Wang Mo's step forward caused a huge wave, and a large number of onlookers gathered at Longmen. Some people recognize this abominable Huang Mao. It is said that his soul power has reached the level of 350,000, and he is particularly arrogant and domineering because of this. He became a gangster in the barracks where he worked. Bullying men and dominating women was what he did every day.
The more hateful people are those who help others do evil. They are useless themselves, but they are still willing to see others being oppressed. They can find pleasure and psychological balance in it. Although he doesn't have any real skills, he is still very good at hiding behind his words. These guys are clamoring for you, Huang Mao, to kill Wang Mo and take the girl back as a concubine.
"Did you hear it? Everyone's cry?" Huang Mao stepped on the girl and looked at Wang Mo with a look that was reserved for gangsters.
"Would it be against the rules if I kill you?" Wang Mo said a cold and biting sentence, waiting for the other party's answer.
"Just you?" Huang Mao laughed wildly after hearing this, and then said to everyone present, "If you can kill me, it will be your fault, and it will not count as a fight or a violation of the academy's regulations. He patted his chest and said, "That's what I said. It counts."
"That's good, let's take action, I'm in a hurry!" Wang Mo's speaking speed did not change from the beginning to the end, and there was no trace of anxiety or anger. Originally, there was no need for weapons to fight Huang Mao, but in order to make it less eye-catching, he still drew the blue steel sword from his back. This is also the only weapon behind him, and the other two are unknown where they are hidden.
"Look at your poor weapon!" Huang Mao mocked Wang Mo's weapon and drew out his weapon with extremely wide movements.
Huang Mao's weapon is divided into two parts, one part is a long red and white handle, and the other part is a wide blade. After twisting and connecting the two ends, a long-handled sword was formed. The most important thing is that this is a battlefield weapon, which is a bit beyond Wang Mo's expectations. But when looking at other people's eyes, there isn't much surprise, the most is just envy.
"Add another bet, whoever wins can have this beautiful woman?" Huang Mao said this dirty word, and kicked the girl on the ground towards Wang Mo. Taking advantage of this moment of blocking his line of sight, he opened his sword and charged forward with the maximum soul power in actual combat, and he unleashed the most ruthless hand.
"The dirty tricks make it even more reasonable to kill you." Wang Mo didn't panic after seeing it. Everything was just slow motion in his eyes. He used his left hand to grab the girl's belt and gently brought her to the ground safely. The long sword in his right hand was still sent out at this time, attacking Huang Mao's abdomen.
Wang Mo managed to fight in slow motion for five minutes, and his patience was completely exhausted. Suddenly he turned behind Huang Mao and simply put his sword on Huang Mao's neck. He didn't kill this guy immediately, but still gave the other person a chance, "Stop, apologize, or I'll kill you."
"Hmph..." Huang Mao was still dissatisfied and resentful, as if he was about to use some big move.
"Brush, why bother!" Wang Mo simply pulled the sword blade and killed the stupid Huang Mao.
"Boom!" Everyone at the scene was excited. Wang Mo didn't know why. But the crowd's discussion revealed the truth. During the battle, his long sword didn't even touch the sword. To put it simply, Huang Mao wanted to take advantage of weapons, but Wang Mo never gave him a chance. This is not a weight contest at all, it looks like an old man teasing a baby.
"Get up..." Wang Mo put away his sword and pulled the girl up from the ground. He took a closer look and saw that the girl was indeed very beautiful. She has short golden hair, a bumpy figure, and looks very healthy and beautiful.
"This knife belongs to you..." Wang Mo avoided the girl's fiery eyes and threw the sword on the ground to her.
At this time, the group of guys who didn't distinguish between good and evil began to cheer without taking it too seriously, "He is yours, hurry up and take him into the house, and go and be happy!"
"Get out of here, you bunch of idiots!" Wang Mo had already had enough of this group of guys who had no distinction between good and evil, so he swore at the hundreds of people around him. He raised his long sword and pointed it at the people around him. No one in the rabble dared to speak anymore, and they really dispersed.
"Let's go, you are free!" After Wang Mo said this, he walked around the girl and walked into the dragon gate. The other party asked his name again and again from behind, and did not look back. He just vaguely heard the girl say her name, which was Fan Yao.
Standing in front of the training center, Wang Mo felt as if he was in the harem of the empress in the palace. The red walls, green tiles, tight door with rivets, and the stone beasts on both sides all make it feel like a palace. But it's completely different when you walk in. The courtyard is very large and has all the training equipment you can imagine. There are also clean rooms and pressure rooms indoors and underground. This pressure room is used for cultivating soul power.
"The idiots are out too, haha..." A harsh voice sounded in the courtyard, and Wang Mo frowned and turned his head to look over. The rabble opened their mouths to laugh again, this time it was an overweight man with a pig-shaped pet beside him. This turned out to be a control hunter, which was so rare among so many people.
"Old Mo, don't pay attention to them, let's practice by ourselves!" Fan Yao actually stood beside the man, taking every action to protect the man's dignity.
