"This is too surprising. Although it's because of James Lance's problem, André's swordsmanship may be better than we thought. The tests in the Naessen Sports Laboratory can't measure his true level at all. "
Alec Bruder had a look of surprise on his face. "You found a treasure, a rare treasure, Mr. Dwight! He's stronger than we thought. "
Dwight knew why his good friend would say that. Using the opponent's strength to counter his opponent's strength and cleverly breaking a thousand kilograms — these two phrases sounded simple, but it was very difficult to do in a battle.
If one didn't have enough strength, how could he do that? If one didn't have enough fighting skills, how could he do that in a split second?
Therefore, this kind of thing was rarely seen in a battle between professionals of the same level. It was usually a trick used by high-level professionals to bully the weak.
But today, Li Mochen put on such a show in front of them. He was two levels lower than James Lance, but he played the latter like a fiddle.
Although it was because of the opponent's stiff body movements, Li Mochen's fighting skills could also be seen.
"You don't have to say it, I know. His future is indeed limitless. "
"Speaking of which, we should celebrate. Didn't you prepare champagne in this private room of yours? Hey, get someone to bring champagne over. Three bottles of 3958 Lamier. Hurry up, okay? "
After Alec ordered his assistant in a hoarse voice, he sucked on his cigar. "I'm really looking forward to the scene of him fighting with the monsters in New York and the East Coast. Especially the one on the East Coast. For Naessen, it's a civil war, right? "
"It's indeed a civil war."
There was a fiery luster in Dwight's eyes. "But it's also what I'm looking forward to the most. Also, did you notice, Alec? The speed of Ammo's sword just now shouldn't be more than 170 kilometers per hour. "
"Of course I noticed. He's waiting for us to exhaust ourselves —"
Alec's expression changed slightly. "Sh * t, Dwight, your heart is indeed black. You want to use Penguin to gamble again, right?"
Dwight smiled and sipped the red wine in his glass. "Why do you say that? I don't understand what you're talking about, Alec. "
Alec, on the other hand, had already gotten a mobile phone from his other assistant.
"Hey, Bellam, right? The previous plan has been changed. We have to continue investing. "
"I know, I know! That kid's strength and talent had been completely revealed in this battle. But didn't you notice? André's sword speed didn't exceed 170 km/h! "
"We know that André's thrust speed can reach more than seven hundred kilometers per hour, but others don't know. Ordinary people also don't understand what it means to borrow strength to fight strength, to use skill to break a thousand catties. "
"So, I need a few commentators to question André's victory. Wasn't that simple? They can say that André won by trickery. If it were someone else, they would never have lost to him. They can also belittle that James Lance and say that he is worthless. They can even suspect that today's battle is a scam set up by the bookies. Anyway, you can make up any reason you want, okay? "
"Do you understand? No, my heart isn't black. It's someone else who's black. "
…
Below the arena, William Jacques's mouth was wide open a minute ago. He still couldn't close it.
"What the hell is going on? Do you understand, Mr. Holden? "
"I don't really understand."
Carl Holden shook his head. He was a business elite, but he had only reached level-nine in magic power cultivation.
"But I can roughly guess that the gap between the two is bigger than I thought."
"This is a technique from the East. It's very similar to the Taiji Sword's borrowing strength to fight strength."
Not far away, Coach Rickard suddenly opened his mouth to explain. His eyes were fixed on Li Mochen's figure in the ring, not moving for a moment.
"Apart from the Easterners, who have special cultivation methods to achieve this kind of combat technique, other magic power cultivation systems can only be mastered after reaching a very high level. But for you, it is also a revelation. The scene in front of you will tell you that pure strength and speed are often not an advantage. So take a good look at it! "
In the arena, James Lance was struggling with all his might. However, Li Mochen's sword seemed to be gently pressing on his shoulder, but it made him almost unable to move. All his attempts to stand up failed.
"Blue team technique violation, three points! You were hit on the side once, three points! "
The referee next to him raised the blue flag and looked at the young man next to him in surprise. As a Level-12 Outsider, he knew very well what it meant for Li Mochen to force James Lance to the ground with two strikes.
"Student Wildenstein, please take two steps back, okay? And Mr. Lance, can you please calm down? According to the rules, you must maintain a distance of six meters, and you can only start again after three seconds. If there is such a violation again, I will directly disqualify you! Do you understand? Mr. Lance — "
When the referee gave Lance a warning. Li Mochen was staring at Lance. He discovered that all parts of the man's body were swelling up, causing the armor on his body to start making cracking sounds. There was even a trace of blood flame in the gaps of the armor.
This should have been one of the characteristics of an outsider. A level-eleven magical warrior could overflow his body's source energy and form a layer of protective aura similar to that of a Taoist physical invulnerability expert to resist the opponent's magic and attacks. But at this time, James Lance could already do this.
Li Mochen guessed that this should be one of the magical warrior's combat techniques, "Hercules' Wrath"!
In Greek mythology, Hercules, the god of strength, had killed his three children in a rage.
The effect of this skill was self-evident. It could allow the magical warrior to gain more power in a short period of time, but at the same time, it would make them lose all rationality. It was usually used in situations where they needed to fight with their lives on the line.
Li Mochen shook his head and let go of the sword.
"Bastard! I'm going to kill you, I'm definitely going to kill you! "
At this moment, James Lance let out a hoarse roar again. He grabbed the two swords on the ground at lightning speed, and then once again pounced on Li Mochen fiercely and violently.
The two swords, one long and one short, even set off a densely packed blade light, almost engulfing Li Mochen's entire body.
But a moment later, when the two swords collided again, sparks burst out, and the sword light that James slashed out was instantly cleared.
Li Mochen's' Thunder Firmament 'was still spinning and stirring, and the long and short swords were once again sent flying. James Lance, on the other hand, knelt on the ground again after a round of dizziness. The huge force that was directed by Li Mochen caused the ground below him to crack. After a series of cracking sounds, the cracks spread several meters away.
"Three points deducted for the second technical violation! Student James Lance is out! Student Andre Lee Wildenstein wins! "
At this moment, the referee's expression was cold, and he raised the blue flag again.
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