"You met Sir Magician the night before yesterday?"
When the two teams' line of sight was cut off, Loren Reynold turned to Williams and asked, "What did he say?"
"Sir taught me some things and gave me a guarantee. I can't go into the details."
The corners of Felton Williams' lips curled up slightly. "Regarding tonight's battle, I've never been so confident before, including my future."
Reynold could not help but laugh. This combat superstar that he had personally groomed might not care about the challenge from the lucky prince of Georgia, but Williams was still a high school student after all. How could he not care about the rising momentum of the East Coast? Not worried at all?
Philip the First, who had been close to becoming a god in his early years, the two supreme families, and the magician who had already ascended to become a god — apart from these, Williams should have been in contact with other forces.
It seemed that the early encounter with Andre Lee Wildenstein was a good thing for Williams.
"Then tonight, let's defeat him cleanly and cleanly! You can do it, Felton! "
"Of course!"
The young man in the black school uniform clenched his fist. "I will defeat him! NMOSA (National Comprehensive Cold Weapon Combat Alliance) is not a place that anyone can join. That lucky André should just go back to Georgia and be a prince. "
…
At the same time, there were two people above the clouds, and they were looking down at the ground in a relaxed manner.
"Do you think he can defeat that mixed-blood descendant of yours?"
Standing on the left was an old man in a magic robe and gold-rimmed glasses. "I've seen André's battle videos. Even with my insight, I can't see through him. But he's undoubtedly stronger than Williams. Besides, I don't think this will help you win the war in five months. This kind of method is a little childish. "
"I hope he can! You and I have given him everything we can, so we naturally have the right to hope for an ideal result, "Philip the First said calmly.
"And what you think is a child's play can bring that bastard a huge income of five to ten billion gold duns in a year. I'm talking about pure income."
"So many?"
"Indirect influence will only be greater. Due to André's bloodline, his influence in the East is gradually growing. Nathan Group, Catilo Apparel, and Norfolk Motor had all benefited from this. Their products had broken into the closed market not long ago. And now, their reputation and influence in the political and business circles are growing day by day. "
Philip the First turned his body sideways. "My friend, are you sure that the Nathan Group and the Norfolk Family won't join the war after half a year? Protect their spokesperson? Could he be sure that Kang Xiuli wouldn't use his political and business resources to rope in more allies? And more importantly, the Deity Position … "
"In the past two hundred years, there have been four movie and television superstars and pop stars who have attained the position of God of Faith."
Philip the First continued, "Thanks to the invention of television and various new media, these guys, who have been despised as' actors' since the Middle Ages, are gaining more and more influence. And now, the voice of the people in the entertainment and music circles in America is also growing. And now, many people, including me, predict that the next God of Faith will very likely appear in the world of sports. Their number of fans and the attention they receive are not any less than those superstars. Unfortunately, the previous few War Emperors didn't manage to seize the opportunity. "
"Do you think that this descendant of yours will be able to become a God by fighting in half a year's time?"
The man in the robe couldn't help but laugh. "If he can do it, then I will personally complete the great cause of killing a God."
"The problem is that you can't even be sure when you will be able to defeat your old enemy."
A mocking smile appeared on Philip the First's face. "So, five months later, I will still have to rely on my own strength to deal with that grandfather-grandson pair."
"Soon, it's already soon! Of course, I can't be sure. "
The man in the robe rubbed his temples. "I have to complain, that great-grandson of yours is becoming more and more like you. I have already confirmed that it was that guy who added fuel to the fire. Before the battle with you, he took the initiative to give his granddaughter to a magician. He is already not inferior to you in ruthlessness. Okay, now I am very much looking forward to Williams defeating that bastard. The night before yesterday, I gave him a trump card. That should be enough to ensure his victory. "
…
In the players' lounge in the stadium, Li Mochen waited for about 20 minutes before he heard the broadcast informing him and Williams of the competition.
And the moment he walked out of the tunnel, the surrounding tremors made Li Mochen frown, feeling bursts of piercing pain in his eardrums.
The Temple Stadium in Los Angeles was slightly larger than the Storm Stadium in Atlanta. The four stands could accommodate a total of 90,000 spectators — if these people were just shouting normally, it would be fine, but the problem was that the vast majority of them were magic professionals of a certain level. While these people were roaring, they also poured their own source power into it. Tens of thousands of voices converged together, almost collapsing the entire stadium.
"This is the madness of high-level competitions! I remember that a few decades ago, women and ordinary people did not dare to enter such an occasion, they would be directly knocked out. It was not until new stadiums like the Temple Stadium and the Storm Stadium were built that things improved. They can use magic arrays and the function of magic earplugs to ensure that they are not hurt under the impact of the sound waves. "
As Carl spoke, he looked at the several stands on the left. Li Mochen's fan club in Los Angeles was directly led by the Elite Navigator Agency. They had negotiated with the competition organizers to let Li Mochen's fans gather here in the stands.
Then he found that the platinum color belonging to Li Mochen actually occupied nearly 65% of the seats in the stadium. Although most of them were women, the momentum was very great. Everyone held mineral water bottles, knocked on the seats in unison, and shouted "Must win" — this was the complete opposite of the one-sided situation outside the stadium in support of Williams.
Carl could not help but laugh. "Wow, this is the power of money."
The price of a ticket for the ordinary seats tonight had already risen to more than 800 gold duns, this was not something that ordinary people could afford. It was obvious that Li Mochen's supporters crushed their opponents in terms of financial resources.
Li Mochen had already walked up to the ring and looked at his opponent who was also on the ring — Felton Williams!
Then, with the Titan's Eye, he saw the golden light on his opponent's body that ordinary people could not see.
Li Mochen's gradually profound knowledge of magic allowed him to immediately see through his opponent's state. This was already a "Chosen One", also known as an "Apostle", a favored person of the gods!
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