"It seems to be over."

In the box No. 15, a middle-aged man belonging to the Wilton Stein family stood up in disappointment: "What do you think? Michelle's daughter has amazing talent, and that boy's luck is also extraordinary."

“It’s not just luck.”

Mandivin Ferguson shook his head, not because of his eyesight. But he had long known how much resources Arcadis Sports Goods Company has used for today's group battle.

"Andre's skills are amazing. At this stage, he can actually compete with legends."

"That's more terrible, isn't it?"

The middle-aged man had already put on his windbreaker with the help of his life secretary: "It's time for me to leave Mandivin."

"I'll give you it, Mr. Wilton Stein."

Mandivin Ferguson also held his woolen coat in his hand: "I haven't talked to you like this for a long time."

"No, after leaving here, I have another person to see you, right in this Storm Stadium."

The middle-aged man refused: "Mandivin, you just need to do what I told you, and you can start tomorrow, right?"

"As you wish! The editorial department is already typing on it."

Mandivin stroked his hand to his chest: "I will attack step by step until I cooperate with you to hang him."

"very good!"

The Wilton Stein man put his hat on his head with satisfaction: "Let's go and do it, Mandivin. As a reward, in addition to the things we agreed on, the Georgia Post will also belong to you."

And not far from next door, in the room marked Thirteen, Nesson's western region, Loren Renard, had stood up at some point, looking out the floor-to-celebrity window with an extremely solemn expression.

It took him a long time to turn his gaze to Felton Williams standing beside him: "What do you think? Felton?"

"I didn't expect that woman to be so strong."

When saying this, the flax-colored boy grinned subconsciously: "That guy is lucky and has an unexpectedly strong body, especially in terms of combat skills, 10s or 11s? I think this cannot be accurately expressed. Maybe using the ultimate skill at level 10, which may be more accurate. In this regard, he made me feel at a disadvantage."

"So, do you still have the confidence to defeat him now?"

"It depends on his physical fitness and magic source strength."

Felton Williams thought: "If he had 70% of my physical fitness, I might lose. If it was below this value, I would stomp him."

"You're still a little self-aware."

Loren Renard laughed: "You have a month and a half to play with him, so during this time, you-"

"I will not slackew, nor underestimate the enemy. Even if I am just for Green Adams, I will do my best."

Felton Williams hummed softly, and a golden light flashed in his eyes: "But Loren, if you want to be foolproof, you have to give me some new support. It is in all aspects, including intelligence."

"Of course! During this period, I will find a way to get Andre's real physical test data. Then, all resources will be doubled for your personal practice. In addition, I have good news -"

Loren Renard raised his chin and looked at Li Mochen who was walking down the ring with a cold look.

"Are you interested in becoming a God's Benefactor? Felton? Recently, someone discovered an artifact left by Thor Thor at a site in Norway. Although he was still sleeping, he inherited all the legacy of Odin."

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In the next two rounds, Linden Academy won no doubt. St. Macon still gave his all in the second round.

However, with the cooperation of Li Mochen and others, it took only five minutes to suppress the opponent's resistance. Angela's deterrence greatly increased, which forced the opponent to be fully alert and avoid being controlled by her illusion. After losing the three divine grace domains, the physical fitness of these people has been reduced to the level of only a level nine profession.

And here, whether it is Lena Adrick or Louise Linden, they are not comparable to ordinary level seven magic professions. Their strength is almost at the level of 10s. The opponent can no longer solve them within seven or eight rounds.

Even William Jacques was as cunning as a swimming fish. He stayed by Li Mochen's side, using his speed advantage to assist the latter in fighting.

At this time, Li Mochen's strength and tacit understanding during team combat were highlighted.

He is like an iron umbrella, protecting his companions; he is also like an invincible forging hammer, which can easily destroy the opponent's defense.

No matter who St. Macon is, as long as he is in contact with him, no one can support five rounds. The power and speed displayed by Li Mochen has surpassed these people, and Li Mochen can also gain the upper hand in the battle of combat skills.

The magnificent, concise and sharp sword skills made many young girls in the stands scream and cheer; while most of them were all looking like earth and looked sad.

By the third round of the game, St. Macon Middle School completely gave up, and the consciousness of those legendary strong men no longer came. The five people from Linden Academy easily swept all their opponents off the stage. This round took less than two minutes.

So the B-stadium of the Storm Stadium began to rain paper, and countless gambling tickets fell down, and people shouted loudly in the stands from all sides. Some said "shady", some said "liar", and some said "scam", and some said "prime fraud".

However, at this time, although the sound waves in the gymnasium were rolling, it was no longer the momentum that had to shake the entire venue before. More people were as if they had lost their parents, collapsed in their seats, and had no strength to clamor.

After Li Mochen walked off the ring, he accused Ricard and Louise Linden of the head coach and left early through the player channel.

There is another war waiting for him to take charge, and even personally participate. Li Mochen is unwilling to waste time here and has no intention of participating in the next post-match press conference prepared by the nhsaa event committee.

This may arouse dissatisfaction among some people in the nhsaa event committee, and they may also issue tickets to the school, but Li Mochen no longer cares about these.

I don't know if it was a coincidence, when Li Mochen was riding his "Otto I" and drove out of the underground garage of Storm Stadium under the escort of many armored vehicles, he encountered a Norfolk Aegis extended sedan at the intersection.

A middle-aged man in a suit and wearing a hair cream and meticulous body was standing next to the car, watching their convoy pass by the intersection with a slightly mocking look.

"That seems to be Mandivin Ferguson? Ha! That's this guy."

Alisa Targaryen had arrived at Storm Stadium in advance to meet. She looked out the window and chuckled: "Look, this guy must be full of confidence and thought he could eat you."

"Ignore him."

Li Mochen looked at his watch and didn't look out the window, saying, "Siguo, please let the driver in front drive faster."

Ms. Drew said that the first wave of revelations was at 3:15 today, the middle of current affairs news.
Chapter completed!