The fifth king of the elves

Chapter 678 678. A sweater

"It's funny?" Luther stared at Guzma and asked.

"Isn't it funny enough that you're going to sleep out in the open in such embarrassment that you have to share your breakfast on a plate?"

Guzma was very satisfied with the embarrassment of Luther and his party. His men suffered two big losses in a row, and the Skeleton team was blown up by one person, which made them a joke.

Since Luther can make others laugh at him, he has to return this feeling of humiliation so that Luther can feel it too.

They didn't snatch the elves, and they didn't take the initiative to attack people. As for the destruction of the camp, it was the work of elves who didn't know where they came from, and it had nothing to do with the skeleton team.

No matter from which angle you look at it, the police can't do anything to them.

Guzma is different from the group of mindless people under him. He knows where the boundaries are. As long as he doesn't take the initiative to cross them, even if there are occasional borderlines, he can only be warned and dealt with.

"You let the elves destroy our camp?"

Luther rubbed his fingers constantly, his voice was calm.

"Don't talk nonsense. Can anyone prove that we destroyed your camp?" Guzma turned to look at the other members of the Skeleton Squad and asked, "Did you make a move?"

"no!"

After the members of the Skeleton team answered in unison, Guzma said sarcastically: "Look, this has nothing to do with us at all. You can't just say that we did it just because we passed by. It's not appropriate to see people with colored glasses."

"You are lying, I clearly saw you releasing armored warriors to destroy our camp!" the student of Xizhu shouted angrily.

"Where's the evidence?" Guzma raised the corner of his mouth, "Who will prove it for you? If you say yes, then we have more people here, and we say no!"

Seeing the student who breathed bamboo, he wanted to retaliate, but Luther held him down.

There is no need to entangle with Guzma. No matter how much you shout, he will only play the rogue to the extreme, and in the end it will only make himself more angry.

"So, it was the armored warrior who broke my backpack?" Luther took out a loose sweater from his pocket.

"Then this armored warrior is pretty good. I'll subdue him later and vent my anger on you? By the way, I haven't asked what your kid's name is. I've bullied members of our Skeleton team twice, so I must know your name."

"Luther." After the introduction, Luther stretched out the sweater in his hand towards Guzma, "I will pay for the things in the camp. As for this sweater..."

"You can't afford to pay for this sweater, not all of you put together..."

"So if you're out of your mind, why should we pay compensation?" Guzma said.

Luther carefully put the sweater back into a bag, stood up, and looked directly at Guzma.

Guzma was terrified by Luther's eyes, and he clearly didn't seem to have any emotional fluctuations, and his eyes were calm, but he felt that disaster was imminent for no reason.

"Guzma, fight the elves with me." Luther yelled, "Aren't you called the undefeated emperor, what an arrogant name, none of the few I know have the courage to call themselves that."

"Ming people don't talk dark words. I know why you came here. If you want to fight, don't hide it. Let me see what qualifications you have to be called an undefeated emperor."

"Luther from Sinnoh Island challenges you!" Luther raised the poke ball and pointed it at Guzma. "As far as I know, armored warriors are called cowards before they evolve."

"Guzma, are you a coward or an armored fighter?"

Although Luther was smiling when he spoke, his tone was frighteningly cold.

His appearance made Xizhu's students feel a little strange all of a sudden.

In their view, Luther is a guy who eats and sleeps every day, goes out to play around, and is too lazy to move when he comes back.

The defeat of the Skeleton team last time allowed them to see Luther's strength, but Luther at that time was not like he is now, exuding the aura that no strangers should enter.

Like a monster that opened its bloody mouth wide and devoured people, now he bared his fangs and faced Guzma directly.

Guzma looked dignified. He dared to be so arrogant because he was sure that at the same level, he was fully capable of crushing his opponent.

But now the aura exuded by Luther made him a little shaken.

Guzma always felt that the people in front of him looked down on him from above. If he didn't destroy the camp or ruin his sweater, he would only deal with himself in the same way as his subordinates.

Rather than a formal duel like now.

What went wrong?

He ruined the camp by himself, causing his commission to have an accident, so he should be fined?
So he is a profiteer?

This kind of can't be so excited about a sweater, can it?Not so.

In any case, Guzma doesn't like the feeling of being overlooked and underestimated. He has always treated others like this!
Although he was a little uneasy in his heart, Luther successfully angered him, and he wanted to teach Luther a lesson, making him understand that it is useless to have momentum alone.

"Okay, I'm going to continue the game, how do you want to play?" Guzma waved his hand to signal his men to back off, so as to make enough room for the battle.

"The match is six vs. six. Since you are called the undefeated emperor, you should have six elves, right?"

"It's not suitable here, let's go to the beach." Luther said, "There are beaches and seas, so I have no worries about fighting like this."

Guzma did not object to Luther's proposal, and they came to the beach where they met Menus before.

Stepping on the soft sand, Guzma laughed straight away. He thought Luther was stupid, and gave him such a venue suitable for his fighting style.

"Before the battle starts, I want to say something insignificant." Luther weighed the poke ball in his hand and threw it out.

Hei Lujia did not howl, nor did he show his teeth threateningly. Instead, he stepped on the sand a few times and looked at Guzma coldly.

Underestimating that Luther gave himself the advantage of choosing to fight the elves in the first battle, Guzma couldn't help laughing.

"Oh, what are you trying to say?"

"I haven't worn that sweater yet, it's brand new." Luther said, "My wife knitted it for me."

"Please enjoy this game." Luther showed his white teeth, but his smile was extremely permeating.

Matching Luther's expression, Hei Lujia also showed his sharp teeth.

Guzma has already noticed something wrong. One of the biggest reasons why he is called the undefeated emperor is because he rarely participates in games that he is easy to lose.

In his opinion, there is no point in taking No.2. He hates No.2, just like he hates the traditional, hot-blooded Kukui who opens his mouth and shuts his mouth.

Until this moment, his experience told him that he was really not sure of winning this game.

However, he was too complacent beforehand, so that he had already said his words to death. At this moment, his subordinates were watching him from behind, expecting that as the boss, he would take down Luther, who had made them ashamed.

Guzma has no choice but to bite the bullet and go!

(End of this chapter)