"It's surprising, although it's because of James Lanster's own problems, but Andre's swordsmanship may be even better than we thought. Your tests in Nathan Athletic Lab don't measure his true level at all. ”

Alec Bruder looked amazed: "You've found a treasure, a rare treasure in the world, Mr. Dwight! ”

Dwight knew why his friend was saying that, and he used his strength to break a thousand pounds with skill—two words that are easy to say, but difficult to do in combat.

If you don't have enough strength, how can you break through a thousand pounds with skill? If you don't have enough fighting skills, how can you use your strength to fight with electricity?

Therefore, this kind of thing is rarely seen in the battle of a magic professional of the same level, and it is usually a technique used by a high-ranking professional to bully the weak.

But today's Li Mochen staged such a drama in front of them, lowering James Lanster by two levels, and playing the latter in the palm of his hand.

Although this is due to the stiffness of the opponent's own body movements, Li Mochen's fighting level can also be glimpsed from this.

"I don't need to say it, I know it. His future is indeed limitless. ”

"Speaking of which, it's time for us to celebrate, aren't you prepared for champagne in this private room of yours? Hey, you go and have someone bring champagne, three bottles of 3958 Lamele, hurry up OK?"

After Aggreko finished instructing his assistant in a hoarse voice, he puffed on his cigar vigorously: "I'm really looking forward to the picture of him fighting those monsters in New York State and the East Coast." Especially the one on the East Coast, it's a civil war for you Nathan, right?"

"It's a civil war. ”

Dwight's eyes showed a fiery luster: "But it's also what I'm looking forward to the most." Also, I noticed that the speed of Alec Ammo's sword just now should not exceed one hundred and seventy kilometers in an hour. ”

"Of course I noticed, he's waiting for work—"

Alec's expression moved slightly: "Shit, Dwight, your heart is really black, and you want to use our penguins to gamble, right?"

Dwight smiled and took a sip of the red wine in his glass, "Why do you say that? I don't understand what you're talking about, Alec." ”

Alec had already gotten his mobile phone from another of his assistants.

"Hey, Beram, is it? We have to keep investing in the previous plan changes. ”

"I know, I know! That kid's strength and talent have been shown in this battle. But didn't you notice? Andrei's sword speed did not exceed 170 kilometers!"

"We know that Andrey's stabbing speed can reach more than 700 kilometers an hour, but others don't know. Ordinary people don't understand what it means to use strength to break thousands of pounds. ”

"So, I need a couple of critics to question Andre's victory. Isn't it very simple? They can say that Andre won by a trick and would never lose to another person, or they could belittle that James Lancet and make him worthless, or they could even question that today's battle was a scam manipulated by the bookmaker, and in any case the reasons are up to you?"

"Understood? No, my heart is not black, but someone else is black. ”

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Below the ring, Willem Jacques had opened his mouth wide a minute earlier and still can't close.

"What the hell is going on? Do you see, Mr. Holden?"

"I don't understand. ”

Carl Holden shook his head, he was a business elite, but so far in terms of magic energy cultivation, he had only reached the level of the ninth level.

"But I can probably guess that the gap between these two is even bigger than I thought. ”

"This is a move that originated in the East and is very similar to the borrowing power of the Tai Chi Sword. ”

Coach Ricard, who was not far away, suddenly spoke, and his eyes were fixed on Li Mochen's figure in the ring, unwavering for a moment.

"Except for the Orientals, who have special cultivation methods to achieve this kind of fighting technique, the rest of the magic energy cultivation system can only be mastered after the strength has reached an extremely strong realm. But for you, too, there is a revelation. This scene before your eyes will tell you that mere strength and speed are not an advantage in many cases. So show me everything!"

James Lanster in the ring was struggling, but Li Mochen's sword, which seemed to be only lightly pressed on the former's shoulder, made this man almost immobile, and all his efforts to stand up failed.

"One technical violation on the blue side, three points! One hit on the side, three points!"

The referee next to him raised the blue flag, and at the same time looked at the teenager next to him with a shocked gaze. As a twelfth-level outlaw, he knew very well what it meant for Li Mochen to forcibly crush James Lancet to the ground with these two swords.

"Mr. Wildenstein, could you please take two steps back? And Mr. Lancet, can you please calm down? According to the rules, you must stay six meters apart before you can start again after three seconds. If there is another violation like this, I will directly sentence you out!Got it? Mr. Lancet-"

When the referee gives Lance a warning. Li Mochen was staring at Lancet. He found that all parts of this person's body were slightly expanding at this moment, causing the armor on his body to start to make a clicking sound. In the cracks of the battle armor, there was even a trace of blood flames.

This is supposed to be one of the symbols of the outlaw, an eleventh-level magic warrior, who can overflow his own source power from his body, forming a protective qi shield similar to that of a Taoist Waigang, which is used to resist the opponent's magic and attacks. But at this time, James Lanster was able to do this.

Li Mochen guessed that this should be one of the fighting skills of the magic warrior, 'Wrath of Hercules'!

In Greek mythology, Hercules, the god Hercules, in a fit of rage, once killed three of his own children with his own hands.

The usefulness of this skill is self-evident, it can allow the magical warriors who use it to gain more strength for a short period of time, but at the same time, it will also cause them to lose all their sanity, and it is usually used in situations where they need to fight hard.

Li Mochen shook his head, but still let go of his sword.

"Bastard, I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you!"

At this moment, James Lanster really let out a hoarse roar again, he grabbed the two swords that fell from the ground at a lightning speed, and then once again slammed towards Li Mochen with a gluttonous momentum.

The two swords, one long and one short, set off a dense sword blade light and shadow, almost engulfing Li Mochen's entire person.

But a moment later, when the swords of the two sides collided again, sparks burst out, and the sword light that James slashed out was instantly emptied.

Li Mochen's 'Thunder Xiao' was still spinning and stirring, and then it was even easier than before, picking up the two swords, one long and one short, flying again, and James Lanster knelt on the ground again after this whirlwind. The huge force that was guided by Li Mochen and fell in reverse actually directly caused the ground below him to crack, and after a clattering sound, it spread to several meters away.

"Three points for the second technical violation! James Lancet is out! Andre Lee Wildenstein wins!"

At this moment, the referee looked indifferent and ruthlessly raised the blue flag again.