"Why did you save me?" Wearing a khaki prison uniform, Mo Yan struggled to follow behind. Although he had a faint answer in his heart, he still couldn't help but ask.
"… The organization requested this action." The young man was silent for a long time before he said something to cover it up.
Mo Yan lowered his head. There was a trace of disappointment in his heart, but it was more self-deprecating. He was thinking too much.
"Catch!"
He stretched out his hands reflexively, and four pokeballs fell steadily into Mo Yan's hands.
"Soroilhac!"
Mo Yan shouted excitedly. When he was captured, all his sprites had lost their fighting ability. He didn't expect that they would return to his hands now.
Logically speaking, the Alliance wouldn't be too gentle with the dark forces' elves. After all, many of them had killed and even eaten people.
Among them, the sprites with average combat power and no research value would be released without wasting any energy. This was actually the best treatment.
The slightly stronger sprites would be left behind. Experimental subjects, mother breeds, and underground fighting arenas could all become their homes.
Until the last bit of value was squeezed out!
The Elf Alliance wasn't a charity. If they could justifiably "make use of waste", they would definitely not be polite.
During the period when Mo Yan was captured, what happened to Soroilhac and the others was the most terrifying thing for him. Because none of them were weak, it was impossible to let them go.
The moment the young man opened the prison door, Mo Yan told him that an assassin needed to be alone because he no longer had any partners!
It didn't matter whether he went out or not. Only when Mo Yan was recovered could he be considered to have truly been reborn!
Mo Yan looked at the ordinary back in front of him and squeezed Soroilhac and the others' pokeballs tightly. He knew everything! That year, he was nineteen years old.
At the age of twenty-two, the young Mo Yan advanced by leaps and bounds with the help of the dark force. He was promoted to a blue card assassin and was only one step away from becoming a silver card assassin.
The young him stubbornly accepted the silver card assassin promotion mission and sneaked into the headquarters of the Fengyuan Alliance to assassinate important people!
Mo Yan, who only had a pseudo Heavenly King elementary-level sprite, had undoubtedly failed. When Mo Yan was in despair, the young man saved him again!
"Why did you save me!" Mo Yan questioned the other party. This couldn't be an organization mission, right?
"… Organize a mission."
It was still so laughable, who would believe it? Although he was a blue assassin chosen by the ghost ship, he was only one of them. It was impossible for a silver assassin to help him.
Moreover, this was a promotion mission!
The young man's support didn't help them escape danger. This was the headquarters of the Spirit Alliance, how could they come and go as they pleased!
Under the tight encirclement, Mo Yan and the young man were once again in a desperate situation. Soroilhac and the others had already lost their ability to fight. Only his elves still had a little bit of stamina.
"Do you still remember what you taught me?"
"Hmm?" The young man replied casually as he fought and retreated.
"Assassins can't have feelings! So don't meddle in other people's business, get lost! "Mo Yan said as he turned around and ran.
The young man still had a psychic earth puppet beside him. It was one of the few sprites that could use teleportation. It wasn't difficult for it to escape with a person!
The combat members of the Spirit Alliance split into two. One of them surrounded Mo Yan, who didn't have a sprite beside him. However, no one rushed forward, afraid that the returning Mo Yan would die together with them.
The other half aggressively chased after the young man!
"Assassins indeed don't need feelings …" The young man said softly. Looking at the opponent who was quickly approaching him, he gently patted the psychic earth puppet beside him.
"Teleportation!"
"Bang!"
What disappeared was the psychic earth puppet, as well as …
Mo Yan!
From now on, they would never meet again!
…
"Hey, hey, why are you in a daze again? There are no beauties in front!" West muttered. He even looked in the direction of Mo Yan's gaze. There was only an empty street.
"Go back early. Have a good rest." Mo Yan nodded to West and quickly walked back to the hotel.
West frowned. Mo Yan must have seen something just now. However, if he didn't say anything, he wouldn't be able to guess.
The night went by uneventfully. The next day, Mo Yan woke up on time for morning exercises, then followed West to the venue of the Heavenly King Tournament.
After a night of adjustment, Mo Yan's condition seemed to have recovered. West secretly let out a sigh of relief. They were already in the semi-finals. Don't drop the ball at the crucial moment.
The sixteen teams arrived one after another. Mo Yan and the others drew the third match according to the rules. Then, they sat down and waited quietly.
The semi-finals required each team to send out a total of four sprites. It would be a double round. Each person could only send out one sprite at a time. During the round, there was a chance to change sprites until all four sprites on one side lost their ability to fight.
This kind of competition rule was unheard of, but it also tested the cooperation between partners more.
Hearing the increasingly intense cheers outside the venue, Mo Yan and West both knew that this kind of competition wasn't simple.
Every sprite could be paired with two other sprites. It was very important to quickly adapt to the fighting habits of different partners and cooperate with each other.
The intensity of the double round was far beyond everyone's imagination. The competition progressed very quickly. With good cooperation, victory and defeat were both straightforward and clean!
Soon, it was the third match. Mo Yan and West went up side by side. Opposite them was a male and female team.
The male was wearing black-rimmed glasses. His small eyes were sparkling. The female was wearing sportswear. Her skin was slightly darker. She was clearly a sports girl.
"Match start!"
Both teams threw pokeballs at the same time. Four red lights flashed past. Geng Gui, Heruga, Flame Horse, and Lava Snail stood on both sides.
"Eh? Why didn't they use Alidos and Armored Bird? "The sports girl turned her head and questioned her opponent before the battle even started.
"Uh …" The bespectacled man adjusted his glasses. He didn't know how to answer.
Previously, Mo Yan and the others had taken turns to use the combination of Alidos and Armored Bird once, and Heruga and Natural Bird twice.
They thought that their opponents would be Alidos and Armored Bird, so they directly chose two fire sprites. They wanted to have an attribute advantage.
"It's okay. I've studied Heruga. It doesn't seem to be immune to fire skills. My Flame Horse is, so we have the advantage!" The bespectacled man calmly analyzed.
Mo Yan's ears were better. He almost laughed out loud when he heard the other party's conversation.
At the moment, the knowledge of characteristics wasn't widespread yet, but the other party was able to find out that his Heruga wasn't a fire attribute. This showed that the bespectacled man's knowledge wasn't bad. It was a pity that Mo Yan was a bug.
The point was, the Heruga on the field wasn't Mo Yan's, but West's. Didn't he notice that it was smaller?
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