In the midst of the storm, the flames had burned out, and the Flame Lion did not give up, and it heard the cries of its master.

Furious flames ignited from the Lion's body, and a hot and brilliant light surrounded the Lion's body.

The temperature on the Flame Lion's body was constantly rising, and even the wooden owl in the air sensed the scorching heat.

Flapping its wings frantically, the Wood Owl continued to inspire Lokia's feathers, and the storm continued to expand with the Wood Owl's trend.

The desert training ground in the summer vacation was not in vain, and on the field swept by the wind and sand, the wood owl adapted to the power to stimulate feathers.

Even if you exert the power of the feather with all your might, it will only be a few hours of weakness.

Surrounded by flames, the Flame Lion used overheat, and the furious flames encircled the Fire Lion's body, and it kept pounding against the wind wall.

Once, twice, if it were an ordinary storm, it would have been crushed by the fiery lion.

However, even if it is just a feather, the power of the gods is not something that ordinary elves can resist.

Again and again, his physical strength was exhausted, and the fiery lion's body spewed with raging heat, and the fist of Khaki outside the storm on the other side gradually stopped.

As if noticing Yang Mo's trick, Khaki's roar stopped and closed his eyes, at this time he wanted to calm himself down.

Staring at the calm Kaki in front of him, Yang Mo felt that something was wrong, and a wonderful fluctuation erupted from Kaki's body.

Yang Mo sensed that the influence of his spiritual power on Kaki had failed.

There is a slight gap between the power of the khaki explosion and his own spiritual power, and it feels like a kind of manipulation of his own life fluctuations.

At this time, a wonderful wave of energy was surrounding Khaki.

"The old man in the clan once told me to calm down and perceive the things around me with my heart."

It seemed that Yang Mo's illusion barrier had been broken, and Khaki's mouth was muttering the dialect of his hometown.

This ancient tribal dialect is not fully documented in language, but is passed down orally among its people.

Yang Mo, who was standing opposite, scratched his head and didn't understand what Ka was saying.

"What the eyes see and what the body touches is not necessarily real, only the waveguide can see the truth of the world!"

Although he didn't know what Khaki was muttering, Yang Mo also sensed that Khaki was using the power of the waveguide at this time.

Crossing the illusion barrier cast by Yang Mo, the power of the waveguide on Kaki's body spread, enveloping the entire opposing battlefield.

"I can't feel your heart, a terrible energy envelops your heart."

Commenting at Yang Mo in front of him, Khaki frowned.

Everything has its own fluctuations, and the power of the waveguide reads the heart of all things.

However, under Khaki's probing, Yang Mo's heart was wrapped and entangled in a terrifying energy.

Khaki wanted to use the waveguide to invade and read the information, but in the face of Yang Mo's huge spiritual power like the ocean, Khaki, who had just awakened the power of the waveguide, was unable to parry.

"You've awakened the power of the waveguide, but the game is over."

Although he was a little surprised by the power that erupted from Kaki's body, when he sensed that the Flame Lion in the center of the storm had exhausted his physical strength in the storm, Yang Mo's face still showed a smile.

"Even though I lost this time, there will be no next time. Looking forward to your next battle. ”

As the fiery lion fell, the storm stopped. Taking out the Poké Ball, Khaki retrieved his Flame Lion and turned to leave.

Relaxing his mind, Yang Mo broke off the spiritual link with Mu Mu Xiao. Exiting the state of shackling transformation, Mu Mu Xiao slowly fell from the sky and burrowed into Yang Mo's arms.

Mu Mu Xiao consumed a lot of physical strength in the battle just now, and the training during the summer vacation was not in vain, otherwise it would not have lasted until the moment the Flame Lion fell.

Gently comforting Mu Muxiao, Yang Mo turned around and walked out of the contestants' passage, and with the end of the semi-finals, the audience also left.

The staff cleaned up the battlefield and began to reassemble the battlefield, expanding the battlefield and closing some of the more front-row spectator seats.

After all, the western metropolis of the SAR is a predominantly white city, and the two sides of the final are one mixed-race and the other is Asian, and there will not be many people in the western metropolis to see it.

Although the freshman competition of the Special Zone Trainer School is grander than the general academy competition, the venue is in the Special Zone after all.

There are at least 10,000 special trainers living in the Special Zone, and even if you don't count the students of the trainer school, there are countless elite trainers.

For them, the freshman competition is like a group of children's fun, even if every few years there will be a terrifying genius emerge, but in the SAR, who is not a genius.

It can be said that the audience of the SAR Trainer Competition is much smaller than that of the key university freshman competitions in other regions.

Just like the Magic Capital University or Beijing University in the Huaxia region, during the freshman competition, those ordinary people who love elves directly filled the audience of 100,000 people.

Every year, these academies need to send special trainers to maintain order on the scene and protect these ordinary people from being affected by the skills on the battlefield.

……

Back in the player's dormitory, Yang Mo gently sprayed Mu Mu Xiao with a healing spray, and heard a ringtone of his mobile phone.

"Hey, Coach Wu? What's the matter? ”

Glancing at the call reminder, Yang Mo picked up the phone and raised his question.

"There's something you need help with, the two students who took time off to go to the city have lost contact. You should have known what was going on here when you went out that day, so I wanted you to help you find out. ”

"Well, I'm going to help find it too."

Listening to Coach Wu's anxious voice on the other end of the phone, Yang Mo agreed without thinking too much.

I was able to legally subdue the Blue Crow so quickly, thanks to the help of Coach Wu.

What's more, after the experience of that day, Yang Mo knew the so-called "freedom" in the western city. Those two classmates are likely to be in big trouble.

Since Asians are mainly concentrated in the eastern cities, Asians in the western cities make up less than 5% of the total population.

So the situation of the yellow race in the western cities is far worse than that of the black people.

Anyway, those two classmates are also their own compatriots, and they need to be more united in this strange Western city.

Putting away the injured wooden stalk, Yang Mo released the blue crow, instructing it to rise into the air and follow.

Walking out of the dormitory, Yang Mo ran towards the bus stop of the Western Branch. If you want to find those two classmates, you must first know where they will go.

Speculating on where these two classmates might go, Yang Mo first determined his first destination, Battle Park.