Luo Xi frowned, then backed away.
Bai Mo was in the air, and unfortunately, he was also at the edge of the stage. If he rashly moved forward, Bai Mo might seize the opportunity to drag him off the stage with Ink Manipulation, so retreating in order to advance was the correct move.
Different schools used Bioforce Field in vastly different ways.
Some schools liked projecting their Bioforce Field outward, while others preferred using it as Psychokinesis.
Bai Mo's school was more accustomed to using Bioforce Field as armor or protective gear. Years of training had resulted in extremely powerful defensive capabilities, but at the cost of weakening its other aspects.
Although he could use Bioforce Field to achieve the effect of flight, the energy consumption was far greater than that of schools that used Bioforce Field as Psychokinesis.
"That was close."
Bai Mo was actually drenched in cold sweat.
He still had several trump cards he had yet to play. If he inexplicably lost like this, he would never rest in peace, even as a ghost.
This was a huge lesson. I was too careless and underestimated my opponent. I kept thinking about saving my trump cards for my other classmates, but I never considered that I might not even make it to the next round. Bai Mo silently reflected on his mistakes while controlling the ink to pull himself back onto the stage.
After landing, he looked at Luo Xi, who was ready on the opposite side, and said, "Thank you, Luo Xi. You made me realize my shortcomings and mistakes. So... from now on, I'll go all out and defeat you!"
"Bring it!" Luo Xi frowned, then beckoned to him.
Bai Mo took a piece of white ink from his pocket and introduced it. "This is one