Chapter 484: Shut Up

"Finally we meet on the arena, lucky Andre!"

Felton Williams held a pair of greatswords, a contemptuous smile still on his face: "Many are hoping I will defeat you, and today I will fulfill their wishes."

Li Mochen did not reply. His innate spiritual sight followed the golden radiance on Williams' body, looking up toward the top of the temple gymnasium. The dome blocked his view, but Li Mochen sensed several powerful beings watching him from above, including the 'deity' who had granted Williams the status of a chosen one.

Li Mochen seemed to see a figure in a magical robe looking at him with a mocking gaze, as if watching an ant.

"Wow, you won't even look me in the eye. Seems like you look down on me!"

A flicker of annoyance flashed in Williams' pupils, but he controlled his emotions well, still smiling: "The arrogance of a noble scion is understandable. I just hope you don't cry when you get hurt later."

"Williams, you've done something that makes me very angry."

Li Mochen finally lowered his head and looked at the other man squarely. His face seemed calm, but a fierce brutality was brewing in his chest.

He had already guessed the identity of that person—the magus who had taken Jennifer's virginity and talent.

Rumor had it that this person was only one step away from divinity, but from the current situation, it seemed he had already condensed his law-based divine office.

And Felton Williams had received 'His' gift.

Li Mochen sighed and rubbed his forehead, slightly troubled. He realized that in his normal state, he could not finish the fight in three rounds as he had previously envisioned. His enemy had piled more chips on Felton Williams than he had imagined.

Yet today, if he could not destroy this man in the most cruel and inhumane way, it seemed he would not be able to vent the anger in his heart.

Then—

As Li Mochen began to visualize an object in his mind, the 'Divine Fortune Purple-Gold Pagoda' in the sword bag he had left in the locker room, now nearly entirely light gold, trembled slightly. About thirty strands of merit energy dissolved in an instant.

His wish—victory in a single round today!

"Something that makes you very angry? I don't understand."

Williams' tone was full of disdain, shaking his head and rambling: "So then? Do you think you can defeat me today and vent your anger? I don't know if you can. The ball two days ago showed me your current power and status. You were so unapproachable, so arrogant. All those dignitaries, everyone revolved around you. But that very night, I learned you have so many terrifying enemies. Someone granted me unimaginable power, and someone told me I could easily trample you, a favored son of heaven, into the toilet and stomp three times. And now I'm happy to do so. Today's battle will be one of the most memorable memories of my life—"

Williams did not continue, because the referee beside him had raised the red flag and begun counting down.

"Ten! Nine! Eight~"

The entire arena erupted. The volume of shouts from the stands doubled in an instant, everyone going mad.

At this moment, Loren Renard in the box seat couldn't help but show an expectant smile, knowing his competitor had miscalculated. In another box, Dwight Payton, for the first time, fiercely grabbed the railing in front of him.

The magical glasses he wore also revealed the truth of 'Felton Williams' before his eyes.

—That was the divine radiance of a chosen one! Which deity had chosen Felton Williams as their earthly envoy?

"Mr. Payton?"

Li Mochen's agent, Edward Jeffries, looked in surprise at the Eastern CEO of Nathan Sports beside him: "Is something wrong?"

Due to his limited strength, Jeffries, though possessing auxiliary viewing treasures, could not perceive it.

"Nothing—"

Dwight Payton took a deep breath and resumed a nonchalant expression: "A small issue, but we have to trust Amo!"

He gradually calmed down. Yes! Yes! Amo would not lose. Even a chosen one could not directly push Felton Williams' strength into the legendary realm.

And Andre Lee Wiltonstein, from what he knew now, was a super genius who had reached the Outlaw realm and could contend with top Outlaws.

If Felton was qualified to enter the professional league, then Andre could definitely secure a place in it.

So today's match would only be more exciting, more stunning.

Even if he ultimately lost, Andre's commercial appeal would not plummet. So why panic?

In Box 4, Angela Medici also clenched her fists, her face pale. She almost hissed through her teeth: "A chosen one!"

"Angie, Master Andre is very strong."

Beside her, Lina Aldrich felt conflicted. She was slightly gleeful that the ever-smooth, invincible guy had finally hit a snag, but deep down, she didn't want to see Li Mochen lose.

"He's my defeated foe, just a chosen of a weak god!"

A cold female voice came from behind them: "And your lover can now slay legends!"

"Dale?"

Lina Aldrich turned in surprise to see Delfinia Aldrich suddenly behind her. The Void Night Lord of the Heteroclite race showed a bored expression.

"This bullying match can earn him billions. Crazy!"

"—Three! Two! One! Zero! The game is starting!"

On the arena, as the referee's red flag fell, layers of magical radiance began to stack on Williams' greatswords.

Williams' profession was Rune Warrior—an ancient class. In ancient times, some warriors with higher intelligence and magical affinity used totems to enhance their combat power. They carved totems onto their skin and embedded them into their flesh. By the Greek era, with the emergence of more magical runes, totem warriors evolved into Rune Warriors.

But at this moment, Williams displayed abilities no less than a fifteenth-level magic mage, continuously casting powerful auxiliary spells on himself.

—Cat's Grace, Inspiring Voice, Valiant Horn, Solar Body, Virtual Divine Form, Primeval Shape!

Williams' figure moved toward Li Mochen step by step like a mountain.

"You know? I've been waiting for this moment for forty-two hours. And now—"

His sword swung, carrying a magus's and a deity's understanding of power and combat, in the most concise arc, one closest to the root and truth.

The next instant, a metallic clang 'clang' rang out on the arena. Williams' figure flew off the stage like a torn sack, sliding more than ten meters across the floor.

Li Mochen stood with his longsword in hand, looking down proudly at Williams.

"Noisy."