The fifth king of the elves

Chapter 1096
When someone dismisses you as worthless, the best way to respond is to speak with strength.

Misaki knew this very well, she really wanted to hold back her desire to express, but the anxiety and anger welling up from the depths of her soul made her unable to keep calm.

Restraint has reached a critical point, and with Luther's sentence that you are not worthy, Misaki yelled: "I just hate people like you who think they know everything."

The moment the new battle field was raised, Misaki threw her Poké Ball into the field.

That vigorous expression seemed to want to turn all the powerlessness he felt hit by Luther's words into strength and return it back.

"Charizard, help me get the game back!"

"No elf can help you win the game back, that's what I said!"

Luther also threw Mary Luli and continued to fight the Charizard.

Misaki gritted her teeth tightly, she didn't want to fall into the attrition war of long-range strikes just now, the dragon's breath bet that paralysis would take too long to lay the groundwork, she couldn't afford to wait now!

To win Luther quickly and return all the humiliation suffered, this is what Misaki wants to do.

"Dance of the Dragon!"

Want to influence the battle situation through strengthening?

Have you ever respected your Mary Luli?
"Even if you don't have dragon attributes, I'll kill you today, and I'll hit you in the face with the Frozen Fist!"

The appearance of Mary Luli running like a fire-breathing dragon was so shocking that the audience felt that there was something wrong with their eyes.

The real deal, a punch the size of a sandbag.

This is an unpretentious punch that does not require any skills, pure strength, pure ice power.

The overbearing force caused the fire-breathing dragon, who was not prepared for any stable footing, to slightly vacate and fall backwards.

The fire-breathing dragon with staring eyes can no longer focus its eyes, and everything it sees is a double image.

It seems that with this punch, everything in the world has learned to be a shadow clone.

"Fly!"

Misaki's hoarse voice made the fire-breathing dragon regain consciousness immediately, and he flapped his wings, preparing to leave the effective attack range of Mari Luli.

However, the fire-breathing dragon that was about to leave the ground suddenly felt that its tail became extremely heavy

The exclamation in the audience is enough to show how spectacular the scene is at this time.

The fire-breathing dragon tried its best to fly, and Mary Luli grabbed half of its tail very easily.

No matter how hard the fire-breathing dragon tried, half of his tail was like an anchor stuck in the sea rock, motionless.

Knowing that this game was very exciting, both Acerola and Sigana released their elves to learn and observe.

Seeing this scene, the scaled dragon who had been learning from Mari Luli suddenly remembered the scene when Mari Luli taught him.

This teaching is obviously more meaningful, after all, the sandbag is not his own.

"Come down you!"

Mary Luli yelled at the fire-breathing dragon, as if playing with a large doll, and swung it hard, the body of the fire-breathing dragon was thrown out of a semicircle by the strange force, and hit the hard battle field heavily.

A look of shock gradually appeared on Mary's cold face.

Nie Zi and Lu Lina were not much better either.

"Did Caidou be zero-sealed by such a monster?"

Lulina swallowed her saliva. Just now she was thinking about whether she should try to raise a Mari Luli herself, but now this idea has been completely extinguished.

Even if he practiced, would he really be able to cultivate such an unreasonable super fighter?
A fire-breathing dragon was flying upwards with all its strength, but it couldn't get rid of her hands. Mary Luli could toss the fire-breathing dragon as much as she wanted, and the fire-breathing dragon couldn't resist at all...

Nie Zi looked at Emperor Dan in the VIP seat on the other side.

Dandi's expression is not calm at the moment, it's complex, it seems to be the same as his own feelings.

Ever since Misaki had an argument with Luther when the field was changed at halftime, Misaki's performance was not right.

In the confrontation between the Charizard and Mari Luli just now, Misaki was so afraid of Mari Luli before that she should have maintained a steady and steady approach, but she was uncharacteristically letting the Charizard take risks to strengthen herself, trying to quickly decide the winner.

Although the defeat of the long-haired troll has made many people feel that Misaki has no hope of winning, it is not that Misaki has the opportunity to play a brilliant performance to win everyone's respect.

Without communication or comfort, Misaki took back the fallen fire-breathing dragon stiffly and mechanically, and immediately dispatched her fifth elf of the day, the Shield Sword Monster.

As Luther predicted, it was still not the group of elves who accompanied Misaki back then.

Without even thinking about it, Luther decided to fight against the attributes and sent Xanadu.

"I'm not stopping you from using Gigantic, just use it if you want."

This sentence fell on Misaki's ears like pity, she clenched her teeth, her face was livid.

"I don't need you to pity me, don't you just want to say that my hope of turning over is pinned on external forces?" Misaki laughed, "I don't, even if I don't have great energy, so what, I can do it."

Xanadu and Luther shook their heads in tacit understanding. In their eyes, Misaki has completely lost his mind now.

