The Bizarre Adventure of the Elf

Chapter 204 Shawarang, Win
(This chapter is Chapter [-], the title is wrong)
The dark clouds were still in the sky and refused to dissipate. After this blow, the raindrops gradually turned into a drizzle, and the soil mixed with the rain scattered and fell.

The snorkeling ferret had gradually lost control over the rain, and Shawarang, who narrowly escaped the blow, looked at the big pit in the small courtyard, his heart still beating faster because of the blow just now.

I just kicked out of the two-meter-diameter hole with all my strength, and the power of the snorkeling Itachi's kick is at least twice as strong as my own.

If he took this blow, he might have to lie down for a whole day.

This was the first time he faced this kind of elf that exceeded the standard he could deal with. In the past, the elf that Dior picked for him had never come out so exceeding the standard.

Then, after the opponent finishes attacking, it's your turn.

Before the soil scattered in the air hit the ground, Shawaran, who rushed into the deep pit, already knew the outcome of the match.

A snorkeling ferret that has lost all its strength is just a fish lying on a sticky board to be slaughtered.

Throw away the snorkeling ferret without any guilt, and then lift it out of the deep pit with a strong kick.

"Who won?"

From Hai Jing's perspective, it was impossible to see who was still standing in the hole made by the snorkeling ferret, and a little movement from Shawarang made Hai Jing alert.

The trainer's naked eyes couldn't capture the moving track of the elf, he only knew that the snorkeling ferret was hitting Shawaran, and Shawarang seemed to raise his leg to meet him.

It seemed that his snorkeling itachi had the upper hand in the final blow, but if it was the snorkeling itachi, he should have rushed out with a jet of water after the battle.

"Chaya!"

Shawarang's voice confirmed an impossible message in his heart.

Then, a big yellow mouse fell in front of him like a tattered leather jacket that had been discarded at will, losing the ability to fight.

Gamble all your energy for the last snorkeling itachi.

lost...

A slightly bitter feeling welled up in Hai Jing's heart, her hard work for more than three years was not as good as an elf who had been with a new trainer for less than half a year.

But after the bitterness is the pleasure of fighting such a determined Shawarang!
Only fist-to-flesh collisions are what I like!

"Your strength is actually so strong!"

Throwing Shawarang an affirmative look, Hai Jing put the snorkeling Itachi back into the ball.

It is not a shame to be defeated by others, as long as you admit your mistake this time, and fight back when you become stronger next time.

"Chaya."

Scratching his head pretending to be embarrassed, Shawarang also gave Hai Jing the same look.

"Dior, your Shawarang has won, do you want me to help take him to the doctor? There is a clinic on the island."

"So soon?"

Dio, holding a rice spoon, stuck his head out of the window, and he heard the crackling and crashing outside, and then the world was just cooking, and the battle was over.

Looking at the ground that seems to have been reclaimed outside, the snorkeling ferret has been taken back into the ball by Hai Jing, which can be seen from the elf ball in his hand.

But why does his own cub tie his hands in knots?

"Watermelon, what are you doing...won't it break again?"

Thinking of a possibility, Dior's face darkened.

Although this is the first time that Savillon has knotted his hands, Dio also knows that Savillon only does this when he can't use his hands.

He took out a ball from his waist and hit Shawarang on the head, and Shawarang, surrounded by red light, returned to the ball.

"Then trouble you to take him to the hospital."

"You're welcome."

"Do you need to bring breakfast?"

"So fast? Then take it."

After receiving a breakfast and milk from Dior, Hai Jing just went to pick up Shawarang's elf ball when three people came outside the small courtyard.

Although the size of the island is small, the battle between Shawarang and the snorkeling Itachi was even shorter. The time since the snorkeling Itachi used it to pray for rain did not exceed 5 minutes. The three people who came down from the mountain naturally I also didn't see any fighting process.

"Hai Long, good morning."

"Brother Hailong, good morning."

"Master Art, Crete, Dad, good morning."

Hai Jing, who did not expect that Yate and her father would come, stood upright and greeted the three of them.

Yate has always appeared in front of the Sea Dragon Group in a way that he cares about his subordinates, and the facts have proved that his concern for his subordinates is not fake.

The Sea Dragon Corps has always belonged to Yate's most loyal army, and because the Sea Dragon Corps is the most loyal army, Yate also gave them his trust without reservation.

The dirty work is almost done by the Sea Dragon Group. Many times when they served as escorts for the scene, the Sea Dragon Group has seen the true face of Yate.

Just like many people have a wild beast in their hearts, Yate's fighting style is the most violent kind of fighting. Not only can he be ruthless to the enemy, but he can also be ruthless to himself.

Hai Jing had seen Yate cut off his own arm with a knife, and asked Hai Long calmly to heal his arm before putting it back on.

"Is your battle over?"

Hai Long asked the question that the other two wanted to ask.

"Well, it's over, I lost."

"What? Even the weakest snorkeling ferret... well, that snorkeling ferret is really weak."

Although he was surprised at first, Hai Long calmed down immediately. Hai Long, who has become a quasi-king trainer, doesn't have much idea about elves at that level. From his current point of view, even if the attributes are restrained, None of the elves with similar levels dared to say that they would definitely win.

"Wait, your command..."

"Father, I'm going to take two elves to the clinic for treatment."

"Talk while you walk!"

"It hurts, don't pull your ears..."

Under Yate's gaze, Hai Long grabbed his son's ears and walked towards the hospital on the island.

Facing the scene, the father and son, who had long been used to it, smiled and looked at the distance between the two, and then turned their eyes back to the small courtyard with potholes.

"Krit, look at this, you were right in not challenging him yesterday afternoon."

"It's absolutely impossible for that fat shark to do this!"

Crete, who had seen the round land shark yesterday, is very confident in the strength of the round land shark. As long as he challenges the round land shark, Menus can definitely crush it!

Art smiled and touched his son's hair, smelling a little fragrance in the air.

The sky has completely cleared, without the call of the snorkeling ferret, the begging for rain should naturally disperse.

"However, the scent is quite pleasant. I remember that Hai Jing doesn't have such good cooking skills."

"It's that annoying ghost, he can cook, and he used to tempt elves with snacks when he was in school."

Without refuting his father's words, Crete also missed Dior's breakfast very much.

"So, would you mind adding two more breakfasts?"

"no problem."

(End of this chapter)