Chapter 74: Mutual Aid

In Box 7 of the Dream City Fighting Club, Dwight Payton hung up the phone and sat back down in his seat.

Beside him, a fat man shaped like a rugby ball was puffing on a cigar, blowing clouds of smoke: "I heard your conversation. That was Jennifer Wilsenstein, wasn't it? She's a formidable little girl, managing several of the Wilsenstein family's women's products companies with great skill. Not only is she highly valued by the Wilsenstein family, but she's also carved out a place for herself in several feminist organizations."

"But I don't need to care about her attitude, do I?"

Dwight looked at his side: "Let's return to our previous topic, Alec. What were you saying just now? Your company's performance hasn't been good lately?"

"You bastard, you're gloating, aren't you?"

The fat man named Alec rubbed his bald head helplessly: "The gambling business is getting harder and harder. Our Penguin Gambling Company looks good on the surface, but profits haven't grown for three consecutive years. This year, we might even see our first loss. What can we do? Over the past two years, the two major fighting tournaments have been tumultuous, with heroes rising and kings battling. Almost every match result has been unexpected. The combat evaluators we hired at high prices are nothing but useless trash!"

Saying this, Alec's expression turned serious: "You have to help me, Dwight, unless you want to lose your loyal ally."

"Loyal ally? That's not a phrase to be thrown around lightly, Alec."

Dwight smiled sarcastically: "Think about it, half a year ago, Eskel had a chance to contend for the gold belt. But how did you treat our spokesperson? You arranged nine consecutive matches in nineteen days, and two of them later broke out in drug scandals. In the end, our poor Eskel, exhausted, lost his chance at the War Emperor title. Tell me, my loyal ally, did Penguin Gambling Company have a hand in that?"

"Hey! Hey! Dwight, you can't say that about me. It's unfair. Could Penguin Gambling Company alone have done that? Could I have decided it alone? Penguin Gambling Company is a listed company. I, Alec Bruder, am just its manager. I warned you beforehand."

The fat man's expression shifted slightly: "What about that Andre you mentioned on the phone? You gave him the top sponsorship deal? That's the fourth tier, right?"

"Fifth tier, S-level treatment."

Dwight answered expressionlessly: "If he can win the Atlanta City High School individual fighting championship and the state championship, and make it into the national top sixteen, I'll upgrade his treatment to 2S."

"Andre, since he's Jennifer's brother, I suppose his surname is also Wilsenstein?"

Alec's eyes flickered: "National top sixteen? You seem very confident in him? Can he defeat your rival company's sponsored fighter, James Lanster? He's the favorite for the championship, with odds close to 1.7. He's the crowd's choice."

Dwight exchanged a meaningful glance with Alec but avoided the question: "He is indeed a Wilsenstein, ranked nineteenth in the line of succession. But Andre himself doesn't acknowledge being a member of the Wilsenstein family; he prefers to be called Amor. I like this kid. His future prospects will be no less than that fighting star in the Western District. Anyway, Alec, we're not here to talk about this. He has nothing to do with you, okay? You want my help. Tell me, how can I help you? Let me warn you in advance: I won't do anything illegal, nor can I harm the interests of our Nathan Sports Group."

But Alec Bruder's eyes had now turned serious.

He knew Dwight wouldn't leave any verbal leverage, but just the phrase 'no less than that fighting star in the Western District' gave him enough to think about.

Ten seconds later, when Alec Bruder came to his senses, he no longer had any intention of staying.

"Sorry, Dwight, I just remembered something. Wait for me a moment."

He hurried out of the box door and instructed his personal assistant: "Have reliable people look into Andre Wilsenstein's test data at the Nathan Sports Laboratory, preferably with video footage. He should go by that name. Do it as quickly as possible."

The assistant hesitated: "Nathan Sports Laboratory? That will be very difficult. In the industry, Nathan Sports Group has the strictest confidentiality system."

"Of course I know that!"

Alec patted his subordinate's shoulder: "But I suspect this kid's test data will fall into our hands in due course. So go ahead and do it, understand?"

...

The next morning, Li Mochen finally woke from his meditation and sensed the changes in his body.

His mana had increased by about thirty-five percent, and his true essence by about forty-five percent.

The latter was greater because the two constellations Li Mochen had condensed were not as perfect as the two Yuan Chen spirits. After fusing those stones and improving them according to Angela's teachings, his progress in this area was particularly significant.

Then Li Mochen switched his cultivation method to the Eighty-Eight Constellation Meditation.

In his 'Binary Xuanhua Great Method,' the dantian primarily cultivates source power and true essence, while the divine soul in the Niwan Palace condenses mana and magic power.

These are essentially the same force, but due to different centers of operation, they manifest completely different properties.

If the center is the dantian, it becomes the Eighty-Eight Constellation Meditation, possessing magic power and source power; if the center shifts to the divine soul, it becomes the Circadian Yuan Chen Two-Ceremony Non-Phase Sutra, mastering both true essence and mana.

At that moment, with Li Mochen's will, threads of lightning jumped from his fingers.

This was far stronger than before he used those four stones—the power had nearly doubled, while the magic power consumption was lower.

If he were to take the test at Nathan Group today, this cultivation method would surely cause even greater shock and impact.

When Li Mochen came out of his room, the dragon vein was still sound asleep. Yesterday, it had been fed another bottle of初级橡树药剂 and half a jin of blue-eyed saber-tooth tiger meat, and it still hadn't recovered.

Li Mochen was a bit worried. Although he was well-versed in medical principles, the body structure of the幽火龙 was completely different from any beast in the Sky Realm. He only knew the橡树药剂 formula superficially, not its deeper principles.

But there was no choice. Shortly after birth, this little creature had experienced a period of hunger, leaving its body very deficient.

He had to find a way to replenish it, or it would affect its future prospects.

Fortunately, with those four stones, he could finely control the thunderous power generated by his own cultivation method.