Chapter 375: Suppression

When Li Mochen appeared beneath the ring, the B arena of the Storm Stadium where they were located erupted once again in deafening roars.

"Fraud Prince! Fraud Prince! Fraud Prince!"

The voices of tens of thousands merged as one, a massive wave of sound sweeping through every corner of the stadium.

At the very beginning, Li Mochen's fans tried to resist. But after just two minutes, they were suppressed. This left many young women in the stands indignant and somewhat aggrieved.

"You've made them lose too much money, A-Mo."

William Jacques couldn't help but grin: "The more they lose, the deeper the hatred. They'll be watching you from now on."

"It's fine."

Carl was very calm: "Even these haters can bring A-Mo a lot of profit. Today, the NHSAA competition committee set the ticket price at 300 gold shields for a regular seat, yet they were still sold out within an hour. The money they made today alone is enough to cover the committee's expenses for several years—I mean after they split it with the participating high schools. So, if the committee's referees haven't taken bribes, they should lean slightly in our favor."

William nodded deeply in agreement upon hearing this: "I can see that!"

That's why the competition committee treated them exceptionally well—not only were the staff in the venue warm and attentive, but they also gave them the best lounge.

His eyes shifted slightly, aware that Carl was hinting in a roundabout way that if the situation forced it, he could resort to unconventional methods.

If the management of the NHSAA competition committee was unwilling to see Lyndon Academy eliminated too early—

Lena Adric, however, looked at Angela with some concern, sensing that her young lady's mood seemed off. The girl's cheeks were slightly puffed, and when she looked at the stands around them, she even clenched her small fists. This was so unlike her. The old Angela could handle anything with equanimity, even when Li Mochen took advantage of her in the locker room; even when Belinda 'stole' a male friend she had feelings for at Stellar Vein Noble Academy, she would at most sulk a little.

Was it because the seal on her mental power had been lifted? So her emotions were more volatile? Was it for Li Mochen? If so, that guy deserved to die a thousand deaths.

If it were just a little sulking, that would be fine, but she worried that her young lady might have other thoughts—

Just as Lena was secretly worrying, the personnel of St. Mecken High School also entered one by one. Their gazes shifted over, looking at the young men and women in yellow jerseys on the opposite side.

The most eye-catching among them were naturally the two Divine Grace users of St. Mecken High School: one was Claude Antel, and the other was a girl named Isa O'Neill.

The former had already made it to the top eight in the interstate finals and would face Li Mochen in the next quarterfinal match. Not only was this person exceptionally powerful in combat, but he also possessed three types of Divine Grace domains, which was truly astonishing.

As for the girl, she was a level-seven shield warrior favored by the war god Kratos.

Feeling the attention from Lyndon Academy, they looked back. Claude Antel, in particular, coldly glared at Li Mochen, then sneered and drew a horizontal line across his neck with his thumb, giving him a cutthroat salute.

At that moment, cheers erupted from all sides of the gymnasium.

"Saint Meken must win!"

"See that? They're a bunch of cowards. You've got this in the bag!"

"Antel, please kick that guy's balls, will you?"

"One minute! Take them all out in one minute."

Though these roars were no longer as uniform as before, they were still thunderous and overwhelming. In comparison, Li Mochen's fans in the stands were much quieter.

"We've done our best."

This was Li Mochen's exclusive agent, Borg Ferguson. Although he also bore the surname Ferguson, he had no relation to Ferguson Media or Mandywin Ferguson.

He spread his hands apologetically: "Although we've arranged no fewer than fifty professionals to organize, currently the composition of A-Mo's fans determines their lack of fighting spirit. They are mostly young white-collar women, married women, or girls from middle-class or wealthy families. They simply can't match the lungpower of that bunch of rough gamblers."

Li Mochen's reaction was very calm. He didn't care at all about the cheers from the stands. The situation he faced now was no worse than that match against James Lanster. Back then, the entire stadium was booing him. And it couldn't compare to those times in the Primordial Dome when he faced tens of thousands of demon troops with cold eyes.

Li Mochen was only worried that William and the others might be affected and underperform.

But the situation was okay. Louise Linden remained calm, William Jacques was at least outwardly composed with steady breathing, Lina seemed still troubled by her sister's affairs, looking distracted and worried, while Angela appeared eager and ready.

Soon the match time arrived. At 2:25, a female announcer's voice sounded in the stadium.

"Please prepare, Linden Academy team and Saint Meken High School team. Your match will begin in five minutes in Court B."

"Let's go up."

Louise Linden stepped onto the stage first, followed by Li Mochen. The five from Saint Meken High School, led by Claude Antel, also came up one after another.

The team battle arena was ten times larger than the individual match arena, covering a full two thousand square meters. The two sides stood thirty meters apart, with six on-site referees standing nearby.

Meanwhile, below the stage, Li Mochen's exclusive agent Borg Ferguson frowned impatiently and asked Karl: "At this point, can you give me a straight answer? Can we win this? My boss cares a lot, but you're unwilling to share A-Mo's latest physical test data."

He had also observed the several simulation battles at Linden Academy. So far, he could only confirm that with Angela's sudden rise, even if Linden Academy lost, it wouldn't be a complete rout.

Karl couldn't help but laugh: "Do I look worried at all right now?"

Borg looked at him carefully and then relaxed: "So we're sure to win? Then why not share the data? We should be on the same side."

"100% chance of victory. A-Mo's control over the Silent Domain is like the arrival of the Winter God. He'll shock the other side. As for why we don't share the data, it's because we don't want anyone to know his detailed situation."

Karl glanced sideways at Mr. Ferguson beside him: "In most matters concerning A-Mo, we are indeed on the same side, but not in some aspects. I think Mr. Ferguson would do better to put more effort into winning over A-Mo rather than questioning me here. He doesn't trust you yet, does he?"

Borg Ferguson's eyes narrowed, and he gave Karl a cold look. But then his attention shifted back to the stage. As they were speaking, the match was about to begin.