Luther didn't feel sorry for Misaki, she was responsible for all of this.

No one forced her, she chose it herself.

If it wasn't for Sirona's greeting before, and if he didn't let himself hit too hard, he would have made Misaki collapse on the spot.

He can hold the microphone and talk to Misaki directly, so that everyone knows why he is so annoyed.

"Holy Sword!"

"Break through his holy sword skills, and send him off with a strong mind!"

Attribute restraint can also speak so well, if it is someone else, everyone may think it is a joke.

Yet when it was Luther who said it, everyone was convinced that it would come true.

Today, Luther tore up the attribute restraint table and stuffed it into Misaki's mouth, so that she could see clearly how to fight elves and how to cultivate elves!

The bright light released by the holy sword skill in mid-air was cut by an invisible sharp blade, as if there were countless silk threads cutting back and forth in the skill, and the "holy sword" condensed into a solid body was actually fragmented.

Many people were dumbfounded that the mighty holy sword skill was so vulnerable.

No one knew what happened in the arena, and it was similar to most of the games Shanaido played before, and incomprehensible things happened again.

Everyone just saw the sword-shield monster tremble violently a few times floating in mid-air, and the sword-shield monster "slapped" to the ground, no matter how much Misaki shouted, it was useless.

From the first perspective of Rotom in the aerial shot, it is obvious that the sword monster has lost the ability to fight.

Nazi and Cattleya on the other side of the screen, as well as Poplar and Peter on the scene, knew exactly what happened.

Xanadu's battle mode has become the simplest and most brutal mental power battle. If you can't surpass her in the understanding of a certain attribute power and use your tyrannical strength to drag her back to the head-on confrontation, then she is a big devil.

Because you can't guard against the sudden attack of mental power, you can only vent your anger in the air.

It's really not difficult to crack the method. Xanadu didn't have such terrible dominance in the internal competition of Qidao, but in the huge fish pond of Galar, she really did whatever she wanted.

After losing the aluminum steel dragon, the long-haired troll, the fire-breathing dragon, the sword monster, and the flame chicken, Misaki is left with only the last normal elf.

Dandi has already left the VIP seats, he is going to wait for Misaki in the exit channel of the contestants.

It's hard to imagine how much this game will hit Misaki. As a master, he must be present.

In fact, as a master, Dandi also hopes that Misaki can cheer up and try to use the last elf to play a wonderful game. However, as a senior trainer, he knows very well that Misaki can't do it now.

She has been immersed in negative emotions and cannot extricate herself.

"Bangiras, save this game." Misaki's voice trembled when she said this.

This feeling of a little bit of failure tortured her spirit, and the heavy pressure made her breathless.

She doesn't understand and doesn't understand.

Is there really such a big gap between her and Luther?

In the past three years, I have not stopped for a moment, looking for new elves, incorporating them into the team, and training hard, so that each of them can be unique.

Dandi unreservedly helped her reshape from the basics, enabling her to grow more systematically.

She traveled around and was invincible, and few people could resist her offensive.

Misaki felt that she had succeeded, she was finally not a supporting role back then, a small role that would be easily ignored when people discussed it.

She has already grasped the light that belongs to her on the stage, and as long as the championship is over, she will jump up and become the undisputed outstanding trainer in the Galar region.

However, the dark cloud suddenly appeared, and Luther waved his hand lightly, and she was patted on the ground like dust floating under the light.

why are you again
Why is it still you!

Why should I lose to you again!
"I don't believe the gap between us is that big, I don't believe it!"

Misaki, who was gradually closing herself off, trembled as she pointed at Luther.

Darkley's cold gaze made her break out in cold sweat.

Outsiders couldn't detect it, only those standing near the battlefield could feel it. Ever since Darkley appeared on the stage, he felt uncomfortable and felt palpitations for no reason.

As soon as Darkley appeared on the stage, he recognized that Bankiras in front of him was the opponent who made him embarrassed back then, but he didn't care.

Compared with hell-level special training, what is Bankiras?

For three years, Darkley moved forward all the way, following Luther in pursuit of the highest peak of power that he most desired back then.

This is like an endless road. Every time Darkley is complacent about his achievements, Luther will use more subtle special training methods to make him understand that his current achievements are far from enough.

The addition of the champion kings made Darkley see the possibility that he was still pregnant.

In the past, the sea was difficult, even if everyone was making progress, Darkley didn't think that Bankiras could be as good as himself.

Bankiras, the only elf in the old lineup that Misaki didn't abandon.

At this moment, this classic duel that has been re-enacted against the standard since the promotion, finally found a trace of the flavor of the year in the battle level, but it was only on the surface.

"Bangiras forced Darkrai to fight melee, and I don't know what will happen now."