"A beautiful girl with a kind heart!" Wang Mo hid in the crowd and saw this scene, and gave the other party a high praise. After seeing that the other party did not need help this time, he chose a clean room because he really needed to calm down.
The clean room was almost as expected, a small, dark room. A coffee table, a futon, and an incense stick. Wang Mo sat cross-legged and began to practice "Vipassana". This book can not only cultivate one's moral character, but also improve one's soul power. He sat down for three days without caring about what happened outside.
Three days later, Wang Mo felt much calmer and accepted the current situation and reality. He also believes that Xixi and her friends will be fine. As long as they survive this year, they will see Xixi again.
"Huh?" After Wang Mo left the clean room, he found that there was no one in the training center. After walking around the main building complex for a while, he still found no one. Just when he was doubting, he heard a voice coming from the square outside Longmen. He quickly came outside the dragon gate and found that the place seemed to have just been disbanded, and a group of three or five people were discussing something.
"Come here!" A crisp and authoritative voice appeared, and a middle-aged woman in military uniform was staring at him. Although she is middle-aged, she is still beautiful, but her face is cold and arrogant.
"Hello, sir!" Wang Mo came over quickly to reply, not knowing what had delayed him.
"What's your name? Why were you absent from the grouping ceremony?" The female officer's words were very rigid and sounded threatening.
"I have been meditating in the clean room for three days and missed the ceremony. I'm sorry, sir!" Wang Mo told the truth very cooperatively.
"Three days? How charming are you to be able to meditate for three days?" The female officer didn't believe Wang Mo, but she didn't go any further. "Everyone has been reassigned to the combat team, and now there are only two who are not required." Yes, and you, the one with poor discipline, you can work together."
Wang Mo followed the female officer's words and found that the remaining two were acquaintances. One is the beautiful woman Fan Yao, and the other is the fat and controlling hunter Lao Mo. After watching it, he said to the female officer, "That's absolutely fine. I'll just form a team with them!"
Before Wang Mo could reach Fan Yao, he heard the latter screaming with joy and even jumping up and down on the ground. This made Lao Mo stupid. He didn't know what kind of illness his best friend had. When she was still a few steps away, she rushed forward and pulled Wang Mo over, and said excitedly, "We are really destined. From now on, we will be in groups of three."
"This is the gentleman I told you about, the one who saved me at Longmen!" Fan Yao didn't know Wang Mo's name, so she introduced him to him.
"Hello, my name is Wang Mo!" Wang Mo introduced himself quite generously and took a small step back to keep his distance from Fan Yao.
"Are my words useless?" Suddenly a domineering voice sounded, followed by footsteps. A guy with a dark green broom head and a group of horsemen surrounded Wang Mo and the other three. He looked at Wang Mo sideways, "You're the one who killed my little brother? I'm really tired of living."
"Who are you?" Wang Mo asked coldly, not even looking at this guy from the corner of his eyes, "Is that Huang Mao your little brother? He voluntarily bet with me, but he just lost his life. Many people can testify. "
"Even if you bet, you should be the one who dies!" said the broom head unreasonably, and took a step forward to approach Wang Mo, and said in a shameless tone, "I, Zhao Tusheng, am the first brother of the Qinglong Team, who am I to call you?" Whoever lives will live, whoever is told to die must die." Pointing his hand at Wang Mo's chest, "I'm going to watch you three commit suicide now, do you understand?"
Wang Mo looked at the female officer in the distance and didn't seem to have any intention of taking care of it. Then he has nothing to worry about. Since he can kill people at will, he can just kill someone if he can't fight.
"Brush!" Wang Mo drew out the long sword from his back and strangely chopped off the broom head's arm.
"Ah..." The other party didn't seem to expect that Wang Mo would take action. He thought that the other party must have been frightened. When he saw the flash of sword light, he subconsciously drew back his hand. But his feet failed to follow him slightly, and he staggered into the younger brother behind him.
"Kill them!" The broom head became angry and asked the surrounding boys to attack.
"Since no one is in charge, I will go on a killing spree!" Wang Mo yelled deliberately for everyone around him to hear. Then he rushed forward with his sword and began to slaughter without mercy.
Although his soul power has been suppressed to forty-six, his fighting ability and physical condition cannot be weakened. Wang Mo faced a group of people alone, and it was really ruthless killing. In the blink of an eye, three people had been killed, and they all died with a sword through the heart.
"Back off, I'll take care of him!" Broomhead seemed to be unable to stand it any longer. He took out a pair of long swords, which were also very obvious battlefield weapons, and prepared to compete with Wang Mojue to the death.
"Stop!" the female officer finally spoke. She walked a few hundred meters in two or three steps, stood in the middle of the crowd, and began to scold sternly, "This is a military camp, not a place for gangsters to fight. Get out of here!"
Wang Mo felt that the charm of female officers was unfathomable, and just saying "get out" was an attack. Fear arose in his heart, and his body was shaken uncontrollably by the soul power. He didn't want his strength to be seen through, so he turned around and took Fan Yao and the two of them away quickly.
