Since the committee of the competition had foreseen this, they had deployed a strong police force in advance to maintain order, and their motorcade smoothly drove into the parking lot of the stadium.
However, just as Li Mochen got off the bus, he suddenly sensed something, and he immediately frowned and looked forward. Then, he saw a young man about 17 or 18 years old walking in his direction about 30 meters away.
The young man had thick flaxen blonde hair and a high nose bridge. His deep eyes were filled with a sharp and oppressive divine light. It was as if he was an unsheathed sword that was about to slash at them.
Li Mochen recognized this person, and because he knew him, he could not help but be startled. This was Felton Williams, another "monster" sponsored by Nathan Sports Group. But shouldn't this guy be participating in the state competition on the West Coast now?
Williams quickly walked to a distance of 10 meters, and then an invisible force field and pressure suddenly expanded from his body.
"Divine power?"
At this time, the security personnel provided by the academy, Li Mochen's private bodyguards, the police in the parking lot, and the security guards of the stadium all showed vigilance.
Some of them who reacted too much even pulled out their guns at the flaxen-haired young man.
Williams, however, did not care and continued to move forward, and with every step he took, the mental pressure increased a little. As he walked step by step to stand in front of Li Mochen, a small half of the many attendants provided by the academy had already fainted. There was also a small portion of them who were forced to kneel on the ground by the immense pressure.
Li Mochen did not feel anything, but there was still some anger in his eyes. There was no doubt about the hostility shown by the other party at this time.
However, just as he was about to respond, he saw that William Jacques, who was next to him, was trembling slightly and straightening his legs. This William, he actually did not fall, but the situation was very difficult and dangerous.
This was very rare in a situation where he only had a Level-6 Mana Level and did not have any powerful magic weapons.
Thus, Li Mochen's heart stirred slightly, and he withdrew his intention to release the 'Divine Might'.
Dragons had 'Longwei', and gods also had 'Godly Might'. It was a natural pressure that higher-level creatures with different natures exerted on lower-level creatures.
However, Longwei could only be released with dragon blood, while God's Might could only be released when one became a demigod or when the divine blood in one's body reached a certain level.
As for Felton Williams, the divine blood in his body was rather pure. He could already be considered a son of god.
However, Li Mochen was confident that the purity of the Titan Blood in his body had already surpassed this person's. In terms of mental strength, he was several levels higher than the other party.
However, he was now releasing his spiritual pressure. The result of colliding with Williams was that William Jacques completely collapsed.
Therefore, not only did Li Mochen stop releasing his spiritual pressure, but he also held Angela's hand. When it came to a clash of mental strength, the latter could also crush this young man.
Unfortunately, Felton Williams himself was unaware of this. A hint of smugness flashed in his eyes, but there was also a hint of contempt.
"I've met you, lucky André. Be careful in today's competition. I'll be watching from the stage. Of course, if you're afraid, you can also hide your strength. "
Li Mochen was confused. He had no idea what this guy was talking about. He could only tell from Williams' tone that there seemed to be some reluctance.
"Some people think that you're my toughest opponent in this year's competition, apart from Grimm Adams. He asked me to come and see for myself to correctly understand my opponent, so I'm here. "
As Williams spoke, he looked up and down at Li Mochen. "I hope that today's competition will be a little more exciting. Don't make me come for nothing. You have to know that the fuel cost of my private jet for a flight is tens of thousands of gold duns."
"Wow, a private jet? Very rich? "
William Jacques's face was ashen and he looked dissatisfied. "You speak as if you're very great, but our Ammo's net worth is already in the billions."
He knew that Li Mochen's Xuri Electrical Appliances Retail Company was expanding rapidly in this city, and it was raking in money every day. According to the analysis of financial experts, Xuri Company's daily net income was at least 10 million gold duns. Wouldn't it be billions of gold duns in a year?
Angela tilted her head. "I guess you're definitely not Ammo's opponent now. How about we make a bet? The bet is a private jet, Holy Eagle 350. It has a range of 19,500 kilometers and can carry 132 people. The current price is 58 million gold duns. "
A golden light suddenly appeared in the depths of Felton Williams's eyes. He glanced coldly at William and Angela. Then, he snorted and turned to leave in disdain. "Take care of your people! You're lucky, André. I don't want to talk to a bunch of trash. Of course, it's very likely that you're also trash. "
Angela could not help but be stunned. Lina also pressed down on her sword unhappily.
Li Mochen, on the other hand, shook his head. He had already lost interest in arguing with Williams.
The best way to make this person realize the reality was to defeat him in the arena. Speaking of which, he was also very disappointed. The target that Dwight Payton had designated for him to defeat was this kind of trash?
"Coach Carl, you can question the competition committee. How did this guy get into the parking lot for the players? Let them investigate the matter. "
Li Mochen did not want to argue with an arrogant idiot, but he was still very unhappy that his mood had been ruined by this person today.
…
Ten minutes later, Felton Williams returned to box 13 in the stadium. In this spacious room, there was only one person sitting alone.
It was a middle-aged man in a black tuxedo smoking a cigar.
"You've seen him. How do you feel?"
"Feel? Very average. He's not stronger than my previous opponents. "
Williams walked to the seat next to him indifferently and sat down. "Are you sure he will hinder me in the future?"
"It's not like you haven't seen his battle videos before?"
The middle-aged man puffed out smoke rings. "That guy is indeed the best in terms of technique. As long as he has a certain level of strength, he will be able to stand at the top of his age group. "
"I'm not an idiot like James Lance who can't even control his own strength. There is a gap of two levels between us."
Williams did not think much of it. "There is indeed a saying in the East that one can overcome a thousand pounds with one's skill, but before that, there is also the saying that one can overcome ten with strength. In a situation where the difference in technique between us is not too big, I am confident that I can crush him. "
"The problem is that you have to defeat him in the top 32 before you can fight Greene Adams. Before that, you have to stay at your peak. I've already asked someone to sound out Dwight Payton. That guy is not willing to force André to make way. The board of directors of Naessen's company values him more than they value you now. "
The middle-aged man looked over. "Felton, you saw his fans outside the stadium today, right? There were at least 150,000 people, although most of them couldn't get tickets. "
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