"Looks like it's over."
In room 15, the middle-aged man from the Wildenstein family stood up in disappointment. "How should I put it? Michelle's daughter is very talented, and that kid's luck is also extraordinary. "
"It's not just luck."
Mandivan Ferguson shook his head. It was not because of his eyesight. Rather, it was because he already knew how much resources Acadis Sports Company had used for today's team battle.
"André's skills are amazing. At this stage, he can actually fight against a legend."
"That's why it's even more terrifying, isn't it?"
The middle-aged man had already put on his coat with the help of his personal secretary. "I should go, Mandivan."
"Let me send you off, Mr. Wildenstein."
Mandiwen Ferguson held his woolen coat in his hands. "I haven't talked to you like this in a long time."
"There's no need. After I leave here, I still have someone I want to see. It's in this Storm Stadium."
The middle-aged man refused. "Mandivan, you just need to do what I tell you to do. We can start tomorrow, right?"
"As you wish! The editorial department is already preparing the page, sir. "
Mandivan placed his hand on his chest. "I will attack step by step until I cooperate with you to hang him."
"Very good!"
The man from the Wildenstein family was very satisfied as he put on his hat. "Go ahead and do it, Mandivan. As a reward, apart from the things we agreed on, the Georgia Post will also belong to you. "
Not far away, in room 13, Naessen's Western Region CEO, Loren Reynold, had already stood up and was looking out of the French window with a solemn expression.
After an unknown amount of time, he shifted his gaze to Felton Williams who was standing beside him. "What do you think? Felton? "
"I didn't expect that woman to be so strong."
As he said this, the flaxen-haired youth subconsciously grinned. "That guy is very lucky, and his strength is extraordinary, especially in terms of combat skills. 10S, or 11S? I don't think this is an accurate description. Maybe it's more accurate to say that he's a Level-10 ultimate skill. In this aspect, I concede defeat. "
"So now, do you still have the confidence to defeat him?"
"That will depend on his physical fitness and the strength of his mana source."
Felton Williams was deep in thought. If he had 70% of my physique, I might lose. If it's lower than that, then I'll flatten him. "
"At least you have some self-awareness."
Loren Reynold laughed. "There is still a month and a half before your match with him. So, in this period of time, you —"
"I won't relax, and I won't underestimate the enemy. Even if it's just for Green Adams, I'll do my best. "
Felton Williams snorted, his eyes flashing with a golden light, "But Loren, if you want to be foolproof, then you have to give me some new support. Everything, including intelligence. "
"Of course! During this period of time, I will think of a way to get André's real body test data. Then, for your personal cultivation, all the resources will be doubled. And in addition, I have good news — "
Loren Reynold raised his chin and looked coldly at Li Mochen, who was walking down from the ring.
"Are you interested in becoming a Divine Benefactor? Felton? Recently, someone found an artifact left by the Thunder God Thor in a ruin in Norway. Although he is still asleep, he inherited all of Odin's inheritance. "
… …
In the next two rounds, Linden Academy won without any suspense. In the second round, St. Macon's side still went all out.
But with the cooperation of Li Mochen and the others, it only took five minutes to suppress the opposition's resistance. Angela's deterrent power increased greatly, so that the opponents had to be on full alert to avoid being controlled by her illusion. And after losing the three Divine Benefactors, the physical fitness of these people had dropped to the level of a Level Nine professional.
And here, be it Lena Edrick or Louise Linden, neither of them could be compared to an ordinary Level-7 Magician. Their strength was almost at the 10S level. It was impossible for the opponents to finish them in seven or eight rounds.
Even William Jacques was as cunning as a fish. He stayed by Li Mochen's side, using his speed advantage to assist the latter in the fight.
At this time, Li Mochen's strength and tacit understanding in team combat were highlighted.
He was like an iron umbrella that protected his companions. He was also like an all-conquering hammer that could easily destroy the opponent's defense.
No matter who it was in St. Macon, as long as they were in direct contact with him, no one could last more than five rounds. The strength and speed shown by Li Mochen had surpassed these few, and in the confrontation of combat skills, Li Mochen also had the upper hand.
The sword technique that was both gorgeous, concise, and sharp caused the numerous young girls on the spectator stands to exclaim repeatedly in surprise and cheer. On the other hand, most of the people outside of them had ashen faces, and their expressions were filled with fear.
In the third round, St. Macon High School completely gave up, the consciousness of the legendary powerhouses no longer descended. On the other hand, the five from Linden Academy easily swept all their opponents off the stage. This round, the whole process did not take more than two minutes.
As a result, the Storm Stadium's Hall B began to rain paper, countless betting tickets flew down, and people from all four sides of the stands were shouting and cursing. Some said 'shady', some said 'liar', and some shouted 'prince of fraud'.
But at this time, although the stadium was still filled with sound waves, it was no longer as imposing as before. More people were paralyzed in their seats, as if they had lost their parents, no longer having the strength to clamor.
After Li Mochen walked off the ring, he excused himself to Head Coach Carl and Louise Linden, and left through the contestants' tunnel.
There was still a war waiting for him to oversee, or even participate in. Li Mochen did not want to waste time here, nor was he in the mood to participate in the NHSAA Tournament Committee's post-match press conference.
This might cause some dissatisfaction in the NHSAA Tournament Committee, and it was likely that the school would be fined, but Li Mochen could not care less.
Coincidentally, when Li Mochen drove out of the Storm Stadium's underground garage in his' Otto I ', escorted by many armored vehicles, he encountered a Norfolk Shield limousine at the intersection.
A meticulous middle-aged man in a suit with hair cream on his face was standing next to the car, watching them drive past the intersection with a slightly mocking look.
"That seems to be Mandiwen Ferguson? Ha! That's the guy. "
Elisa Targaryen had already arrived at the Storm Stadium ahead of time. She looked out the window and chuckled. "Look, this guy must be full of confidence, thinking that he can beat you."
"Ignore him."
Li Mochen looked at his watch, not even glancing out the window. "Si Guo, please ask the driver in front to drive faster."
Madam Drew said that the first wave of news would be at 3: 15 today, in the middle of the political news.
But everything about Li Mochen's' Otto I 'was good, except that it did not have a car TV. He had to return to the Unicorn Condominium to watch the news on Southern Cable Television.
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