Almost at the same time, Tang Mo's mental power and Wen Zheng's spiritual power surged out like a tide, pressing towards each other.
The mental power and spiritual power collided in mid-air, making a "bang" sound.
Both of them had very subtle control over their own power, and the other onlookers were hardly affected at all. But because they couldn't feel anything, they could only judge the situation of the competition from the expressions of the two.
At first, Tang Mo and Wen Zheng just stood quietly, looking calm and relaxed, a bit like a worldly master.
In fact, both of them are constantly increasing the output of their mental and spiritual power.
Tang Mo was not in a hurry. As much spiritual power as Wen Zheng added, she would output more mental power. With the same power, she could steadily dominate others.
Wen Zheng also noticed it. In the flash of lightning, he suddenly remembered that Mr. Qiu had just said that Tang Mo's telepathy had mutated. He frowned slightly, regretting that he had competed with endurance.
However, he did not feel that he would lose. After so many years of practice, although he did not become a saint, the accumulation of spiritual power was real.
Wen Zheng simply put away his probing thoughts and instantly pressed 70% of his spiritual power towards Tang Mo.
Tang Mo raised his eyebrows, and his mind power surged out, intercepting the spiritual power, and then slowly and unstoppably pushed towards Wen Zheng.
Wen Zheng twitched his goatee and raised his spiritual power to 80%, but he still couldn't stop Tang Mo's "attack". He was already panicking. How could Tang Mo's telepathy be so strong after just practicing for so long?!
He continued to increase the output of his spiritual power without believing in evil, and 100% of his spiritual power was exerted on him. His face was distorted and turned red due to the excessive exertion.
Tang Mo still had the same calm look. She looked at Wen Zheng with faint eyes and didn't say a word, but she seemed to have said all the mocking words.
The onlookers looked at this scene in shock. How could Mr. Wen lose to Tang Mo? How old is Tang Mo? His age is only a fraction of Wen Zheng's, right? This talent is too terrifying!
"The outcome is already obvious." Mr. Qiu sighed secretly and stood up, "I'll count one, two, three, you all withdraw your strength at the same time, don't accidentally hurt me."
Tang Mo nodded in agreement and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, Mr. Qiu."
Obviously, she still has some energy left.
The unwillingness in Wen Zheng's eyes dissipated, leaving only a bit of dejection. Has their era really passed?
Seeing that he didn't respond, Mr. Qiu called out again: "Wen Zheng?"
Wen Zheng came back to his senses and nodded.
After counting the numbers, Mr. Qiu said in a deep voice: "Withdraw!"
Tang Mo and Wen Zheng withdrew their power at the same time, and no damage was caused.
Tang Mo hugged Wen Zheng and said, "I agree."
Wen Zheng smiled bitterly and shook his head, "You won by your own strength. There is nothing to give in to." After a pause, he said with conviction: "If you are the deputy general, I have no objection."
Tang Mo's smile was a bit forced. What could she say to convince them that she really had no intention of becoming a deputy general? She took a deep breath and said from the bottom of her heart: "Thank you."
Mr. Qiu smiled and asked, "Does anyone else have a different opinion?"
Tang Mo looked at everyone hopefully.
Everyone nodded in agreement.
"Young Master Tang has come to serve as deputy general, and we both support him."
"No objection! No objection at all!"
"It is our honor to be led by Young Master Tang!"
The strong elders also began to praise him.
"Young Master Tang is as strong as us old guys at such a young age. Breaking through to the Saint level is just around the corner."
"The Volunteer Army should be led by young talents like Young Master Tang."
"The rumors are indeed true. Young Master Tang himself is even better than the rumors say."
Tang Mo felt more and more embarrassed as she listened, and her toes curled up uncontrollably. She couldn't bear it anymore, so she suddenly rose into the air, hovering above everyone, and said loudly: "Thanks to you all for not giving up, Tang Mo will definitely do his best."
We will do our best to ensure everyone’s safety.”
Everyone smiled when they heard this. Although they had put life and death aside when they decided to join the volunteer army. But if it could really increase the chance of survival, who wouldn't be tempted?
Fu Yunxiu looked at Tang Mo in mid-air, smiled and said, "The demon-slaying team is going to become a demon-slaying army."
As a result, it became a prophecy.
Mr. Qiu said: "Since we already have a deputy general, it is not appropriate to call us volunteers. We have to have our own name."
Everyone nodded and started discussing.
Tang Mo was silent for two seconds and said, "Everyone, I have an idea."
Her voice was not high, but as soon as she opened her mouth, everyone shut up and looked over.
Tang Mo said with a serious expression: "Our mission here in the Southern Continent is to recover the lost territory, but in fact it is to kill as many blood demons as possible. It is best to kill all the blood demons in the southern continent."
"In view of this purpose, the name of the army will be changed to 'Demon Slayer'." Tang Mo looked at everyone, "What do you think?"
"Demon-slaying army? Demon-slaying army!"
"It feels kind of cool."
"It's a good name, it's easy to understand at a glance."
"Yes, anyone who listens will know what we do."
Mr. Qiu nodded repeatedly and said, "This name is very appropriate."
Tang Mo breathed a sigh of relief, "That's it, let's all go and rest."
Fu Yunxiu laughed and shook his head. He was sure that Tang Mo just wanted to "get out" of the awkward atmosphere quickly, so he casually reported the name of the demon-slaying team.
Tang Mo returned to the crowd with an expressionless face and said seriously: "Why don't you go back to the camp to rest? You won't have a chance to rest until you reach the Southern Continent, so just cherish it."
Chu Yunlai, Linghu Xiao and others looked at each other in confusion. They originally planned to tease Tang Mo a few words, but after seeing this, they restrained their thoughts.
It’s not that I don’t dare, it’s that I can’t bear it,
Everyone returned to the camp one after another, and Tang Mo and Fu Yunxiu also found a free tent and went in.
As soon as the curtain of the tent was lowered, Tang Mo turned around and threw himself into Fu Yunxiu's arms, saying in a low voice: "Why do so many people choose me? What if I don't do well?"
Being a general is not easy, every decision affects the lives of countless people.
This is not a question of ability, it is a question of mental endurance.
Fu Yunxiu raised his hand to hug her and said seriously: "We will choose you only if everyone agrees with you. Even if you don't believe in yourself, you must believe in everyone's judgment. At least everyone present thinks that you can become a qualified deputy general."
"What about you?" Tang Mo looked up at him, still not confident.
Fu Yunxiu smiled and said honestly: "When have I ever questioned you? I have always been on your side."
Tang Mo snorted softly, "So you admit that you are acting emotionally?"
Fu Yunxiu couldn't laugh or cry, "If you don't talk about anything else, just give one of your battle formations to everyone, the combat effectiveness and survivability of the demon-slaying army will be greatly improved. From this point of view, no one is more suitable to sit down than you.
In the leadership position."
Tang Mo was stunned for a moment, then frowned and said, "Do you think Mr. Qiu did it on purpose? He just came to my battle formation, right?!"
I'm sick, I have a high fever. I'm sorry it's late.