Above the mountain of elves

Chapter 893 Two Choices
"Come, come, come, everyone!"

Second Lieutenant Mick clapped his hands excitedly and shouted, indicating that the soldiers who were still in training would move closer to him.

The soldiers' actions were indeed very fast. Even though most of them were still in the battle training, they took back the elves without hesitation, and returned to the team as quickly as possible.

In just three to five seconds, a full hundred elite soldiers were assembled, and their military literacy was extremely well handled.

"Let me formally introduce to you, the person next to me is an independent investigator from the Chengdu Alliance, Chief Mo Yan!"

"Hello sir!"

Clap clap! ...

A burst of tight and loud applause was accompanied by the word "good" from everyone, and it came out and ended at the same time.

Crisp and neat, concise and capable!
Mo Yan raised his eyebrows, he could clearly feel that in the small team in front of him, everyone was experienced and brave.

Mo Yan nodded slightly as a greeting, because Mick couldn't wait to speak again.

"Sir Moyan is also a strong support from our Chief Zhulan who personally went to the Kanto headquarters, and he is a trainer with the best strength in his age."

"And today, we are honored to invite Mo Yan instructor to guide everyone in the battle!"

"Mr. Mo Yan told me that he will only send his own little guys to fight against everyone, and he will never use big guys to crush everyone by level!"

"So, does anyone dare to come up to receive guidance?"

Mick's words were clear, but Mo Yan couldn't help but turn his head and look at him twice.

At first glance, there was nothing wrong with what he said. After all, fighting between elves of the same level is more helpful to each other's growth.

But if I say it publicly, it will be understood that I look down on you, so I am only willing to use the second echelon, or even the third echelon to fight you.

This Mick...is he really heartless?
Or deliberately blackmail yourself!
"Report, Hu Zheng, the fourth class in a row, ask for guidance!"

"Report, second row, class nine, flight to West..."

"Report, second row, third shift..."

"Report……"

"Report..."

"..."

Sure enough, Lieutenant Mike's words were like stabbing a hornet's nest, and instantly aroused the dissatisfaction of this group of experienced soldiers.

You may be very powerful, but how can you look down on others!
Mo Yan looked at Mick, his eyes were full of indifference and warning, his pupils trembled in fright, and he almost couldn't keep his face paralyzed.

After taking a deep breath, Mo Yan decided to take the initiative to control the scene and not give Mick the chance to act as a demon.

"The first person I heard was Hu Zheng, so please soldier Hu out!"

Soon, a nondescript soldier trotted up to Mo Yan and replied loudly, "Hu Zheng, the fourth squad in a row, is reporting to you!"

"Tell me, what level is your strongest elf?"

"Report sir, you have reached the peak of the elite!"

"Okay, now I give you two choices!"

"First, conduct elite competitions of the same level; second, step up and challenge the junior opponents of the quasi-kings!"

Seeing that Hu Zheng was about to make a choice, Mo Yan raised his hand to stop him, and continued: "There is no distinction between high and low choices, and the rewards for winning are also the same, a quasi-king-level potential stimulation stock solution of any attribute!"

"Hiss~~~!"

There were heavy panting sounds from the hundreds of soldiers, obviously shocked by Mo Yan's generosity!

For these elite soldiers, the talent of elves is the biggest obstacle restricting them from moving forward.

And the reason why they are so desperate is not for a potential to stimulate the original solution that can change fate?

Or after accumulating enough contribution points, apply for an elf cub with quasi-king talent for yourself or your child.

Now, Mo Yan directly regards the original potential stimulating liquid as a reward for winning, who would be dissatisfied with Mo Yan?
"I choose the elite competition of the same level!"

After struggling, Hu Zheng finally chose a battle that was significantly more difficult, and his purpose changed from countering silent words to prove himself to fighting for the potential to stimulate the original solution.

"Are you sure? Although it is difficult to win the step-up challenge, it is a rare battle experience for the elves who are about to break through!" Mo Yan also confirmed it again seriously.

"Report sir, I'm sure!"

"Alright, Second Lieutenant Mick, I'll let you be the referee!"

"Yes, sir!"

Mick responded reflexively, but then he couldn't help but glance at the professional referee who had been on duty on the other side.

Obviously there are referees!
Soon, everyone moved to the battle field in the center of the training ground, and Mo Yan and Hu Zheng had also found the trainer command positions on both sides.

"Please send out battle elves!"

"Frog, prepare for battle!"

"Mikehawk, you must win!"

After seeing that both sides were ready, Mick raised the referee's flag and shouted loudly.

"Battle begins!"

"Muke Ying, Yan Hui!"

"Frog, shadow clone!"

The orders of Mo Yan and soldier Hu Zheng sounded at the same time, and their respective elves also moved quickly.

I saw the Muckhawk fluttering its wings, circled in the air in a blink of an eye, and then swooped down at low altitude to hit the croaking frog.

But the Croaking Frog was not in a hurry, and ran towards the center of the arena in an instant with one kick, and at the same time, a large number of shadow clones began to separate from his body.

Even if the soldiers were watching the battle, they were asked not to speak, but they saw that the croaking frog split into dozens of clones at once, and the movements were different.

They knew that this young silent officer was not a good stubble!
"Muke!"

Mukehawk pierced a shadow without any waves, knowing that he couldn't hit his opponent, and then wanted to fly high into the sky, but he couldn't be "fake" surrounded by the shadow of the croaking frog.

But Mo Yan asked the frog to use the shadow clone, isn't the purpose of besieging the opponent!
The next moment, the silent order and the frog's action happened almost at the same time!

"Frozen Fist!"

"Cuck!"

I saw dozens of croaking frogs jumping towards the Muke Eagle that had not yet taken off at the same time, and it was impossible to tell the truth from the fake for a while.

"Mike Eagle, close combat!"

Mo Yan glanced at Hu Zheng, thinking that the counterattack was not decisive, but the frog would not give Mu Keying a chance to counterattack.

In the next moment, many shadow freezing fists hit Mukehawk uninterruptedly, and among them was the real frog.

"Muke!"

With the sound of screams, Mukehawk was directly hit in the chest by the croaking frog. The extremely cold energy not only caused great damage to it, but also forcibly slowed down the speed of Mukehawk!

There is no need to remind silently, the frog's feet clamped the tail of Mukehawk, and the frozen fist with his left hand has already been punched!

boom!
There was a dull impact sound, and the Mukhawk in the air struggled to flap its wings twice, and then went straight down.

"Mike Eagle!" Hu Zheng shouted anxiously, worried that his partner would be injured again because of falling to the ground, so he wanted to go forward to catch it.

"The wave of water!"

"Cuck!"

Before Hu Zheng could run into the arena, the frog had already shot a water bomb to the ground.

The wave of water exploded, and huge waves soared into the sky, just in time to catch the falling frog and Mukehawk.

(End of this chapter)