"You met the Magician the night before yesterday?"

When the convoys on both sides blocked their sight, Loren Renard turned to Williams and asked: "What did he say?"

"Your Excellency taught me some things and gave me a guarantee. I can't say more about the details."

Felton Williams' lips slightly raised: "I have never been as confident as I am now, including my future."

Renard couldn't help laughing. Although this fighting supernova, which he cultivated, did not care about the challenge of the lucky prince in Georgia on the surface, Williams was just a middle school student after all. How could he not care about the rising momentum of the East Coast? Not worried at all?

Philip I, who had approached the throne in his early years, had two supreme families, and the magic envoy who had ascended the throne. In addition, Williams should have had contact with other forces.

It seems that an early encounter with Andre Lee Wiltonstein is a good thing for Williams.

"Then tonight, just beat him up! You can do it, Felton!"

"certainly!"

The boy wearing a black school uniform clenched his fists vigorously: "I will defeat him! Not everyone can come in nmosa (National Comprehensive Cold Weapon Fighting Alliance). That lucky Andre, please go back to Georgia and be his prince."

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At the same time, there were two people above the clouds and the wind was watching below with a calm and gentle attitude.

"Do you think he can beat your mixed-race offspring?"

Standing on the left is an elderly man in a magic robe and gold-framed glasses: "I have seen Andre's battle images, and with my insight, I can't see through him, but he is undoubtedly better than Williams before. In addition, I don't think this can help you win the war five months later. Such a method is a bit of a play."

"I hope he can! You and I have given him everything we can give, so we are naturally qualified to look forward to an ideal result."

Philip I said calmly: "Which child drama you think can bring huge income of fifty to one hundred billion gold shields to that hybrid within one year, I mean pure income."

“So many?”

"The indirect influence will only be more. Due to Andre's bloodline, his influence in the East is gradually increasing. Nesson Group, Cartiro Clothing, and Norfolk Automobile Company have benefited from it. Their products have opened up the closed market not long ago. Now, the reputation and influence of their grandparents and grandchildren in both the political and business circles are also increasing day by day."

Philip I turned his back: "Friend, can you be sure that in half a year, the Nasson Group and the Norfolk family will not participate in the war driven by huge interests? To maintain their spokesperson? Can you be sure that Kang Xiuli will not use the political and business resources he has mastered to win over more allies. And more critically, the position of God—"

"In the past two hundred years, four film and television superstars and pop stars have achieved the throne of faith."

Philip I 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 increasing influence. Nowadays, people in the entertainment industry and music industry have also grown in their voices in America. Many people, including me, predict that the next faith god will likely appear in the sports world, and their fans and their attention will not be inferior to those superstars. Unfortunately, the previous war emperors failed to seize the opportunity."

"Do you think your descendant can rely on personal fighting to become a god in half a year, right?"

The man in the robe couldn't help laughing: "If he could do it, then I will complete the great cause of killing the god with my own hands."

"The problem is, you can't tell when you can get your old enemy right now."

A sarcastic smile appeared on Philip I's face: "So five months later, I still have to rely on my own strength to deal with the grandparents and grandchildren."

"It's soon, it's almost there! Of course, I can't confirm."

The man in the robes rubbed his forehead: "I have to complain, your great-grandson is becoming more and more like you. I'm sure it's that guy who is helping him. Before fighting with you, he will take the initiative to give his granddaughter to a magic envoy. He already has a cruelty that is not inferior to you. OK, I'm looking forward to Williams to defeat the bastard. The night before yesterday, I gave him a trump card, which should be enough to ensure his victory."

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In the contestants' lounge in the gymnasium, Li Mochen waited for about twenty minutes before hearing the radio sound informing him of participating in the competition with Williams.

And the moment he walked out of the passage, the vibrating sounds coming from around him made Li Mochen frown and felt a tingling pain in his eardrums.

The Temple Stadium in Los Angeles is slightly larger than the Storm Stadium in Atlanta. The stands on all sides can accommodate a total of 90,000 spectators - it would be fine if these people were just normal shouting. The problem is that most of them are magic professions of a certain level. While roaring, these people also invested their own source power into it. Tens of thousands of voices gathered together, almost shaking the entire gymnasium.

"This is the crazy thing about high-level events! I remember that decades ago, women and ordinary people were afraid to enter such occasions, and they would be shocked directly. It was not until the construction of new venues such as the Temple Stadium and Storm Stadium were improved. They can use the magic array and magic earplugs to ensure that they are not harmed under the impact of sound waves."

Carl said, looking at the stands on the left. Li Mochen's fan club in Los Angeles was directly led by the Navigator Elite Brokerage Company. They negotiated with the organizers of the event, so that Li Mochen's fans were all concentrated in the stands here.

Then he found that the platinum color belonging to Li Mochen actually occupied nearly 65% ​​of the venue. Although most of them were women, the momentum was very large. Everyone held mineral water bottles, knocked on the seats in a uniform manner, and shouted "Win to win" in their mouths - this was completely opposite to the one-sided support of Williams outside the venue.

Carl couldn't help laughing: "Wow, this is the power of money."

The price of a ticket for an ordinary seat tonight was already sold to more than 800 gold shields, which is not something that ordinary people can afford. Obviously, Li Mochen's supporters crushed their opponents in terms of financial resources.

Li Mochen had already walked onto the ring and looked at his opponent, Felton Williams, who was also on stage!

Then his Titan Eye saw the golden light that ordinary people could not see.
Chapter completed!