The little cousin of the group is actually a genius in cultivating immortals

After waking up, Mo Mo was the only one who felt annoyed about the first phone call she made to Zhao Wenting. However, since Zhao Wenting did not seem to mind it, Mo Mo gradually forgot about it as time went by.

As for the treasure hunt cooperation with Song Tianjiao, Mo Mo said that he had to prepare for the spiritual cultivation competition after the new year, so their treasure hunt cooperation had to be postponed. Mo Mo was very clear about what was more important.

In Zhao Wenting’s personal office at the headquarters of the Bureau of Superpowers.

"Do you remember when your spiritual power last advanced?"

Zhao Wenting casually flipped through the project report submitted by Mo Mo and suddenly asked this question.

Mo Mo thought for a moment and said, "It's during the freshman competition."

"Then have you ever thought about why your spiritual level has not improved after half a year?" Zhao Wenting put down the information in his hand, his eyes were like a deep frozen pool in winter, making people feel a hint of chill seeping out.

"..."

[Have I done anything to make him angry recently? No? Then why is he acting like he's about to have another attack? ]

Mo Mo's brain was working quickly. For a moment, she couldn't understand why he was fine yesterday, but when they met today, he acted as if he had committed a heinous crime.

"Master, it's OK."

Just when Mo Mo was silent, not knowing how to answer his sudden question, a familiar figure appeared.

It’s Yan Mu.

Under the systematic discipline of the Bureau of Superpowers, he has now become a person like another Pei Ming: he does not mix too many personal emotions when working, exists like a transparent person, and Zhao Wenting's orders are his only purpose of action.

After receiving the information Yan Mu had just brought in, Zhao Wenting stood up and was about to leave. He did not forget to call Mo Mo, who was still sitting there in a daze: "Let's go. You have been in the Ability Bureau for a while. I shouldn't treat you like a freshman anymore."

"Ah?" After hearing what Zhao Wenting said, Mo Mo opened his mouth wide, looking confused.

Zhao Wenting had already left, leaving only Yan Mu and Mo Mo in the room. Mo Mo looked at Yan Mu in confusion. Yan Mu walked towards her and touched her head as usual.

Only when Zhao Wenting was not around did Mo Mo feel that this person was the brother Amu she knew.

It turned out that the place Zhao Wenting wanted to take her to was the Colosseum set up by the War Preparation Department. To the outside world, it was a Colosseum, but to the people in the Supernatural Power Bureau, it was a real training ground.

Mo Mo had heard Liang Chuxin talk about the various training methods of their department before. Among them, Liang Chuxin found the most interesting one to be the Colosseum. Her explanation at the time was: through the duel between beasts, the soldiers watching the battle can better exercise their judgment and vision. In each beast duel, two fierce slave beasts will be released, and then the visitors will decide which side to bet on with the chips they bought in their hands based on the first five minutes of the fighting scene. The winner can get double the chips, and the loser will lose the chips he bought. Here, the chips in everyone's hands represent wealth and the glory of victory.

"Why are you here? Isn't this the Colosseum of the War Preparation Department?" Mo Mo looked at Yan Mu, who was standing behind him as silently as a pillar, in confusion, trying to get an answer from him.

However, when Zhao Wenting appears, Yan Mu is like a machine, speaking little and showing no emotions.

Finally, Mo Mo had to withdraw his doubtful gaze and look for the missing Zhao Wenting. He did not find the familiar figure in the entire duel viewing area, but saw him in the waiting area for the new round of competition.

"Is he preparing to go on stage himself? Is he crazy? That's a super powerful monster at the third level."

Although Mo Mo had been looking for someone, she also listened carefully to the host's announcement. The next duel that was about to begin was not as simple as the previous ones. It was said that one of the parties was a super-powerful third-level monster that was captured just last month and was rarely encountered by ordinary people.

Yan Mu remained motionless, standing there as if he didn't hear her words.

It is a hippopotamus-shaped saber-toothed rhinoceros weighing more than five tons.

Mo Mo knew that since she was already here, no matter what Yan Mu said, he would never reveal any other information to her, so she decided to keep her composure and continue reading.

As Mo Mo expected, the duel between beasts was suddenly interrupted, and the host had to re-broadcast it: it became a duel between humans and beasts.

Of course, Zhao Wenting’s real identity was not accurately broadcast. He just used a pseudonym, and Zhao Wenting also wore a mask to conceal his identity.

When they heard that it was a duel between humans and beasts, the whole audience instantly became excited.

This lasted for more than thirty minutes. The saber-toothed rhinoceros, whose body was covered with wounds, and Zhao Wenting, whose white shirt was soaked with sweat, faced each other with cold eyes. It seemed that both sides had put a lot of effort into finding out the other's strength.

Zhao Wenting suddenly smiled and approached the vigilant saber-toothed rhino with an elegant step. He slowly raised his finger. The movement looked extremely gentle. The fireball in his palm quietly ignited and grew bigger and bigger. He stopped two meters away from the saber-toothed rhino. His eyes were like cold blades. The place where he just stepped on was left with dark footprints and even wisps of white smoke. Then, he said coldly to the saber-toothed rhino in front of him: "Okay, I've played with you for a while." The voice was extremely quiet, but it carried a deterrent power that could make people shudder and tremble with fear.

"Bang!" The saber-toothed rhino, which was roaring with its mouth wide open, was knocked more than ten meters away by the fireball quickly launched by Zhao Wenting. The saber-toothed rhino weighing several tons smashed into the solid iron wall of the duel arena, and a dent was smashed into the originally smooth surface of the wall.

Mo Mo watched him approach the saber-toothed rhino step by step, with orange-red flames burning all over his body. The gentle smile he usually had shattered in her mind, replaced by the overly calm cruelty at this moment.

The saber-toothed rhino, injured by the fireball, wanted to escape, but found that it couldn't even stand up. "Bang!" There was another loud noise, and it fell heavily on the duel field, its eyes filled with fear.

Zhao Wenting simply ignored the saber-toothed rhino's claws as sharp as knives and its ferocious mouth full of fangs. The fireball in his hand turned into a burning red sword, which he raised above his head. The saber-toothed rhino, which was howling just now, was split into two halves by the sword and collapsed with a loud bang.

The smelly blood splattered everywhere, not only Zhao Wenting himself was covered in it, but also the audience in the front row. They were stunned by the sudden splash of blood, and then after they reacted, they were filled with crazy joy and screamed in ecstasy, completely forgetting the embarrassment and filth at the moment.

Zhao Wenting, who was still standing on the field, had a face as cold as ice. He still held the sword in his hand. There was no fear, no excitement, and not even a bit of vitality of a human being in his dark eyes.

[In fact, there was no need to split the several-ton beast in half. The moment it fell to the ground without standing up actually indicated that he had won. Why did it have to be so bloody? ]

Mo Mo sat there quietly, expressionless.

Suddenly, her cell phone rang. She stood up, away from the crowd who were still partying, and answered the call alone.