Mu Xue and Mu Xue

Soon, the results were announced, and the color he drew was yellow.

As soon as Lin Mo saw the eye-catching yellow color, he knew in his heart that it was not suitable for him to take the lead in this first round of battle.

You know, the unique function of this yellow thunder is control.

Unlike other colors of thunder that are mysterious, invisible, and elusive, yellow thunder can transform into a physical form and control the enemy.

Once controlled by it, the enemy is like being tied up by an invisible rope, unable to move or break free.

Although this "rope" is not a tangible entity, the restraining power it exerts is real. This magical display of power makes yellow thunder unique among many thunder attributes.

Lin Mo's thoughts raced, and he immediately gave up the idea of ​​going into battle in the first game. After all, judging from the properties of thunder, the role of yellow thunder is obviously more focused on teamwork rather than single combat.

However, things are unpredictable. He never expected that Ziyuan, who acted unexpectedly and did not follow traditional rules at all, would directly ask him to go on stage by name.

Ziyuan's eyes widened, his face flushed red, and he shouted, "What are you looking at!

Every day I find you being lazy and perfunctory, as if you are just paddling!

You didn't play in the previous two battles. What's the matter? Now I let you go first. Is there any problem?

Hmm? Any questions?

Lin Mo curled his lips helplessly and groaned inwardly, looking at Zi Yuan's resolute attitude. There was no room for negotiation or maneuver, and he was not even given a chance to debate or explain.

Lin Mosi realized that he had not actively participated in the battle before, and was indeed not in the right at the moment, so he gritted his teeth and decided to be the first to appear.

On the way to the competition stage, Lin Mo's steps were a little heavy. He still had a glimmer of hope in his heart, so he drew the wheel again.

When the result is presented again, this time it appears white.

Lin Mo couldn't say he had a strong fondness for the white thunder, but he didn't hate it either. The overall feeling was that it was just ordinary and standard.

Although White Thunder has relatively low energy consumption, it lacks the outstanding ability that makes people's eyes shine and has significant advantages.

He knew in his heart that although he was not satisfied with the result, he did not dare to continue drawing rashly.

If you are unlucky and draw yellow again or white again, it would be terrible.

The yellow thunder had limited combat capability in a single fight, while the white thunder was almost equivalent to not drawing any energy at all, thus wasting precious star power in vain. This was a situation he absolutely did not want to see.

Lin Mo took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He looked up and saw that his opponent was the eye-patch monk he had seen before.

The presence of the eye-patch monk made Lin Mo inexplicably feel irritated from the bottom of his heart. The main reason was not for anything else but because the eye-patch monk's fighting style was annoying.

"The battle begins!!"

With the referee's loud shout, the sound echoed around the venue like a loud bell, instantly breaking the original calm.

Lin Mo's eyes flashed, and without hesitation, he didn't even give the eye-patch monk a chance to say those annoying nonsense. He suddenly raised high the Seven Thunder Sword in his hand that was shining with cold light.

In an instant, the sky, which was originally sunny and clear, seemed to be stirred by a mysterious force, and dark clouds quickly gathered.

These dark clouds seemed to be controlled by an invisible giant hand, rolling and surging rapidly. Then, a dazzling white lightning came straight down from the dark clouds and accurately hit the sword in Lin Mo's hand.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a confident smile. He casually swung the sword in his hand. In an instant, dense, spider-like thunder intertwined with each other, quickly forming a huge lightning net, which rushed to the ground with an indomitable momentum. Wherever it went, the air seemed to be ionized, making a "sizzling" sound.

"It seems like after this upgrade, your strength has indeed increased a lot!"

Lin Mo sighed inwardly, feeling the transformation of his body, and his originally nervous mood relaxed a lot.

But he knew that the battle had just begun, and the eye-patch monk in front of him was no ordinary man, so he must not be careless at all.

