Chapter 487: The End

"Are you ready to leave?"

The robed man in the high sky looked at Philip I, who had already half a foot in the void: "The match is not over yet."

"It's already over. Andre's strength far exceeds Williams'. Obviously, even as your chosen one, he is no match for that guy. What follows is merely a difference in how many rounds it takes to win."

"I don't have time to watch a losing battle here. This pawn is already discarded. But you can try to make Williams hold out a bit longer; that might let my descendant earn a little less money." Having said this, Philip I had completely vanished into the void.

"Heartless, but he's right."

The robed man murmured, reaching out to grab a golden light cluster from the western void.

"Earn a little less money, but how much less can he really earn? Look, I can sense the surging faith primal force in this city. Countless young boys and girls are about to go crazy for him."

His gaze fell on the youth in the stadium, and he licked his lips greedily: "Philip, not just Jennifer, this descendant of yours also has enviable talent."

But this man, after a wary glance into the depths of the void, finally departed through the void as well.

Meanwhile, in another box at the Temple Stadium, Li Mochen's next opponent, Green Adams, stared blankly at Li Mochen on the stage, his expression shocked and incredulous.

His agent, Ms. Edith, patted his shoulder with a bitter smile.

"The plan has changed. This is not an opponent you can defeat. Green, I think you should just honestly fight him for a hundred rounds."

Green Adams was clearly reluctant, but the many sponsors gathered in the box did not care about his personal will.

"Cancel the previous plan. This person is no longer an opponent that can be defeated at the high school level. It would only bring humiliation and ruin Adams' future."

"Look at his swordsmanship, look at his magic application skills. Even the God of War descending to earth would be no more than this."

"Damn it! Do you know, everyone? Yesterday, Professor Einstein sent a notice to the Magic Association, stating that Andre Lee Wieldtonstan has become his disciple and he is introducing him to join the Magic Association. What does this mean? It means he will appear at Stanford University in the second half of this year."

"My god, I don't want such a terrifying monster to join the NCAA fighting league. That would be a disaster. No one in the NCAA can stop him. Their sponsors will use the NCAA's influence to make him red-hot."

"I think we can push him to join NMOSA early. Only in the professional arena can we organize enough strength to counter him, defeat him, even destroy him."

"That's a good idea, but the question is, can it be done? NMOSA may not necessarily bring him more profit."

Just then, Green Adams suddenly heard a 'bang' explosion. He turned to look and saw it was from the box next door. The one-way transparent bulletproof glass had been smashed from the inside, creating a huge hole, revealing two figures inside.

One was the CEO of the Western Region of Nathan Sports Group, Loren Renard, whose face was pale and eyes bloodshot, looking like a vampire; the other was Felton Williams' agent, also ashen-faced.

...

Dwight Payton had lost interest in the match; he was on his mobile phone communicating with someone.

"Ask Andre to go easy on Williams? No, no, I can't do that. Andre is not someone I can influence, sir. Interfering at this point is also illegal and would incur legal liability."

"I know this will affect the product's image to some extent, but the problem is that the impact has already been made, and it's irreversible, isn't it? Williams used some other means that angered our Andre."

"I can give you the phone number of Linden Academy's coach; you can try to contact him. But if this causes Wieldtonstan's displeasure and leads to difficulties in subsequent signings, you will have to bear full responsibility."

"Sorry, that's it. I'm hanging up."

Dwight smiled and pressed the red button to end the call, then looked behind him. Carl Holton was pushing the door open and walking in; he had taken a trip to the director's rooms during the commercial break.

"According to private channels, the ratings for several TV stations broadcasting this match have risen instead of fallen. The national rating is likely over 11%."

After saying this, Carl also looked at Edward Jeffries, who was also on the phone: "Looks like Mr. Jeffries has good news too."

"That's right."

Agent Jeffries, beaming, handed the phone to his assistant: "It's Kenda Nia Fast Food Company; they also want to sign A Mo. I've already received three calls like this. Damn, fast food chains want to sign our prince too, though their offer is indeed high. Six years, five hundred million gold shields—that's crazy."

But before he finished speaking, the phone in his assistant's hand rang again, filling Jeffries' face with helplessness.

Meanwhile, on the stage, Williams had returned to the ring. He had fallen hard, but protected by the source armor and protective gear, he was almost unscathed.

However, this West Coast fighting supernova, after a five-minute rest and recovery, stood on the stage again, looking somewhat lost and confused.

The great being had taken away everything he had given him a few minutes ago, leaving him panicked. The feeling of being deceived and abandoned, along with the overwhelming powerlessness, plunged his mind into a dark abyss from which he couldn't escape, and he didn't know how to face the upcoming fight.

Across from Williams, Li Mochen's eyes showed a hint of disappointment.

After the divine power was withdrawn, he couldn't even fight normally?

Li Mochen shook his head. When the referee waved the red flag and said the word 'starts', Li Mochen advanced without using any magic.

Opposite him, Felton Williams had no idea how to respond. He seemed to want to use a magic spell but hesitated, then switched to swordsmanship.

But by then it was too late. Lightning sparked under Li Mochen's feet, and a forward slash identical to the first round struck Felton Williams' waist.

This time, without the magic enhancement, the result was even more brutal. He flew over twenty meters before crashing to the ground with a loud bang.

After completing the strike, Li Mochen didn't even glance at the rolling figure. He walked straight off the stage, casually tossed his sword to the head coach Rikal, and began removing his armor with the help of several staff members.

At that moment, the stands erupted with the wildly frenzied screams and cheers of girls!