The fifth king of the elves

Chapter 1034 1034. The Winning Streak Begins

Nie Zi's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's chests with tightness.

The voices of the high-level executives who thought Luther's bad performance was a joke just now were a little trembling.

"Impossible. He wants to win a hundred consecutive victories. Does he have that strength?"

As if cheered up by these words, everyone who was worried about Luther occupying the record unexpectedly let out a sigh of relief.

"There are so many powerful trainers in the championship, Luther is nothing to worry about."

"It's easy to lose. He has good acting skills. We can't directly sanction him. It's not easy for him to win. After all, the opponent doesn't act, so he can only win by strength."

"I agree. There are so many excellent trainers in Galar, and we have accumulated a lot of talents over the years. Luther wants to win a hundred consecutive victories. The first one to break the record depends on whether Emperor Dan agrees."

"Dandi has now won more than 50 big games in a row, and also maintained an unbeaten record in small games. Luther wants to surpass, how easy is it?"

Nie Zi's status prevented him from being as optimistic as the senior executives in front of him. Seeing that they decided to wait and see for a few days, he left the Propaganda Department without saying a word.

Before leaving, he asked Arden from the video picture group to leave all the videos of Luther in the past three days.

Walking out of the alliance headquarters building in Gongmen City, looking up at the dark night sky, Nie Zi fell into a brief daze.

He has an extremely bad premonition, this premonition is like a shadow that is constantly spreading, weaving a dark night, covering himself, and even... the Galar Championship.

Several high-level officials who visited today are still optimistic that Luther's winning streak is a joke.

Although they notified the rest of the senior management, there was no trace of nervousness in their tone, and they didn't take Luther's behavior seriously at all.

But Nie Zi was different. His rich battle experience made him judge from the traces of Luther's battle that Luther was by no means a rookie.

And this idea was also approved by Mary.

Without hanging up the phone, Mary listened to the second half of the conversation just now.

Sitting in front of the screen searching for Luther's information, she also saw the content of Luther's battle, but it was during the Lily of the Valley Conference.

"Brother, he and his Hei Lujia are very strong."

Marie rarely takes the initiative to praise someone, her emotional expression is not intense, most of the time it is like an ice cube.

Apart from Emperor Dan and himself, this is the first time Nie Zi has heard Ma Li praise someone so much in a long time.

With an old body comparable to the young and middle-aged elves in their prime, relying on their outstanding willpower to defeat each opponent, how terrifying would such a Heluga be in his heyday?
The more Mary watched, the more frightened she became. Such a person would lose a hundred games in a row?

For such a person, the higher-ups would think that he is incapable of winning back?
Ma Li's words made Nie Zi's heart sink.

All their knowledge of Luther's power comes from the video three years ago.

However, Luther has not participated in any official competition since the Lily of the Valley Conference, leaving no data or video references.

In the past three years, no one knows how strong he has become.

The high-level optimism is undoubtedly based on the basis that "No matter how strong Luther is, he is not as strong as Sirona. If he is stronger than Sirona, he is the champion."

Their self-confidence is based on "there are so many excellent trainers in the championship, if it really gets out of hand, Dandi will wipe his ass".

But these two, are there really no errors?
"Mary, if you have time, squat down on the online live broadcast, find Luther's number, and track his games. I always have a bad feeling."

The official battle software can see some recent game data, so Luther's opponents will always show a smile that cannot be concealed after a short period of sluggishness.

Losing a hundred games in a row, what a rewarding boy this is, and it's so heart-warming.

The same is true of Luther's opponents today.

During the handshake stage of the pre-match etiquette with Luther, he couldn't help laughing, and pretended to comfort Luther with a few words of kindness.

"It doesn't matter if your strength is poor, just work hard."

"Heaven rewards hard work."

In short, it sounds like an old poisonous chicken soup player.

Luther shrugged helplessly as he looked at the red-haired guy who had dyed his auburn hair before the match started.

Luther just told him with pity: "Unfortunately, you didn't match me two days ago."

"Lotto suddenly received a message that he is unable to take charge of the game. Please wait for the arrival of the new referee, Lotto."

Just when Luther took out the poke ball and the audience was getting emotional, Rotom suddenly suspended the game.

Change referee?

Why should it be replaced?

The audience looked at each other in blank dismay, but there was a smile that couldn't be hidden at the corner of Luther's mouth.

A few minutes later, an old referee arrived at the scene. After shaking hands with Luther and Hongmao, he stood at the referee's seat on the battlefield.

"It seems that the Galar Alliance has noticed it, and it's not in vain that I have such a good time." Luther threw the poke ball in his hand and smiled, "Unfortunately, I don't plan to act today. I have already obtained the loser's achievement, and I should win next."

