Elf vs. SAR

"Although it's still a little bit behind, your elf is very good. Treat your elf well. I hope you can join the school team next year."

As Wang Yan, who had amazing perseverance, was knocked down by Mu Mu Xiao, Yang Mo looked at Wu Yu in front of him with a smile on his face.

If he didn't have adventures or superpowers, his strength might just be on par with him.

This is a qualified opponent. Give him some time and he can become the backbone of the school team.

Chen Zhen is about to graduate, and the junior is also busy improving his strength and preparing for the elite trainer certification exam.

Although they passed the senior trainer assessment before the start of the school year, facing the next elite trainer assessment, the two seniors were not really sure that they could win it within this school year.

It can be said that in the next few years, branch competitions and college leagues will require you to play.

In the individual competition, Yang Mo is of course not a problem, but in the team competition, Yang Mo is unlikely to turn the entire battle situation around on his own.

"I won't let you down." Looking at Yang Mo in front of him, Wu Yu's eyes were shining with hot fire.

In his eyes, he seemed to have foreseen the scene of fighting side by side with Yang Mo in the future.

As the battle ended, Yang Mo did not leave.

Yesterday, I just watched it on the big screen outside the battlefield. Today, Yang Mo wanted to see his opponent tomorrow in advance.

Blocking out the noise in his ears, Yang Mo sat on the high platform in the auditorium and watched Khaki neatly deal with his opponent.

It seems that he is very confident about the medical treatment of the Special Administrative Region College, and Khaki is not careful.

But as the flames extinguished, none of the morally minded white doctors stepped forward to help.

He just stood aside indifferently, watching the students from the Southern Branch who were knocked down by Khaki.

Somehow, they could just watch the wounded's injuries worsen without taking any action.

Maybe in their eyes, black people are not human beings.

As the referee announced the result, Khaki immediately withdrew his Flame Lion after seeing that his unconscious teammates were not receiving medical treatment.

He hurried forward, carried his defeated companion on his back, helped him put away the elves, and took his companion away from the playing field to seek treatment.

Following Khaqi's back, Yang Mo walked out of the battlefield.

At this time, Martin had been waiting here for a long time. He knew that there was a doctor who didn't care about the patient's skin color.

……

"Do you think he will join you because of this?"

Seeing Martin walking out of the infirmary, Yang Mo asked softly.Khaki also helped take care of his companions in the infirmary.

"Yes, he is a person who values ​​his companions. Unlike you in the East, people of color in other continents live under the oppression of certain white people."

Always maintaining a solemn expression, Martin looked at Yang Mo in front of him.

The Americas and Africa lag far behind other continents due to historical triangular trade.

Even with the advent of the elves, the Reestablishment of the Union abolished slavery, but this also resulted in white dominance across much of the West.

At the same time, due to the invasion of the elves, the East had never experienced the Opium War and was forced to open its doors.

Although it once lagged behind the world because of the cruel feudal society, the dynasty fell after the establishment of the Alliance City.

As the Eastern explorers became elf trainers in the secret realm of the special zone, the sleeping lion in the East has awakened.

"We need to unify one goal. Not all white people are bad people. Even among white people, there are many contradictions. Make our enemies clear, recruit all the forces, and then assimilate the internal voices. Only in this way can we have the possibility of success. "

Gently walking out of the infirmary, Khaki heard what Martin had just said. He didn't have much recognition of Martin's words.

"I can help you, but I will give priority to protecting my people!"

"That's natural. My goal is that everyone can get along equally and there won't be any oppression in our future."

Hearing Khaki's approval, Martin nodded slightly. He was happy for Khaki's response.

Of course he heard that Khaqi only had eyes for his own people, but Martin believed that he would make Khaqi and his people agree with his ideas.

Yang Mo is not optimistic about Khaki's joining.

You could say Khaki is a different kind of racist.The reason why he helped Martin was only because black people are the oppressed party.

Martin seemed to want to start a revolution, but before they could affect the world situation, all Yang Mo gave him was the "I Have a Dream" speech.

Of course, if Yang Mo's strength is enough for him to step onto the world stage, Yang Mo will also take the initiative to join in and change the world in his own way.

"I won't be merciful in tomorrow's game." Looking at Khaki in front of him, Yang Mo knew very well that he was his opponent tomorrow.

"I will not lose!"

Licking his lips, Khaki responded to Yang Mo's words.Both of them are the strongest in their respective branches, and neither one will give up on the final victory.

……

For some white people, this year is the most humiliating year.

Anthony, who was hailed as the star of hope, lost early. The Northern Branch who managed to squeeze into the semi-finals was just an unknown player, and his strength was far inferior to the other three in the semi-finals.

A mixed race, an Asian, and a black man occupy the top three in the DC Trainer School Freshman Competition.

This undoubtedly makes those nobles who think they are the masters of the alliance feel ashamed, but this is an unavoidable fact.

Sitting in the audience at the battle site, Yang Mo sat next to Coach Wu and Wu Yu.The remaining two students took leave and planned to go shopping in the city.

"Those guys wouldn't be in this situation and still want to do mischief."

With his eyes closed, he used his mental power to perceive the situation on the playing field. Compared with his eyes, Yang Mo's mental power enveloped the battlefield and he could feel the intensity of the battle better.

It seemed that several different forces from both sides wanted to affect the fairness of the game, so the referee on the field was also replaced.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and his violent mental power instantly condensed, giving a heavy blow to those who wanted to intervene in the battle.

"What a strong breath."

As his mental power spread, Yang Mo noticed a terrifying force outside the arena.

This dark and quiet power was the aura of ghost elves. He cautiously collected his aura, and Yang Mo opened his eyes instantly.

"Coach Wu, I have something to go out for." Yang Mo stood up, said goodbye to the coach next to him and prepared to leave.

"Well, I understand. Remember to come back for the afternoon game no matter what."

……

After walking out of the auditorium, Yang Mo looked for the terrifying source of power.

Just outside the battlefield, a girl in a red dress was walking slowly.The energy Yang Mo sensed came from a huge shadow behind her.