But Laurent, if you want to be foolproof, then you have to give me some new support. In all aspects, including intelligence."
"Of course! During this period, I will find a way to get Andre's real physical measurement data. Then all the resources for your personal practice will be doubled. But besides this, I have good news -"
Loren Leonard raised his chin and looked at Li Mochen who was walking down from the ring with cold eyes.
"Are you interested in becoming a divine benefactor? Felton? Recently, someone discovered an artifact left by Thor, the God of Thunder, at a ruins in Norway. Although that person is still sleeping, he has inherited all of Odin's legacy."
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In the next two rounds, Linden College won without any doubt. In the second round, St. Macon's side still went all out.
However, with the cooperation of Li Mochen and others, it only took five minutes to suppress the resistance on the other side. Angela's intimidation was greatly increased, so that the other side had to be on full alert to avoid being controlled by her illusion. But after losing
After entering the three realms of divine grace, the physical quality of these people has dropped to the level of only ninth-level professions.
And here, neither Lina Edric nor Louise Linden can be compared with ordinary seventh-level magic professionals. Their strength is almost at the 10s level. It is impossible for the other party to be there.
Take care of them within seven or eight rounds.
Even William Jacques was as cunning as a swimming fish. He stayed beside Li Mochen, using his speed advantage to assist the latter in fighting.
At this time, Li Mochen's strength and tacit understanding in team battles were highlighted.
He is like an iron umbrella, protecting his companions; and like an indestructible forging hammer, he can easily destroy the opponent's defense.
No matter who St. Macon is, as long as they come into direct contact with him, no one can last for five rounds. The strength and speed displayed by Li Mochen have surpassed these few, and in terms of combat skills, Li Mochen can also dominate
Advantage.
The gorgeous, concise and sharp sword skills made many young girls in the stands scream and cheer; while most of the people outside them had earth-colored faces and frightened expressions.
By the third round of the competition, St. Macon High School had completely given up, and the consciousness of those legendary strong men no longer came. And the five people from Linden College easily swept all their opponents off the stage. In this round,
The whole journey took less than two minutes.
As a result, paper rain began to fall in Hall B of the Baofeng Stadium. Countless gaming tickets were flying down, and people were shouting curses in all the stands. Some said 'shady', some said 'liar', and some said
Shout 'Prince of Fraud'.
However, at this time, although the sound waves were still roaring in the stadium, it no longer had the momentum that was threatening to collapse the entire venue. More people were slumped in their seats as if they were mourning, and they no longer had the energy to shout.
After Li Mochen walked off the ring, he apologized to Coach Rikar and Louise Linden and left early through the player tunnel.
There is still a war waiting for him to take charge, or even participate in person. Li Mochen does not want to waste time here, and he has no intention of participating in the post-game press conference prepared by the NHSA competition committee.
This may arouse the dissatisfaction of some people in the NHSA competition committee, and may even issue a fine to the school, but Li Mochen can no longer care about this.
I wonder if it was a coincidence or not, when Li Mochen drove out of the underground garage of the Storm Stadium in his 'Otto I', escorted by numerous armored vehicles, he encountered a Norfolk Aegis limousine at the intersection.
A middle-aged man wearing a suit and wearing hair cream, who was meticulously dressed, was standing next to the car, watching their motorcade passing the intersection with a slightly mocking gaze.
"That's Mandyvin Ferguson? Ha! That's the guy."
Alyssa Targaryen had arrived at the Storm Stadium in advance for a meeting. She looked out the window, and then chuckled: "Look, this guy must be full of confidence and thinks he can defeat you."
"Ignore him."
Li Mochen looked at his watch without even glancing out of the car window: "Siguo, please ask the driver in front to drive faster."
Ms. Drew said that the first wave of news broke at 3:15 today, in the middle of the current political news.
But everything about Li Mochen's 'Otto I' was good, except that it didn't have a car TV. He had to go back to the Unicorn Apartment to watch the news from the Southern Cable TV Station.