The Original Seeker

The three of Bai Mo and the two men sent by Chen Bo walked to the competition venue.

"Captain Bai, please." Everyone knew that the power of Bai Mo's casual punch yesterday was not comparable to theirs. So they unanimously recommended him to play the first game, so according to the rules, if there is no accident, Bai Mo can defeat the five opponents on his own, so they don't have to play and can get a lot of profits while lying down.

However, Bai Mo simply ignored their little calculation, because in his feeling, in less than ten minutes, what was supposed to come was about to come, and it didn't matter who came first and who came last.

"Why is Captain Bai still carrying the suitcase?" Rong Jingya asked curiously.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to get it later."

"Captain Bai, you really know how to joke. With your moving speed, there's no reason why you can't get it in time."

"There are less than ten minutes left." Bai Mo said incoherently.

"What ten minutes? You mean what Captain Ye told us about your premonition this morning?" Rong Jingya still didn't take it seriously.

"Um."

"Captain Bai still thinks his premonition is true?"

"Well, we'll be there in a few minutes, everyone, take care." Bai Mo said like a magician talking about the end of the world.

"Can I ask a question?" Rong Jingya said.

"Selective answer." Bai Mo gave an ambiguous reply.

"Is premonition your ability?"

"Maybe, it's probably a recent ability, but it could also be purely an illusion, who knows."

"Mr. Bai, please." The staff at the venue interrupted the conversation between the two.

"OK."

Bai Mo walked onto the stage and saw a middle-aged man wielding a sword opposite him. The middle-aged man asked Bai Mo in broken English: "Is the sword... okay?"

"Whatever." In Bai Mo's view, it doesn't matter as long as the opponent doesn't use the atomic bomb as a weapon. His own speed has reached half of the speed of ordinary bullets. It is not difficult to dodge the bullets because the bullets will not turn and are cold. Weapons are even less important.

Bai Mo carried his suitcase and took advantage of the opportunity to scan the people in the audience of the Yamato team on the opposite side and found that they were just like the report given by Feng Dong. Only this middle-aged swordsman could be considered a threat.

"It seems that they also chose the same plan, directly letting the strongest person go to the first round."

"This time we have a show. The swordsman Yamamoto is directly on the opposite side. It will not be easy for Captain Bai to deal with him. Everything hidden should be exposed." Chen Bo, who was sitting in the distance and preparing to watch the battle, thought to himself.

"The box...don't need to put it down?" the swordsman asked again.

"You bring a sword as a weapon, and this box is my weapon." Bai Mo said simply in English, regardless of whether the other party understood it or not.

"The blade flows like fire!" The middle-aged swordsman recited in Yamato script, and then his sword began to emit strange flames.

"The opponent seems to be unscientific. This is no longer a so-called cold weapon!" Although Bai Mo didn't understand what the middle-aged man was saying, he was still curious about the sudden flames coming out of the sword.

"Chen Bo, can you explain to me a little bit how that Yamato man can make flames spurt out of the sword by chanting a spell?" Wen Jian, who was sitting next to Chen Bo, asked in confusion.

"According to the secret information we have obtained, Yamato researchers have initially found out that the reason is that this group of swordsmen have been practicing swordsmanship for many years, and a small number of elites have reached the point where the human sword has become one. The sword has become like a part of their body, in the aura. After appearing, their swords become psionic along with their masters, and the swords can be regarded as their psionic organs.”

"I always feel that it is slightly inconsistent with the scientific education I received before." Wen Jian commented after listening to Chen Bo's explanation, "But this should also be able to bring out Captain Bai Mo's hidden strength. Captain Bai Isn’t it a bit pretentious to actually come on stage with a box?”

"We'll see." Chen Bo returned his attention to the stage.

After greeting each other politely, the battle officially started.

"Sword of great fire!" Yamamoto muttered, and with his words, the flames attached to the sword expanded rapidly, making it look like he was holding a five-meter-long giant sword.

Yamamoto held the flaming giant sword and used the Itto-ryu swordsmanship he had practiced for many years to kill Bai Mo at a speed of more than 80 meters per second. Everywhere he went, he was swept away by the flames of sword energy.

It was the first time for many spectators around to see the scene of ability users fighting with all their strength, and it was also the first time they felt the blazing heat of a battlefield filled with flames for dozens of meters in radius.

"His body seems to be immune to flames. Standing in the center of the fire field, he won't feel anything even if there is a ball of flames under his feet. Team Chen, it seems that your heating ability is being targeted." Wen Jian joked to Chen Bo.

"Although the attack power seems to be terrifying, it is a pity that the user of the sword is not strong enough and the speed is too slow. If I were to fight with him in actual combat, my speed would be about 20% faster than him. Just for this reason, I can kill him with just my fists without using my abilities." Chen Bo commented nonchalantly on Yamamoto on the stage.

"Don't think that ability users have nothing to do when their abilities are restrained. Our physical fitness becomes more terrifying as we go up, and the body is our most reliable weapon. Pure speed and strength , coupled with the increasingly stronger defense provided by the fate field, these are the most important. As for the ability, it is just an accessory ability brought about by the deep strengthening of one of the organs." Chen Bo continued.

"Chen Bo, when you mentioned this point of view, I suddenly remembered something."

"What's wrong?"

"Is Bai Mo really an ability user who prioritizes physical enhancement?"

Chen Bo was stunned for a moment.

"Probably... right, otherwise it would be difficult to explain his abnormal physical fitness." Chen Bo tried to persuade himself not to think in another direction.

"But what I saw in the Dragon Group's files is that his other ability is in his eyes."

"Let's not talk about this for now. Let's continue watching the game." Chen Bo simply changed the topic.

In the eyes of most of the audience below, there was only one fire dragon swimming on the stage at high speed. Bai Mo's thin figure had been completely submerged in the raging fire. Even many people in the dragon group were worried. Looking at the stage.

"Don't worry. Although the sword can kill quite a lot, it's too slow." Ye Zi expressed the same opinion as Chen Bo.

Bai Mo, who was holding the box in one hand on the stage, was using his ability to keep an eye on the surrounding movements while dodging the slashes of the flaming giant sword lightly.

"Still have no clue at all. Forget it, kill this guy first and then think about it later."

Before, Bai Mo had been moving at a slightly higher speed than Yamamoto on the field, giving Yamamoto the illusion that he could hit him with more force. He kept trying to find the limit of Yamamoto's speed, so the battle ended in a stalemate. But Bai Mo has now changed his mind and plans to kill Yamamoto before something happens, so he directly bursts out at a speed that is twice Yamamoto's limit speed and goes around behind him, hitting him continuously in less than a second. With more than a dozen hand knives, the head of the fire dragon was knocked off.

"Too slow." As soon as the words Bai Mo reached the ears of Yamamoto, who was stunned by the knife, Yamamoto felt that his body was hit by an unparalleled force in front of him, and his whole body hit the ground directly.

Yamamoto's life field discharged most of the power of Bai Mo's fist to the ground, and a large piece of the ground cracked with him as the center, as if he was embedded in the ground.

Yamamoto was still struggling to get up from the ground, but at this time Bai Mo had no intention of finishing the attack.

"finally come!"