Lin Mo stared at the eye-patch monk with a firm look in his eyes. He exerted force with his feet and rushed towards his opponent at full speed with the sword in his hand like a cheetah.

Although the eyepatch monk's eyes are covered by an eyepatch and he cannot see, he has a unique innate gift - the mind's eye.

With the mysterious power of his mind and eyes, he can keenly perceive every move around him, and even the slightest movement cannot escape his perception.

The mind's eye is a magical and unique ability. It is like a window to a hidden world. It can transcend the limitations of vision and keenly feel the flow of star power and the subtle changes of elements in the vast universe around it, and then accurately judge the location of others.

At this moment, in the perception world constructed by the eye-patch monk with his mind, Lin Mo was like the center of a storm emitting violent thunder power. A large mass of rich and turbulent thunder elements tightly wrapped around him, with only a small amount of star power mixed in it. Moreover, under the high-speed movement, the aggregation of this power also had a long tail, like a burning meteor, rushing towards him with an unstoppable momentum.

This scene made the eye-patch monk's heart tremble violently. At that moment, he couldn't help but reveal a trace of fear that was hard to conceal.

At this moment, Lin Mo was surrounded by thunder. Every ray of lightning seemed to be telling of his strength and inviolability, like a monarch who walked out of the abyss of thunder, with terrifying majesty and oppression.

In a flash, Lin Mo rushed to a place close to the eye-patch monk with an indomitable momentum.

He clenched his teeth, veins bulged on his hands, and tightly grasped the sword in his hand that was flashing with dazzling lightning, then swung it forward with all his strength.

In an instant, a sword energy containing enormous thunder power flew out of the sword, like a roaring thunder dragon, flying towards the eye-patch monk with bared fangs and claws. Wherever it passed, the air was ionized and made a "sizzling" sound, as if playing a war song for this terrifying power.

However, those who can stand on this field and compete are not ordinary people.

At the moment when the thundering sword energy was about to hit him, his body swayed lightly like catkins in the wind, and he dodged it with an extremely agile and elegant posture.

In fact, with his strength, it is not impossible for him to rely on his profound skills to disperse the fierce thunder sword energy with his bare hands. However, in this decisive competition, any rash action may become the fuse that leads to failure.

He knew very well that he had not yet figured out the depth and power of his opponent's thunder force. Blindly taking it head-on would only put himself in an unknown dangerous situation, so choosing to dodge cleverly was undoubtedly the wisest and safest choice.

Seeing that his opponent dodged his sure-win attack so easily, Lin Mo's eyes flashed with a barely perceptible anger.

But he quickly adjusted his mentality, took a deep breath, raised the sword high again, and swung it quickly upwards and forwards.

This time, the two sharp sword energies crossed together, forming a cross sword energy that exuded a deadly aura. Like a rotating chainsaw, it swept towards the eye-patch monk with a whistling sound of wind.

Faced with this fierce second round of attacks, the eye-patch monk remained calm.

His feet were as firm as if nailed to the ground, but his body was as nimble as a loach, dodging left and right, and moving easily between the gaps of the cross sword energy.

There was even a hint of disdain on his face, as if he was mocking Lin Mo's attack method for being too immature.

The trace of fear that had just arisen in his heart had now disappeared like the morning mist under the sunlight.

In his opinion, this seemingly powerful opponent, although possessing the daunting power of thunder, is ultimately just a half-baked man with unskilled skills and who has not yet fully mastered his own strength.

Seeing that his two consecutive powerful attacks had failed to work, Lin Mo began to re-examine the situation in his mind.

He knew clearly that continuing to swing around blindly without any rules and releasing useless sword energy that could not reach the enemy at all was a pure waste of his precious star power.

So, he stopped what he was doing, staring at the eye-patch monk with his eyes, his eyes revealing calmness and determination. He slowly approached the enemy step by step, while his brain was working rapidly, thinking about countermeasures, trying to find the opponent's flaws and deliver a fatal blow.