"It's been so many years, Luther's other elves are so strong, it's really hard to imagine how much Darkrai will grow."

"Based on today's performance, I don't think Bankiras can win. It would be embarrassing if Misaki lost all of them."

"After all, it's six to zero, so I can do it, right?"

At this stage of the game, the situation is quite clear. The only question is whether Bankiras can help Misaki break the fate of being shaved.

"Bangiras, Jansa!"

Misaki looked at Darkley as if she had traveled back to three years ago, and she had an illusion in a trance.

For three years, I have been trapped on the field of the lily of the valley tournament, never leaving.

As time goes by, Darkley has already been reborn.

Luther will now use the cruelest method to make everyone realize how big the gap between their former rivals can be in three years.

"Dark hole."

Misaki hurriedly ordered: "Dig a hole to hide."

"Is it too late?" Luther said.

Misaki watched the huge Bankiras being enveloped by a huge black ball of light, feeling a little dazed.

Bankiras had a ferocious expression, and it could be seen that he was trying to stay awake. In order to achieve this goal, he scratched the ground of the battle field with his strong hands, picked up a stone and hit himself on the cheek.

Such a ruthless method could not help him escape from drowsiness, when the mountain-like figure fell to the ground little by little, made a bang, and hit the ground, Misaki's consciousness completely moved away from her body.

Her last thought was: "Why so fast."

The dark holes released by Darkley now don't give chances. They are highly concealed, fast, and have a high hit rate. Even against troublesome opponents like Dream Demons, Darkley can still use the method of mass shooting dark holes to suppress the opponent.

Gone are the days when you could avoid dark holes by digging holes, not to mention that the current digging speed of Bankiras may not be as good as its own Boscodora.

"Darkley, show them your wave of evil, and let Misaki take a good look at what a gap is."

Without accumulating power, without pausing, Darkrai casually shot two jets of black light from his hands.

While controlling the wave of evil in his hand to sweep back and forth on the battlefield like a plow, Darkrai shot out the same skills around his body like fireworks.

The wave shield of evil has long been practiced in special training and actual combat. Bankiras wants to fight Darkrai desperately?

Now he is also disqualified.

"It's over."

Following Luther's order, Darkrai rose into the air, and waves of evil burst out, like a warship firing a salvo of light cannons.

The pitch-black light beams fell to the ground, lifted the stones of the battlefield, rolled up the soil, and swept the surroundings with howling winds.

Luther's collar was blown, and Miaomiao, who was lying there, reached for his hands and tightened the collar to prevent the wind and sand from running in, but he ate a mouthful of sand.

Bankiras didn't fall down, and his strong physical fitness allowed him to wake up from the nightmare after being hit by such a violent attack.

But his crumbling body showed the fact that he was vulnerable.

Bankiras walked towards Darkley step by step, turning his head from time to time, paying attention to Misaki's movements.

Darkrai didn't attack Bankiras, he just watched silently.

After looking back several times but failing to find the light in his trainer's eyes, Bankiras let out a long roar, his body trembling in severe pain after being set on fire.

He gave up waiting for Misaki, and swung a palm with his own determination at Darkrai, with great momentum and nowhere to go.

"Snapped."

Darkley's hand also waved lightly, without any attribute power, but with ingenuity, he deflected Bankiras' blow.

This is the experience gained from special training, and it is the satisfaction gained from the persistence in honing one's skills to the extreme in order to save energy.

Luther told his elves a long time ago that if you want to get something, you need to exchange it with the corresponding thing.

Darkley liked this sentence very much, he practiced it personally, and exchanged time and hard work for what he longed for.

Looking at the resigned and helpless Bankiras who was falling down little by little in front of him.

Seeing his amazing perseverance to struggle to get up even when he fell down.

Darkrai is very glad that he chose Luther back then instead of a trainer like Misaki.

Luther's promise to him has been implemented to this day and has never wavered.

Maybe that's why he stayed with Luther inexplicably.

Bankiras is a respectable opponent, but it's a pity that he is no longer suitable to be his opponent.

Darkrai and Bankiras are already elves of two worlds.

"Bangiras lost the ability to fight, Darkrai won."

On the electronic screen, under Misaki's avatar, there was only the last illuminated elf, the flame chicken.

Luther, who took back Darkley, released the Dream Demon again, preparing to use the final blow to end the game.

Misaki, who seemed to be a walking dead, numbly threw the poke ball, her eyes couldn't see the light, and she kept muttering something in her mouth.

Misaki also gave up the remaining resistance of the sleeping flame chicken. After the dream monster's shadow ball successfully hit and flew out of the field with the flame chicken, the referee team stepped forward to confirm the final result of the game.

"The flame chicken lost the ability to fight, and player Misaki lost all six elves, so the winner of this battle is player Luther!"

(End of this chapter)