The violent whirlwind swept across the audience and did not need to use all your strength. Mu Muxiao just needs to take out the strength to intercept the fierce bird group that day.

Walking lightly in the battlefield, Yang Mo dared not use his mind to let himself float or move instantly.

Although his superpowers are considered to be the world's top level among human superpowers, his control power is still a bit worse than that of superpower elves.

I and Mumuxiao are like two children holding guns. Although they can shoot, the recoil of the gun will make me hemiplegic.

Of course, this is just a metaphor. Yang Mo and Mu Muxiao's energy is very stable. When only a small amount of energy is used, they still have the ability to control it.

It took less than ten minutes for the storm to clean up all the challengers on the training ground.

He greeted several seniors in the audience, and Yang Mo turned around and prepared to leave. The phone in his pocket trembled, and his battle point had already arrived.

Simple battle cannot greatly improve Yang Mo's Mumu Owl. For Mumu Owl, what it needs to do is to practice energy control.

After one month of training, Mumuxiao has greatly improved his control of ghost energy.

Even without Yang Mo's assistance, Mu Muxiao can successfully use his own power to release the compressed shadow ball.

However, Mu Muxiao was in a bottleneck period after controlling the energy of the flight system. Perhaps the external objects were not Mu Mu Xiao’s own things after all.

After Mumu Owl evolved, Yang Mo planned to make it minimize its dependence on Rochia's feathers. Even if Mumu Owl only uses the power of the ghost system, he is unrivaled in his new life.

...

Ten days later, Yang Mo boarded a plane to the western city.

As the freshman starts, the freshman competition will also begin. This year's freshman competition will be held in the Western Academy.

Due to his strong performance in the school training ground, Yang Mo's opponents directly gave in, which led to him advancing without a single game in the qualifiers of the East Academy.

As the delegation walked out of the airport, the teacher led the team was Wu Song, a special training coach for the school substitutes.

"I'll go for myself first, and I'll arrive at the dormitory on time tonight."

After asking Teacher Wu for the address of the dormitory, Yang Mo left the team and began to wander among the cities.

Since having the ability to remember everything, Yang Mo has finished learning dictionaries from various languages.

Therefore, language is not a problem for Yang Mo. Yang Mo, who left the team, walked towards the battle park in the western city.

While the freshman in the western city still doesn't know him, Yang Mo wanted to take advantage of the fact that he is here to harvest a battle point.

Walking in this "free" city, unlike the eastern cities, most of them are Asian, where human compatriots of all colors walk.

Curious about everything around him, Yang Mo followed the guidance of the mobile phone map and took the bus.

Sitting in the seat at the rear of the car, Yang Moyi leaned against the window and enjoyed the view outside the window.

About ten minutes later, two fair-skinned young men took the bus. They looked at the crowds of most of the passengers around them, and they targeted Yang Mo.

"Hey, Asian boy, how about giving me your position?"

Listening to the other party's English, Yang Mo's mind automatically translated it into Chinese.

Too lazy to turn back to respond to the two gangsters, Yang Mo controlled his mental power to expand instantly into heavy pressure to cover the two.

In just a few seconds, the world became quiet. The two gangsters didn't even have the ability to resist and fell into a coma under heavy pressure.

The passengers around seemed to have noticed the commotion here, turned their heads and did not want to get involved in the trouble.

After about ten minutes, Yang Mo, who arrived at the station, got off the car. Walking into the park, Yang Mo frowned.

In this city known as "freedom", Yang Mo saw chaos.

The weeds were overgrown and no one cared about it, and several young people in punk attire broke out in the park casually.

Several dark-skinned children are directing the stinky mud to swallow the garbage and clean up the aftermath for those young or older people.

"Yeah, an Asian boy is here!"

"Please hand over the battle point, otherwise you will suffer."

...

With Yang Mo's arrival, the young men in punk costumes noticed the new guy. Listening to the provocation of these people, Yang Mo took out the elf ball.

"Come on, one hundred points against the battle point. Does anyone want to fight me?"

He proposed a bet to everyone in English, and Yang Mo took out all his remaining normal battle points.

Listening to Yang Mo's gambling battle, the young punk who took the lead casually pointed to a young man beside him and stepped forward to fight.

More than a hundred years ago, the era of elves invading was really an era when Westerners swept across the sea and swept across various continents.

All kinds of people of color were regarded as slaves by them and were bullied, even as the alliance was established, slavery was completely abolished.

These high-ranking guys have never given up their contempt for other races. The leading man just casually instructed a little brother to come forward and test Yang Mo.

A red-haired young man with sting eyes walked out of the crowd. Looking at Yang Mo's clothes and the luxurious ball in his hand, a golden light shone in his eyes.

"I'll strip you all the valuable things on you if you deserve a beating!"

"Come out Mumuxiao,"

Yang Mo directly released the elves, and as the opponent's elves were released, the betting battle officially began.

The gangster on the opposite side only used a pickpocket cat. Yang Mo couldn't believe that this trainer living in the SAR would actually use such an ordinary elf.

"Strange wind, start with a gentle move, Mumuxiao."

He issued a light order. After a month of special training and the school team members, Yang Mo probably realized his strength.

There is no need to hide your strength anymore, Yang Mo said softly as he looked at his opponent.

Gently flapping its wings, a breeze gently brushed across the body of the pickpocket cat. When it touched the cold wind, the pickpocket cat fell to the ground as if it had lost its soul.

"Pickpocket cat, get up!"

Looking at the lying pickpocket cat, the gangster opposite seemed a little embarrassed and angry. He walked up to slap the pickpocket cat as if he wanted to wake it up.

But at this time the battle system had made a judgment and Yang Mo won the victory.

But after looking closely at his phone, Yang Mo did not see any battle points to account.

"Um?"

Looking at the balance of the battle points on the phone, Yang Mo looked at the gangsters in front of him with heavy weight.

There may be only one situation like this, and there is no battle point on the gangster who has just been knocked down by himself.

Faced with these disgusting guys, Yang Mo lost his good temper just now.
Chapter completed!