Chapter 137: Backup

"I've heard people say he wants me to kneel and admit defeat to him."

Li Mochen took off his helmet and shook his hair: "That's fine too; when I defeat him, I won't have any psychological burden."

Carl watched this scene, a strange light flickering in his eyes. He felt that at this moment, Andre Lee Wiltonstein was more like a prince than James Lanster—a dark-haired elven prince. He wondered how many female fans would be infatuated with him in the future.

"So you're prepared too? To face the coming storm?"

"Storm?"

Li Mochen's eyes narrowed slightly, then he laughed: "Of course, it is indeed a storm. But I don't need to prepare specifically for him, do I?"

Although he had stayed at school for the past three days, he could still sense the rapidly rising heat around him.

—At this moment, not only were the TV stations and newspapers frequently broadcasting news and programs about him and James Lanster, but even his classmates and friends had made this the only topic of discussion, debating it fervently.

The girls were worried about his fate in a few days, while the boys were gloating, eager to see how he would fare two days later.

The pile of love letters recently stuffed into his locker seemed to have sparked public outrage. The mansion and sports car exposed by the media added fuel to the fire, making many boys in the class look at him with very unfriendly eyes.

If it weren't for William Jacques, who looked tough and formidable, some would have already lost their restraint and wanted to beat him up.

"Of course, your opponent has never been James Lanster."

Carl nodded in agreement: "But the entire company is eagerly anticipating this battle, especially our CEO. He originally planned to come in person today, but you know, someone like him has countless company affairs, invitations, banquets, and so on all day long. They are all big shots from Atlanta, even all over America, hard to refuse."

"I understand. That's how my father was back then—busy all day, rarely finding time to spend with family."

Li Mochen chuckled, then his gaze turned serious: "You can tell Mr. Peyton that I won't let him down."

"Of course, I never doubted that."

At that moment, Carl snapped his fingers, and a staff member carried an iron tray to Li Mochen.

"What's this?"

Li Mochen looked at the items on the iron tray, finding two scrolls that seemed to be made of parchment. But when he picked one up, he realized the leather of the scroll came from some extremely high-level magical creature—at least level eighteen or nineteen.

Besides that, Li Mochen also sensed a spatial anomaly lingering within the scroll.

When Li Mochen opened it, he found it was indeed a scroll with teleportation capability.

"Teleportation?"

Li Mochen picked up the second scroll and found it was the level 18 spell 'Holy Protection.' And without exception, both were scrolls that triggered passively upon meeting certain conditions.

He looked up, surprised, at the person across from him: "For me?"

"For A Mo to protect yourself. We anticipate that after this battle, it might bring you some danger. In America, business competition among major conglomerates has always been unscrupulous."

Carl Holton explained: "The security forces and armed power controlled by the Nathan Group are enough to make opponents think twice before any malicious action. But once they do act, it will definitely be a situation that Qi Tai and the others can't handle. These two scrolls can ensure your safety in attacks below the legendary level. They can teleport you directly to the Gate of Nathan; the teleportation coordinates are locked here. In this place, no one can harm you."

"Then thank you very much!"

Li Mochen naturally accepted these two items with a clear conscience, but then he pointed to the armor he had taken off beside him and the sword placed nearby.

"Forgive my bold question: can you prepare another set of this Gushan armor and the Thundercloud Sword as backup?"

Li Mochen was extremely satisfied with this set of equipment. Both the armor and the sword perfectly matched the techniques of the 'Undying Divine Seal,' and beyond that, they helped him break the boundary of 'external release of Qi' at his current level. If he could use them in the dark world, it would make his hunting much easier.

However, in cold weapon combat competitions, all weapons must be unsharpened, and the armor worn by contestants has built-in sealing arrays. When the referee judges that an injury might occur, special artifacts can trigger them to suppress the contestant's magical source energy.

So he had to obtain another set before asking Alisa to have them unsealed.

"Backup?"

Carl Holton hesitated. He knew that Li Mochen spent his weekends in the dark world, reportedly hunting dark creatures with a group.

It was only because Qi Tai and the other had assured the company there would be no safety issues, and the Sky Eye Detective Agency hadn't submitted any safety warnings, that the company hadn't intervened.

After all, they had only signed a sponsorship contract and couldn't interfere with Li Mochen's personal freedom.

But Carl could guess with his little toe the purpose of Li Mochen wanting a 'backup' set of Gushan armor and Thundercloud Sword.

"It's possible! Our lab originally made four sets."

Before Carl Holton could answer, Charlotte had already agreed to Li Mochen's request. She pushed up her glasses, a gleam flashing in her eyes: "But there's a condition. If A Mo can participate in two more comprehensive tests in a few days, you can take one set as a backup."

Li Mochen hesitated for a moment, then smiled and extended his fist to Charlotte: "Deal."

This custom set of equipment cost at least two million gold shields and couldn't be bought outside. The price was just to come to the sports lab a couple more times—only an idiot would refuse.

...

"BOSS, you probably weren't going all out just now, right? I feel that you in the dark world are stronger than you were in the combat test room."

When Li Mochen drove the Norfolk Lotus 350 out of the Nathan Building's garage, Qi Tai, sitting in the passenger seat, asked him with a hint of probing.

Since the space in the SUV was needed for the large amount of equipment provided by the Nathan Sports Group to Li Mochen, he had to ride in Li Mochen's car and got the chance to satisfy his curiosity.

"I couldn't use my artifacts during the test."

Li Mochen sensed a hint of doubt in Qi Tai's gaze. After thinking for a moment, he still explained: "The key is that their 10S-level test couldn't measure my limit. And after 11B, it exceeded my ability."

Qi Tai thought that made sense, and his expression showed relief. But then he noticed Li Mochen staring ahead, his eyes seeming absent-minded?

"What's wrong, BOSS? Watch out, there's an intersection ahead."

He also looked in the direction Li Mochen was staring, seeing a fleet of luxury cars coming from the opposite direction. But Qi Tai didn't understand why Li Mochen had suddenly become so distracted.

"I'm fine."

Li Mochen had already withdrawn his gaze and shifted gears with his right hand, slowing the car down. But his expression at that moment was somewhat complicated.

Qi Tai, however, stared at the fleet passing by them, his eyes solemn.

He knew why. That was a stretched Rolls-Royce Royal Might, a top-tier luxury car worth seventeen million gold shields, with only thirty-five in all of America.

In all of Atlanta, only two people had such a car. One of them was Consul Wiltonstein, the current chairman of Wiltonstein Holdings Group.