When Felton Williams' figure landed, the entire Temple Gymnasium was as silent as death, and then an even louder noise rang out in several stands to the west.
Li Mochen's fans wearing platinum-gold Peugeots were frantically banging on the seats with mineral water bottles. Many young girls were almost going crazy with excitement. In the stands in front of them, the originally crazy people were stunned with expressions on their faces.
pale.
"Watt? What happened just now? What happened? Did anyone see it clearly? Hey, studio, did you hear it? Can you replay what just happened on the big screens on both sides?"
The commentator on the scene seemed completely confused and was roaring incoherently.
"Look at the scene. Our classmate Felton Williams was suddenly knocked out and fell under the ring. It seemed that he could not get up in a short time. Look, our referee seemed to be confused as well.
He stood there in a daze, which I have to say was very unprofessional. He should have raised a black flag and sentenced him to a fatal blow, five points!"
At this time, everyone in the studios and director rooms on the east side of the stadium, located under the stands, was in a panic.
"What happened? Why did you fly out suddenly?"
"It's captured. I'm playing back and analyzing it here."
"Incredible, incredible! This is truly a miraculous swordsmanship."
"This should be the most exciting and ultimate swordsmanship I have seen this year! He is really a genius. The power he uses and his speed still do not exceed level nine."
"A simple and extremely simple sword swing, just choosing a perfect angle, perfect deception, simply perfect -"
"So what should we do now? This is a live broadcast. Don't tell me this battle will be over in one minute."
"Inform the referees and staff and ask them to find ways to delay the situation within the rules. We can broadcast the scenes captured by the 24 high-definition cameras from all angles in turn."
"No! No! Let's break the commercial now. The audience will definitely be curious about what happened during this period. Many people probably didn't watch it carefully at that time, and those who saw it will also want to take a look at the sword scene again. Before that,
We have to give an account to advertisers."
"Inviting guests, I know there are two retired war kings watching the game. Invite them before other TV stations, and analyze them after the game. This can fill the gap in the program. Shit, I don't know if it's Williams.
Too inexperienced, but that lucky Andre is too strong!"
"It's the latter! You don't know, that Williams should be a chosen one by God. We don't need to panic. Our professional equipment recorded the entire battle. We can make a complete picture of his sword.
The six-hour program is titled "The Secret Hidden by That Sword," or "The Brilliance of That Sword," or "The Ultimate Sword of Genius." The ratings should be overwhelming, and I guess many viewers will be looking forward to learning about this.
tournament."
At this moment, in the VIP room No. 4, Dwight Payton had also settled down, looking expectantly at the TV hanging in the VIP room.
He clearly saw the sword strike just now, but even though he had seen it clearly, he was particularly looking forward to its replay.
"Shit! They're actually showing ads at this time. It's already been two minutes. Can't it be faster?"
Agent Edward Jeffries was cursing in a very incompetent way. He really wanted to know what happened just now. He was distracted at the beginning of the game and missed the excitement. But who would have thought that the game had just begun and William
Si has already flown out?
"Most of these advertisements are from sponsors of A&M, including us at Naison. I think the timing of this insertion is very good and it is worthy of our advertising fees."
Karl interjected from the side: "Actually, Ah Mo just used a front thrust. His sword use is very simple and looks ordinary. You will be disappointed, Mr. Jeffries."
"I know!" Edward Jeffries raised his voice: "But I just want to see it, okay? Well, all magic professionals know that there is great truth in simplicity."
With nearly 100,000 people watching at the scene, Felton Williams was dizzy. Before the ten-second countdown, he managed to stand up. Then he thought about what had just happened, but in the end he didn't care.
No matter how hard I try to think, my mind goes blank.
At this time, several referees in the audience gathered around him. One of them first opened his eyelids to check, and then asked him if he felt uncomfortable.
Williams didn't want to answer. He needed time to adjust and recall, so a large number of doctors came in to do more detailed examinations on him.
Until two minutes later, amid the impatient shouting and cursing, the giant screens on both sides began to play the scene just now. Twenty-four different angles were played in a loop, and professionals provided explanations.
Williams looked at the screen quietly, finally recalling the scenes he had just experienced personally.
Li Mochen responded to his slash with a forward thrust, which did not exceed the strength and speed of an ordinary ninth-level magic professional. It was only under the spells of 'Cat's Elegance', 'Wind Movement', 'Titan Simulation' and other spells.
The increase seems a little bit fast.
The form of direct attack offset his huge advantage in speed to a certain extent. Williams did not take this sword seriously. He only needed to change the angle of swinging the sword at will to hit the opponent.
Before stabbing yourself, chop the opponent's arm first.
However, under Li Mochen's feet, thunder and lightning suddenly sprang up - it was a thunder walking technique, and Li Mochen suddenly stepped forward to the left, almost shifting his position in front of his eyes in a flash. Then that sword strike
Stab, hit him accurately under the ribs. Then with the help of Williams' own strength when swinging the sword, he was knocked off the stage.
Thinking back carefully, Williams couldn't help but look towards the stage with blank eyes, and saw Andre standing on the ground holding a sword in both hands, watching him with a leering gaze.
That look seemed to say, so what about God's chosen people? In front of the lucky Prince Andre, he, Felton Williams, was still just a piece of trash worth mentioning.
Williams was ashamed and angry, but he was still more confused and still couldn't understand the situation. Until the referee asked him again if he wanted to continue the game.
And the voice of the great god also sounded in his ears,
"Felton! You have to pay attention to yourself and don't be deceived by him. His several fake movements when stabbing forward and the flow of energy on his body deceived my perception of divine power. You need to deal with it yourself.
analyze."
Felton Williams was suddenly enlightened and remembered Li Mochen's shoulder raising and arm swinging before drawing the sword. These movements were very small, but in conjunction with the flow of source power, they gave him a lot of emotions at that time.
Thirty kinds of wrong predictions. And the one Li Mochen chose was the most incredible one.