When Felton Williams landed, the entire temple and gymnasium were silent as death, and then even louder noises rang out in several stands near the west.

Li Mochen's fans wearing platinum-colored petroglyphics were crazily tapping the seats with mineral water bottles, and many young girls were so excited that they were about to go crazy. In the stands in front of them, the originally crazy people were stunned and pale.

"Watt? What happened just now? What happened? Has anyone seen it clearly? Hey, the director room, did you hear it? Can you replay what happened just now on the big screens on both sides!"

The live event commentator seemed to be completely unaware of it, and was roaring incoherently.

"Look at the scene, our classmate Felton Williams was suddenly knocked out and fell under the ring. It seemed that he could not get up in a short time. Look, our referee seemed to be confused, he stood there in a daze, and had to say that this was very unprofessional. He should raise the black flag and give him a fatal blow, five points!"

At this time, on the east side of the gymnasium, several studios and directors located below the stands, everyone was panicked.

"What the hell is going on? Why did it suddenly fly out?"

"I've taken it, I'm replaying and analyzing it."

"Incredible, incredible! This is really a magical sword technique."

"This should be the most exciting and ultimate sword technique I have seen this year! He is really a genius, and his power and his own speed are still not above level nine."

"The ultimate striking sword swing is just a perfect angle, perfect deception, and it is simply perfect-"

"So what to do now? This is live. Don't tell me about this battle, it will be over in one minute."

"Notify the referees and staff, let them find ways to delay time as permitted by the rules. We can take turns playing out the scenes captured by twenty-four high-definition cameras at all angles."

"No! No! Now let's insert the advertisement first, and the audience will be curious about what happened during this period. At that time, many people probably didn't watch it carefully, and those who see it would also want to repeat the scene of the sword. Before that, we have to give an explanation to the advertisers."

"Invite guests, I know there are two retired war emperors watching the game. They are invited to come before other TV stations and analyze them after the game. This can fill the gap in the show. Shit, I don't know if it should be said that Williams is too careless or that lucky Andre is too strong!"

"It's the latter! You don't know that Williams should be a desolate voter. We don't have to panic. Our professional equipment records this battle throughout the whole process. Around his sword, it can be a six-hour program. The title is "The hidden secret of that sword", or "The brilliant sword of that sword", "The ultimate genius sword". The ratings should be overwhelming, and I guess many viewers will look forward to understanding this event."

At this moment, in the VIP Room No. 4, Dwight Payton had also sat down and looked at the TV hanging in the VIP Room with expectation.

He saw the sword just now, but even though he had seen it clearly, he was looking forward to its replay.

"Shit! They actually played the ad at this time. It's been two minutes since they were playing it. Can't they hurry up?"

Agent Edward Jeffries seemed to be very ill-equitable and cursed. He wanted to know what happened just now. The moment he was distracted at the beginning of the game made him miss the excitement, but who would have thought that Williams had already flew out just now?

"Most of these advertisements come from Amo's sponsors, including us Naisen. I think the timing of this interruption is very good and worthy of our advertising fees."

Carl interrupted: "Actually, Amo just used a front thorn just now. His sword is very simple and looks ordinary. You will be disappointed with Mr. Jeffries."

"I know!" Edward Jeffries raised his voice: "But I just want to see, OK? Well, all magic professions know that there is a great truth in conciseness."

At the spot where nearly 100,000 people were paying attention, Felton Williams was dizzy. Before the counting ten seconds, he tried hard to get himself up. Then he thought about what had happened just now, but no matter how hard he tried, his mind was blank.

At this time, several referees from the audience gathered around him. One of them first opened his eyelids to check, and then asked if he felt uncomfortable.

Williams didn't want to answer, he needed time to adjust and recall, so a large number of doctors came in and gave him more detailed examinations.

It was not until two minutes later that amidst impatient yelling and scolding, the giant screens on both sides began to play the scene just now. Twenty-four different angles, cyclic playback, and professionals gave explanations.

Williams looked at the screen quietly and finally recalled the scenes he had experienced personally just now.

Li Mochen responded to his slash with a front stab, which was no more than the power and speed of an ordinary ninth-level magic profession. It was just a little faster with the amplitude of magic "Cat Elegance", "Fengxing Technique", "Titan Simulation" and other spells.

The form of direct strikes offset his huge advantage in speed to a certain extent. Williams did not take this sword seriously. He just needed to change the angle of his sword at will to slash the opponent's arm before the opponent stabs him.

However, under Li Mochen's feet, lightning suddenly grew - it was a thunder move technique. He took Li Mochen's steps and suddenly stepped forward to the left, shifting his direction in front of him in a nearly flash manner. Then the sword stab accurately hit him under his ribs. Then, with the help of Williams's power when he swung his sword, he knocked him to the audience.

After thinking carefully, Williams couldn't help but look at the stage blankly, and saw Andre standing on the ground holding a sword in his hands, staring at him with a contemptuous gaze.

That look seemed to be saying, so what about the chosen one of God? In front of the lucky Prince Andre, Felton Williams was still just a worthless garbage.

Williams was embarrassed and angry, but he was more confused and still couldn't understand the situation at that time. Until the referee asked him again whether the game would continue.

And the voice of the great god also sounded in his ears,

"Felton! You have to be careful not to be deceived by him. His few false actions when he stabbed in front and the flow of source power on his body surface deceived my divine perception. This requires you to deal with it yourself and analyze it yourself."
Chapter completed!