The Bizarre Adventure of the Elf

Chapter 315 Opening Scene [-]

"I really didn't expect that you would come to participate in this kind of competition, hahaha."

After the opening ceremony, Yu, who entered the battle field to look for Ling Wen, found Shang Zhi who was chatting with Dio, and caught Shang Zhi in one go.

"I haven't been in touch for several years, and I don't know where I went."

Feeling as if he had gotten used to it, Yu directly took off the hat on Shang Zhi's head and played with it in his hands.

"Does Yu know Shangzhi?"

Seeing Yuu's enthusiasm for Shangzhi, Dio really can't figure out where the two people can communicate.

Shang Zhi is an elf bard, I met him in Chapter 130. He is very accomplished in vocal music, which makes Dior unforgettable even now.

But because he slept so soundly that night, Dio has long forgotten Shangzhi's appearance, only the melody of the song lingers in his memory for a long time.

Yu is the young leader of the largest gangster in the Sinnoh area. He was attacked by hostile gangs when he was discussing business at Bell's house. It was Dio who rescued Yu.

Dio couldn't think of Yuu having any talents or hobbies other than elf fighting.

Even business talks are given to the people around him, and they go to the backyard to play by themselves.

"Of course, this guy is at the same age as me, and his elf is Roseredo."

Dior understands that, ten years ago, Qiguo’s radicals heard that there was an only child left without talent, and the alliance naturally wouldn’t do anything to a child under ten years old.

"The relationship between him and me is like that between you and Ling Wenjiang."

Yu continued to add something, and Dio immediately took two steps back in fright, looking at the inside of Shangzhi's cloak with suspicious eyes.

The biggest difference between Dior and Lingwen is gender.

Yuu is definitely male, there is no doubt about that...

Hisashi...

"It always feels like you're thinking something very rude."

A clear male voice came out of Shang Zhi's mouth, dispelling Dio's thoughts, and when he touched the harp lightly, pleasant notes jumped out from it.

"No, you read it wrong."

Denying Shang Zhi's words, Dio felt that such a thing should not happen.

"Shangzhi, you should be staying at the Elf Center, right? Would you like to come to my hotel? Let's have a good catch up tonight."

Putting the hat on Shang Zhi's head again, Yuu asked Shang Zhi in an undeniable tone.

"Ah."

He replied in a low voice, but there was no change on Shang Zhi's face.

"It's the same when you came to live in my house before. You're still too thin-skinned."

"By the way, Dior, where's Ling Wenjiang?"

Remembering what he came here for, Yu looked around for his target, but he couldn't see his sister anywhere.

"I left with Liang a long time ago."

"what?"

……

Lily of the Valley Conference, the second day of the opening, at [-]:[-] in the morning.

The sea breeze was unable to invade the battle field behind the huge arena wall. The sun above the head was not too hot, and the auditorium was already full of people.

According to the official calculation of the conference, the preliminaries will take one day, and the competitions will be played in four arenas at the same time.

Because there is no special reason for the venue, it only takes one minute to repair the venue with the help of the elves, so 1 games can be completed in one day.

"Dior, watch out, I will bring Menus to end the game within 5 minutes!"

Crete's game was the first in this division, so I got up early in the morning and went to the beach for training, saying that I wanted to keep the elf in shape.

"Well, I agree with you."

Dio gave Crete a thumbs up.

"Come on!"

"Ok!"

Crete, who was encouraged, felt that he could show [-]% of his strength now. After all, it was rare for Dior, who he would never be able to beat, to admit to himself.

Striding towards the entrance of the contestants, Crete has already thought about the scene of the decisive battle between Menus and Dior in the final.

"Hey, Dio, I feel like you still have something you haven't said to Brother Crete."

Liang leaned over to Dio's ear and asked, he always felt that something was wrong with Dio.

"That guy is such a stinky fart, Liang's flame chicken can defeat his Menus even if he is restrained."

Ling Wen always acted like he didn't like Crete.

"See for yourself."

He opened the tablet in his hand to the article of Crete's opponent, and handed it to Ling Wen and Liang.

"Pfft hahaha..."

When he saw Darkley, Ling Wen laughed outright, not caring about the strange looks from the people next to him.

"Darkley? An elf that only exists in legends, I really want to meet..."

Liang didn't worry too much about Crete.

Anyway, he will definitely not be able to enter the quarterfinals.

Crete's level is only at a middle level among these trainers, and it is the kind that is recognized by gym trainers through tactics.

Although being born in a big family has an inherent advantage, compared with those players who have experienced two or three years or even longer, the advantage of time is more powerful in the early stage.

"Audience, this is a blue field, and the captains are Crete players and Tuoren players."

The passionate voice of the commentator rang in the ears, and all the audience's eyes were focused on the field. The two contestants had just entered the field, and they all looked confident.

"I don't know what elves will be sent by the two sides?"

"The first elf always stands out!"

The commentary amplified by the microphone suppressed the cheers in the middle, and with the enthusiasm of thousands of spectators, the referee will wave down the flag in his hand.

"Please release the elves from both players."

"Then I am here with him."

Crete took out a poke ball from his pocket, pressed the switch on the top, restored the poke ball to its original size, and threw it high.

"Meinas, help me win this first game!"

"mum--"

Menus landed on the ground, and with the splash of water, he gently flapped his big fan-like tail on his back, like the noblest water spirit in the sea.

"Crete's side is actually Menus. He is so beautiful. He deserves to be called the most beautiful elf!"

The host's words made Krit even more proud, and he looked at Tuo Ren opposite him proudly.

"Humph!"

Tuoren, who was wearing a red shawl, didn't talk too much nonsense. He looked confidently at the poke ball in his hand. He knew that there was no one in this arena who could compete with him.

The red and white ball was spun and thrown, opened in the air and returned to Tuoren's hand.

As if nothing happened.

"What's going on, did Tuoren take the wrong elf?"

"No, a player who can get eight badges won't make that mistake."

"Could it be..."

Black shadows gradually gathered on the field, and finally formed a little elf full of negativity.

The turbid mist-like hair rolled behind him, and two giant black claws stood still on both sides, with black air constantly emerging from the inside of his body.

"Darkley!"

(End of this chapter)