While the referee was counting down, Luther and Hongmao dropped their elf balls at the same time.

After Hongmao's own coal turtle appeared on the stage, he was stunned for a moment when he saw the black smoke floating from the Luther elf ball.

It was the first time he had seen such an elf.

He saw that the spectators watching the battle had dull expressions, and some looked horrified at the black elf floating in the air.

"Darkley..."

I don't know if the name was spoken, and restlessness spread in the crowd.

Because of the high frequency of Luther's games, many of the people present knew Luther, the losing streak brother.

When they saw Luther today, they originally planned to cheer for Luther, hoping that he could win a victory and not be so aggrieved by losing all the time, but after seeing Darkley, they only looked at Luther strangely.

Can a trainer with Darkley lose a hundred games in a row?

Am I crazy or is the world crazy?

Or is Darkrai crazy?

He actually recognized such a person as his trainer?
Some people were jealous, some were puzzled, some were angry, all kinds of feelings were intertwined, and everyone looked at Luther in the wrong way.

After all, some people's sympathy comes from the charity of those who think they are strong, or the pity of those who stand on the shore for struggling in the water.

The referee on duty was also dumbfounded.

He was ordered by the top executives of the league to come to enforce the game.

This kind of fish egg level matchup Rotom is completely competent, and I don't understand why it must be enforced manually.

After seeing Darkrai, he quickly realized that this game was the first time that the legendary elf appeared since Galar started.

Realizing this, his hands even trembled a little with excitement.

Luther yawned, and told Darkley: "Remember what I said last night, I need to record, this game will start with solving a single battle the fastest."

Darkley nodded slightly, his gaze firmly locked on the coal turtle.

The coal tortoise couldn't help taking a step back from being stared at by Darkley's eyes, and his body became a little stiff due to the terrifying pressure.

"The first attack is Luther, and the game begins."

"boom!"

There was a bang following the end of the referee's speech, and then the dust settled.

The red hair looked at the place where the coal tortoise was originally standing, and there was nothing there.

Looking back stiffly, the coal turtle and the wall have been glued together, and gravel falls from the cracked wall from time to time.

"Have you not announced the result yet, what are you waiting for?"

Luther's dissatisfied words woke up the sluggish referee, and with the help of the assistant referee Kong Pao Rotom, the referee announced the news that Darkley had won.

What happened in that instant?
The referee didn't see it, and neither did the audience.

From their point of view, there seemed to be two Darkleys on the field, one was floating in place, and the other appeared in front of the coal turtle, patted the coal turtle lightly, and then the coal turtle took off.

"I asked Rotom to announce the time when Darkley and the Coal Turtle came into contact just now." Luther raised his hand and looked at the referee. "I think this will be the shortest round of this competition. For the record, it must be rigorous."

The referee nodded blankly, approving Luther's appeal.

"[-] seconds." Airborne Rotom replied after checking the video that flashed in front of him.

This astonishing data caused an uproar in the audience.

"Tsk, no, Darkley, can you hurry up?" Luther said, "Otherwise Mary Luli will laugh at you."

Darkley's blue eyes flickered, as if a flame was jumping inside.

Zhan Wulang, who had just been put on the field, just heard the start of the game, and before Hongmao, who was planning to attack, had time to call out the name of the skill, he found Zhan Wulang lying limply on the ground.

"Apply to understand the game data." Luther raised his hand again.

"[-] seconds."

Rao, who was the referee on duty with rich experience in law enforcement, was also dumbfounded at the moment, allowing Luther to dominate the game.

And Hong Mao had completely collapsed, he mechanically took Zhan Wulang away, and threw out the third elf toucan.

Because the red hair had no experience in battle before, Luther did not kill him in seconds this time, but let the toucan release a triangular attack like a tickle.

Darkley waved his hand lightly as if brushing off dust, and the toucan screamed and was sent flying by the shadow ball.

This made Luther's kindness look extraordinarily cruel, so that all the audience present felt that Red Hair was very miserable.

The total time of the three games was five seconds one-two.

If Luther also pursued the ultimate speed in the last game, then this statistic would be even more terrifying.

When shaking hands with Hongmao after the game, Luther said with a smile: "Don't be discouraged, God rewards hard work."

Then he strode away from the arena and rushed to the next arena.

Mary, who had been searching for Luther's battle information in Spike Town, soon saw the series of rapidly increasing victories after Luther's number.

And the speed is even faster than when losing the game.

"Brother, your hypothesis is about to come true."

"It seems that it is more difficult to play a role than not to play it. Now he is so scary."

(End of this chapter)