Chapter 10 10. What kind of monitor are you?
Defeating the enemy with one strike, Mo Hao's performance was enough for other students to take him seriously.
"How can the horns of a barbarian bull be used like this?!"
Gao Lu couldn't help but be a little surprised. He could tell that Mo Hao's move just now was clearly one of Man Niu Jin's matching punches: Man Niu Top Horn.
This move was supposed to hit the opponent's chest or jaw from bottom to top, but unexpectedly, Mo Hao used it in reverse and won.
If a vulnerable place like the back of the head was hit by an elbow, it would not be a minor injury. Even the martial arts students who were watching could not help feeling frightened.
Fierce, vicious, and full of action.
Looking at Mo Hao's figure, some students couldn't help but start to retreat. They had indeed stopped in time just now.
But I'm afraid that when it's my turn to play, the opponent won't be able to stop in time.
"His Qi and blood strength is very high." Yu Ting was the one who spoke. She and Gao Lu were the only students in the elite class whose Qi and blood strength reached over 145 calories.
She frowned slightly, "The speed and power that just exploded, and the energy and blood intensity definitely exceeded 145 calories."
The strength of Qi and blood is definitely higher than his own.
Yu Ting added silently in her heart, at least it was impossible for her to achieve the explosive power just now. Although the explosive power of women's bodies is weak, Yu Ting could also see clearly that for Mo Hao... …
Very relaxing.
There was not even any sign of severe physical exertion.
Some students backed down, while others went straight to the ring. The intensity of Qi and blood could not explain everything. Although what Mo Hao showed was worthy of attention, it was not to the point of being intimidating.
The second student soon came on the scene. Learning from the previous one's lesson, this student lowered his center of gravity to prevent Mo Hao from repeating his old tricks.
"start!"
With this start, the student took a defensive posture, making up his mind to defend first and then look for opportunities to counterattack.
But although the idea was good, he had to ask Mo Hao first if he would let him do it.
Mo Hao pinched the opponent's shoulders with both hands and directly lifted the opponent up. At the same time, he also opened the door wide to expose his flaws.
The opponent immediately punched the abdomen and chest. Since it was a competition, he did not hit any vital parts.
But he felt it when he punched. Mo Hao's body was so hard that it hurt as if he had hit a stone.
Then Mo Hao exerted force on his waist and threw the opponent in his hand directly out of the ring.
"Next!"
Xia Houwu, who was standing aside, watched silently as one challenger after another was defeated by Mo Hao. He felt more than just the joy of discovering a good prospect.
"Tsk tsk tsk, he strikes decisively, taking into account quickness, accuracy, and ruthlessness. And he makes corresponding arrangements based on the opponent's reaction in a short period of time. Is this a guy who has been fighting for several years somewhere?"
In the wilderness outside the city, there are many people who behave like this, but they are all hunters who have been practicing outside for several years.
The one in front of me is just a student who is still in school.
"I suddenly want to form a team to take care of this student. How lucky is the old principal? There is such a good person in the school."
Even though he had always been a lone ranger, Xia Houwu couldn't help but have the idea of forming a team to lead the team. There was no other reason than Mo Hao's talent.
On the other side, Mo Hao's mind became clearer as he fought.
How to punch, how to block, and even how to subdue the opponent, the messy thoughts are refined, and only precise and efficient ideas are gradually left in the mind.
Use the lowest cost to cause the most damage.
And there was also a part of Mo Hao who tried his best to avoid, and even consciously ignored the weaknesses exposed by his classmates when they made moves.
Vital parts such as the throat, perineum, back of the head, eyes, etc., they were like flashing red dots in front of his eyes, tempting him to execute execution-style attacks on them.
Mo Hao needed to spend at least half of his energy to ignore it. He kept suppressing the ferocious fighting spirit bursting out of his heart, telling himself that this was just a small class competition and there was no need to kill anyone.
But even so, Mo Hao gradually carried a ruthless aura when he took action.
Although after a series of competitions, Mo Hao only used a brute force, but after his successive victories, the students looked at Mo Hao as if they were seeing a bull demon that no longer eats grass but instead eats people, a bull demon.
When Yu Ting was kicked out of the ring by Mo Hao, there was only one opponent left.
Gao Lu, who stepped onto the stage, looked at the classmate who almost knocked down the entire class with vigilance. Before Yu Ting, several classmates had lost their will to fight and chose to surrender.
Now, the only one left in the class who has not yet played is Gao Lu.
As the last man standing, Gao Lu had to get on the stage no matter what, and he couldn't surrender yet.
Otherwise, it would mean that the whole class was defeated by Mo Hao alone.
These students have just formed a class and do not yet have a high level of collective consciousness. However, at such a high-spirited young age, they naturally do not want to be pressured by others.
Gao Lu put up a stance on the ring, wanting to face Mo Hao directly, but after defeating many opponents, Mo Hao's momentum snowballed to a considerable extent.
In a trance, Gao Lu saw Mo Hao with an elongated figure, towering head and horns, and burning breath.
In his eyes, Mo Hao no longer looked like a human being, but a bull demon that shook the earth with brute force, a bull demon.
Being suppressed in terms of momentum, his strength became even more vulnerable. Mo Hao punched in the chest. By the time Gao Lu came to his senses, he had already been knocked off the ring.
The outcome is decided!
[Beat the whole class, experience +50]
Not paying attention to the voice coming from the system in his ears, Mo Hao stood on the edge of the arena and looked down at the students in the elite class.
"Also! There is! Who!?"
"Anyone else who is dissatisfied should stand up!"
The momentum was like a huge stone weighing heavily on the hearts of the students, causing them to subconsciously avoid Mo Hao's eyes and not dare to look into his eyes.
"It seems that the squad leader has been selected." Xia Houwu looked around with a smile, and then announced, "Okay, now if no one objects, Mo Hao will be the squad leader of the elite class."
"Now let's ask our squad leader to talk about his feelings."
There is no such thing as feeling, at least for Mo Hao, it is not a big feeling.
He took two steps forward and stood on the edge of the ring so that all the students could see him. "I am Mo Hao, your monitor. If you want to ask for advice or if you encounter trouble, you can come to me."
He had some clues as to how the experience came about, and he was basically certain that one of the ways to gain experience was through [looking for trouble] and [being conspicuous].
Mo Hao considers himself not good at looking for trouble, but it doesn't matter. As long as these students come to him for help when they are in trouble, they will know whether [experience] can be obtained by asking for help from others.
That is the so-called [mission].
At the same time, a panel also popped up in front of his eyes.
[Task: Monitor! 】
[What is a monitor? I will take care of things that the teacher dare not take care of, and I will kill those who the teacher does not dare to kill. I have to take care of things that the teacher can control, and I have to take care of things that the teacher can't control even more. 】
[Behead first, play later, school charter, this is the monitor! 】
[Requirement: Let your classmates respect you and fear you! 】
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(End of this chapter)