Because it was a standard school bus, the bricks were bounced back by the magic array on the bus before they could even touch it.
But after that, hundreds and thousands of debris were thrown at them. Fortunately, there were already a large number of fully-armed police officers near the road.
Before the magic array of the tour bus was smashed by the bricks, the policemen who had formed a human wall had already waved their batons and suppressed the rioters who were throwing stones.
"Ugh, they're really enthusiastic."
Carl couldn't help but exclaim. "I guess these guys have either lost their underwear or bet their last underwear on the bookies."
He could already see the huge crowd on both sides of the street. It was a full 700 meters from here to the gate of the Storm Stadium. It was estimated that there were more than 150,000 people, far more than the maximum capacity of 70,000 people in Hall A of the Storm Stadium.
NHSAA's comprehensive cold weapons competition had a high status in America. Every time it was held, it would attract a lot of attention. But this time, it was unprecedentedly popular.
"It's all your fault, isn't it?"
William could finally hear what Carl was saying. He couldn't help but look sarcastic. "Seven out of ten TV stations say that Ammo got lucky and that his real strength is actually not as good as James Lance."
He had already been learning knife skills from Li Mochen, and was surprised to find that the latter's skills in close combat were far better than his coach's.
In fact, during the limited practice sessions in the past two weeks, Li Mochen had amazed all the cold weapons coaches, including Carl. He even saw Li Mochen fight evenly with Coach Carl without using Source Energy Projection or Source Energy Armor.
So the truth was obvious. Whether it was James Lance or Ammo's opponent, Cardio Rhodes, none of them were a match for Ammo.
"Our company spent 13 million in media and public relations this week alone to urge major media outlets to report the truth."
But Carl Holden shrugged. "But what should I say? Those gambling companies were too greedy. They could not wait to squeeze every penny out of the gamblers' pockets, so they spent more on media and public relations. Then there were the major sporting goods companies, led by Acardis. They were also anxious to smear Ammo's name and achieve the goal of stopping the continued decline in sales. They had invested heavily in various platforms. To a certain extent, this was the general trend. I don't think we need to follow. It's a waste of money. The truth was the truth. When Ammo defeated Cardio Rhode, the truth would be revealed. White was white. They couldn't slander him anymore. Besides — "
Carl Holden's lips curled up slightly. "No matter what, this is still popularity. As long as people were still concerned about Ammo's true strength and were still discussing it, more citizens of America would know the name Andre Lee Wildenstein. The media will still be like wolves chasing after food, chasing after everything related to Ah Mo. "
"So these poor fellows are sacrificed, right?" William looked at the crowd holding various protest signs outside the window with pity in his eyes.
"Ammo has spoken to the media more than once. He said that no one could stop him this year."
Carl shrugged and looked indifferent. "And William, as someone who bet heavily on Ammo, isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to say something like this? Tell me, will you? How much did you bet this time? Ten thousand, or twenty thousand? Don't tell me you didn't bet at all. This time, the odds of Ammo winning are 3.53. "
"Forty thousand!" William Jacques answered without changing his expression. "I got the driver's licenses of my parents, two aunts, three brothers, and two sisters, but I've only raised forty thousand so far."
Li Mochen couldn't help but feel envious. He also wanted to bet. With the odds of 3.5 times, he could more or less make some money. However, the NHSAA's competition committee had strict rules in this regard. They didn't allow the contestants to participate in any gambling related to their own competition, not even their family members.
"Wow ~ Forty thousand, this is really crocodile tears."
Carl chuckled. "I'll help you make up the rest of the money. There's still more than an hour before the start of the competition. I remember there's a betting company near the Storm Stadium. But I have to remind you, William, this bet is still risky. "
At this time, Carl handed another stack of documents to Li Mochen. "Our information analyst has roughly figured out what the Dragon Witch Cult might be doing to Cardo Rhodes. First is the strengthening of the body. This is certain. The technology and magic technology that the Dragon Witch Cult has mastered can definitely increase Cardo Rhodes' physical fitness by 1.5 times. Then, we found that in the past few days, someone bought five 'Crete Black Blood Stones' in the market. We suspect that they want to use the remnants of the Minotaur's consciousness to do something. We're not sure how many 'Crete Black Blood Stones' the Dragon Witch Cult has, but if they're really doing this, they must be able to help Cardo Rhodes control these powers and even use the 'Ancient Trace' ability. "
At this time, William Jacques couldn't help but feel nervous. After all, this concerned his forty thousand gold duns. After hearing such a thing, he couldn't help but be concerned.
But why was it related to the Dragon Witch Cult? The books on the history of Western magic did mention this cult, which was classified as a cult and a terrorist organization. But the Dragon Witch Cult didn't seem to have anything to do with today's competition, right? Could it be that this cult was also involved in the huge bets behind this competition?
"Including our sports laboratory's evaluation, after Ammo advanced to Rank Seven. Even if Cardo Rhodes used the 'Ancient Trace' and condensed the soul of the Minotaur, your chances of winning are still more than 70%. The two of you may be able to determine the winner after 200 rounds. "
"The remnant soul of the ancient Minotaur Prince?"
Li Mochen was stunned, then a sarcastic smile appeared on his face. "No, his chances of winning are less than one in ten thousand. I'm afraid he won't even be able to last one round."
At this moment, his mind flickered. He lifted his leg and kicked the chair in front of him, using the force to crash the chair behind him. At the same time, he pulled William Jacques and Carl Holden back half a meter. Then, in the next moment, a 'poof' sound came from the glass window next to them. An armor-piercing bullet shot in and exploded inside the car, causing hundreds of bullet fragments to bombard Li Mochen's' Divine Protector 'that was activated through the ring, causing a series of clanking sounds to ring out. At this time, everyone in the tour bus exclaimed in surprise.
Carl and William's faces were pale. There was no doubt that this was a powerful sniper. If Li Mochen hadn't reacted in time, both of them would have been affected and their lives would have ended here.
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