"It's still a little bit close, but your elf is very good, treat your elf well, and look forward to you being able to join the school team next year."

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

If he doesn't have adventures or superpowers, his strength may be on par with him.

It's a qualified opponent, give him a little time to be able to be the backbone of the varsity team.

Chen Zhen is about to graduate, and the juniors are also busy improving their strength and preparing for the certification exam for elite trainers.

Although they passed the senior trainer assessment before the start of school, in the face of the next elite trainer assessment, the two seniors actually did not have much confidence that they could win this school year.

It's fair to say that you'll need to play in the next few years of the House Tournament and the College League.

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

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

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

As the battle ended, Yang Mo did not leave.

Yesterday he was just watching on the big screen outside the battlefield, and today Yang Mo wanted to see his opponent tomorrow in advance.

Shielding the noise in his ears, Yang Mo sat on the high platform in the audience and watched Khaki solve his opponent neatly.

It seems to be very reassuring that the medical treatment of the SAR College is not lightly attacked.

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

Just stood apathetically and looked at the students of the Southern Branch who had been knocked out by Khaki.

For some reason, they could watch the wounded's injuries deteriorate without acting.

Maybe in their eyes, black people are not people.

As the referee announced the result, seeing that his unconscious teammates were not treated, Khaki immediately retracted his Flame Lion.

He hurriedly stepped forward, carried his defeated companion on his back, helped him put away the elf, and left the playing field with his companion to find treatment.

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

And at this time, Martin has been waiting here for a long time, and he knows that there is a doctor who does not care about the color of the patient's skin.

……

"Do you think he'll join you because of that?"

Looking at Martin who came out of the infirmary, Yang Mo asked softly. Khaki also helped look after his companion in the infirmary.

"Yes, he is a man who values his fellow citizens. Unlike you in the East, people of color on other continents live under the oppression of some white people. ”

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

Due to the historical triangular trade, the Americas and Africa lagged far behind the other continents.

Even though slavery was abolished by the re-established alliance with the advent of the elves, this led to the dominance of whites in much of the West.

At the same time, due to the invasion of the elves, the East did not experience the forced opening of the country without the Opium War.

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

With the Eastern Explorer becoming an elven trainer in the secret realm of the Special Administrative Region, the sleeping lion of the East has awakened.

"We need to unify the goal that not all whites are bad, and even within whites, there are quite a few contradictions. Identify our enemies, pull together all the forces, and then assimilate the voices within. That's how we can succeed. ”

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

"I can help you, but I'll protect my people first!"

"That's natural, my goal is that all people can get along equally, and there will be no more oppression in our future."

Listening to Khaki's agreement, Martin nodded slightly, he was pleased with Khaki's response.

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

For the addition of khaki, Yang Mo is not optimistic.

It can be said that khaki is an alternative racist. The only reason why Martin will be helped is because blacks are the oppressed party.

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

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'm not going to show mercy in tomorrow's game." Looking at the khaki in front of him, Yang Mo knew very well that he was his opponent tomorrow.

"I'm not going to lose!"

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

……

For a section of whites, this year has been the most humiliating.

Anthony, who was hailed as a star of hope, was defeated early, and the North Division managed to squeeze into the semi-finals only as a nobody, and he was far inferior to the other three in the semi-finals.

A mixed-race, an Asian, and a black man occupied the top three spots in the D.C. Trainer School Freshman Competition.

This undoubtedly disgraced the nobles who thought they were the masters of the Alliance, but it was an unavoidable fact.

Sitting in the audience at the opposite battlefield, Yang Mo sat next to Coach Wu and Wu Yu. The remaining two classmates took a leave of absence to go shopping around the city.

"Those guys, they don't want to make it bad in this situation."

With his eyes closed, he used his mental power to perceive the situation on the playing field, and Yang Mo's spiritual power shrouded the battlefield more than his eyes, and he could appreciate the fierceness of the battle more than his eyes.

It seems that several forces that are different from the opposing sides want to affect the fairness of the game, and the referee on the field has also been replaced.

Suddenly opened his eyes, and the violent spiritual power instantly condensed, giving the few forces that wanted to intervene in the battle a heavy blow.

"It's a strong breath."

With the spread of spiritual power, Yang Mo sensed a terrifying force outside the arena.

This silent power is the breath of a ghostly elf, vigilantly retracting his breath, Yang Mo opened his eyes in an instant.

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

"Yes, I see. Remember to rush back from the afternoon game anyway. ”

……

Walking out of the audience, Yang Mo looked for the terrifying source of power.

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