The Bizarre Adventure of the Elf

Chapter 167

"Marsh King."

"You shouldn't be..."

"Are you afraid?"

No matter how much Xinwu looked at his little elf with contempt, the marsh king's face never changed a bit, and he didn't even turn his eyes, just staring at Xinwu in a daze.

(Θ)
"Ham?"

Tilting his head to look at the trainer, the wet body of Marsh King leaned towards Xinwu, slightly away from the rice spoon snake.

"Hey, hey, this is a competition, don't be like this, okay?"

After further confirming the meaning of Marsh King, Xinwu became anxious.

"Ham?"

Continuing to look at Xinwu with dumbfounded eyes, the face of the king of marsh is unremarkable innocence.

who am I?
where am I?
What am I going to do?
Who is that person in front of you?
Xinwu could clearly see these thoughts in the eyes of Marsh King.

It has been like this many times before, once it encounters a strong opponent, it will shrink back, instead of facing difficulties like other elves of trainers.

This marsh king is the first elf that Xinwu subdued in the wild. Although it is not his initial elf, its fighting power is the first in the team.

Because this marsh king has a clan, and the patriarch is a super big marsh king.

After experiencing many things, Xinwu and Wu Bo's Marsh King actively asked to follow Xinwu.

The average level of elves outside the protected area is better than those in the breeding house, which is quite normal.

Compared with elves of the same level, Xinwu's Marsh King is much higher in terms of strength and mastery of skills, but there is one weakness that is not considered a weakness.

Afraid of elves with a higher level than himself.

To be more precise.

fear death.

Very, very afraid of death.

He is not at all afraid of facing elves of the same level, and he will not shrink from fighting them until he is exhausted.

But once you meet a guy whose level is much higher than yourself, you can tell at a glance that there is no chance of winning.

For example, this rice spoon snake with a strong murderous look.

Forget about fighting or something...

Continuing to stare blankly at Xinwu, the king of marsh tilted his head to the other side.

(Θ)
"Don't do this at such a critical time, okay?"

Looking at the Marsh King with the last ray of hope, Xinwu's heart trembled.

"Ham?"

Responding to Xinwu Xiyi's eyes is still the squinting eyes with a smile.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Anxious and frantic, Xinwu rushed to the arena and pinched the wet and slippery cheek of Zhuo Wang.

"Use Turbidity Stream!"

puff.

Finally, a few drops of muddy water were squeezed out of the king's mouth, and then slid down the corner of his mouth.

"Cham?"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

"I abstain!"

Putting the marsh king back into the poke ball, Xinwu left the arena angrily, holding the heavy red and white ball in his hand, he had already thought about how much more training he would need to go back to.

As long as he becomes as strong as his opponent, the Marsh King will not be afraid anymore!

With the departure of Marsh King, the arena, which was filled with skills, suddenly became empty, and the lively audience was also a little quiet.

So... I have won?
Looking at the rice spoon snake standing in the center of the arena, all the spotlights are serving one of them.

The rice spoon snake, which has reached a length of [-] meters and is as thick as a tree trunk, looks very intimidating.

After a while, someone spoke up.

"Has the winner been decided..."

"What an exciting game!"

The corner of the host's mouth twitched a little when he said this, obviously this was the first time he had seen such a situation.

It should be a big scuffle with twists and turns, and in the end, three players abstained in a row, which has never been seen in previous history.

All three are scared away by a pixie.

The quality of the players this year seems to be really bad.

"Exciting asshole! We want to see elves fighting, not you telling jokes here!"

"That's right, three players in a row quit the competition, no ghosts! How strong can a rice spoon snake be?"

"Indeed, if it was colluded in advance, such an ending would not be surprising."

"What's colluding? That armored tyrannosaurus is the main force of Le Zhe. I don't need to say how strong Le Zhe is, right?"

"What you said seems to make sense. Will Le Zhe also be bribed?"

"What are you talking about again? The son of the richest man in the town, what can bribe him?"

"Cough cough..."

Hearing the doubts about the fairness of the game that could be heard in his ears, the host picked up the microphone and cleared his throat.

"The time is almost up, let's take a look at how the contestants' cooking is doing!"

One of the ways to stay calm is to change the subject.

It's a cake making competition, elf fights and all, really just incidental.

"It's boring."

"This year's game is really boring."

"The battle between the platypus and the marsh king is more exciting."

"That's right, that flame, you can tell it's powerful just by looking at it."

"It's strange that a little elf like the rice spoon snake can win the championship."

The discussion in the audience did not stop, and the host's blunt topic shifting skills did not change the audience's hot spots.

"Black cake, come back."

Calling back the rice spoon snake, Dior was going to receive the prize directly like the last competition.

"Player No. [-], the game is not over yet. If you don't abstain, you are not allowed to leave the field."

"Didn't I kill all their elves?"

Dior, who was about to leave just now, was stopped by the referee, and he was holding a cake to give to the four people watching the show on stage.

Although I couldn't hear their shouts, from my own point of view, they were still working very hard to cheer for myself.

"This is a cake competition..."

"Oh!"

Dio looked suddenly enlightened.

The referee looked at the cake in Dior's hand and swallowed.

Just now I didn't smell it when I was far away, but now the scent comes out when I get close.

want to eat...

"So, what am I going to do now?"

"Present the cake to three guests, and they will comment on your work, and the process in the middle can be left to me."

Politely pointing to Dior where the guest seats are, the referee couldn't take his eyes off the cake in Dior's hand.

"OK, thanks."

Handing the cake in his hand to the referee, Dior began to lick the snake's head.

The waiting process is the longest.

Especially in this case.

"Wait a minute... I'm done too!"

An unexpectedly familiar voice came to Dior's ears, and Al with a pale golden ponytail was standing behind not far from Dior, holding the work he had just completed.

A few strands of hair were sticking to the temples along with fine sweat. After the platypus was defeated, Al, who was quietly making cakes in the corner, looked at Dio proudly, his heroic face was full of fighting spirit like a fire!

"Being able to fight against two opponents at the same time is something I never thought of before!"

"My work, the dancer under the horizon!"

The orange-red sunset cake is topped with finely chopped almonds, and the bright orange cream is dotted with a flower carved from berries, blooming like stars on the top of the dune-shaped cake.

"Coincidentally, I also finished my work."

"Colorful fantasy castle!"

"Although I may not be as good as you in elf training, when it comes to pastry making, I won't lose to someone younger than me."

The trainer of the earth platform tortoise held his work with one hand, and the anxiety that the earth platform tortoise was defeated before was well concealed.

"I remember that the rules of the competition are works that have not been handed over to the referee...it doesn't count...is it?"

Dio's faint voice suddenly sounded.

(End of this chapter)