I'll know if this elf is good or not

Killua seems to be tired of the current way of fighting.

Countless “letters” began to spin wildly at a specific frequency, gradually converging at the center into a black energy sphere.

The residual energy was only a fraction of what it was released, yet it was enough to cause the surrounding area to collapse, with dark energy surging out like a torrent.

The giant rocks floating in the void around them silently decomposed into the most basic particles the moment they came into contact with the aura.

The next second, Copy Killua unleashed the power of the Unknown Totem without reservation.

A torrent of pitch-black energy erupted from the central sphere. It wasn't a beam of light, but a tidal wave that devoured everything in its path, causing even space itself to groan and distort. Most deadly of all, this pure destructive energy was also mixed with a mental storm capable of directly impacting the soul.

Su Bai glanced at the three people on the Plum Rumble behind him; they were still some distance away.

'Hmm...we should be able to stop them.'

He turned his head, said nothing unnecessary, and simply used his wrist to transmit his will, power, and belief to his spirit.

The four Dynamax Pokémon in front of him roared at the same time!

Dynamax Aggron transformed its body into the strongest steel barrier, standing at the forefront; Dynamax Masked Meowth created a vast "Dynamax Meadow" composed of thorns and giant trees; Gigantamax Meowth lay prone on the ground and used the Gigantamax move "G-Max Coin" as a third layer of protection; finally, Saifurge waved his hand, summoning a gold rush that coated all the defensive moves with a layer of gold paint.

The pitch-black torrent collided violently with the barrier!

Sound lost its meaning at that moment. The golden coin barrier was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks upon contact, and the steel barrier of Bosscodora was also repeatedly struck by the energy; the dense forest of giant trees was vaporized and annihilated in large swaths.

Although the combined efforts of many elves barely withstood most of the physical impact, the invisible mental storm penetrated the defenses.

The elves were alright, but Su Bai, being a mortal, couldn't help but have warm liquid welling up from his nasal cavity, sliding down his philtrum to his lips, carrying a faint metallic taste.

Even so, his expression remained unchanged.

With piercing eyes, he stared intently at Copy Killua opposite him, piercing through the raging energy aftershocks.

"Can you still stand?"

The voice of Copy Killua seemed to drift from afar, as if it were transmitted directly into his mind, cold yet carrying a hint of vengeful pleasure.

Su Bai spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm: "You seem to care a lot about the title 'fake person'?"

"The ramblings of a mediocre person..."

"Doesn't your outburst just prove that my argument hit your sore spot? Let me guess, is it because your foundation is inherently false, or borrowed, like a rootless duckweed, that you're so eager to prove yourself?"

"You seem to really enjoy being verbally agile..." Copy Killua's expression was cold.

Su Bai remained silent, only staring at the other person with an infuriating expression.

He's too lazy to waste words when facing someone weaker than himself, or in a formal battle. After all, he's energy-saving, so once he opens his mouth, his purpose is clear: to break the opponent's defenses and find an opening.

Clearly, the guy on the other side who claimed to be a god didn't quite understand the wickedness of human nature.

“I have witnessed the ignorance and inaction of humanity, which perfectly justifies my replacement. I too possess the authority that only gods can touch! Why can’t I transcend that cowardly ‘archetype’? I am the ‘real’!”

“Seeing and controlling are two different things.” Su Bai’s voice carried a barely perceptible hint of mockery. “Even if a frog escapes the confines of the well, it is still a frog and will never become an eagle. Is it possible that what you have now is just something the other party happens to want to give you? Using you to pave the way for them in a different direction?”

"you--!"

Copy Killua's expression was uncertain. Just as he was about to say something more, several disheveled and unkempt merchant guild officers crawled over from behind him, pleading, "My lord... my lord! Please, stop!"

"If this continues, this space will completely collapse! We'll all die! Even if we complete the mission, we won't be able to get out alive!"

Copy Killua glanced at the group and said calmly, "You still don't believe in the power of God? The power of time is so great that even if you die here, I will resurrect you afterwards. What you need to do now is to eliminate this scoundrel's accomplices as well."

“That’s true…” The members of the Wandering Merchant Guild exchanged glances. But what kind of devout believers were they? They were merchants, and they had only recently converted to Christianity. How could they overcome the fear of death in such a short time? Even if they had seen the methods of the copycat Killua before, it wouldn’t work. After all, the fear of death is a biological instinct.

"Come with me!" In the end, Mo Fei stepped forward, gritted his teeth, and waved to the crowd. "Go after those escapees! Don't interfere with the divine messenger's performance!"

But before leaving, Mo Fei couldn't help but glance at Copy Killua: "My Lord, I hope you won't let us down."

Copy Killua did not respond to him, or rather, he was too preoccupied to pay attention at that moment, as he needed to intercept Su Bai's attack.

Just as Mo Fei and the others were taking action, Su Bai unleashed his trump card: Stinky Mud and Dust Mountain.

Pursued by various stink bombs and sludge, Mo Fei and the others felt as if their parents hadn't given them two more legs. Under the cover of the copy of Killua, they still lost a few people before escaping. They secretly sighed, thinking that it was fortunate that their side of the divine messengers was strong enough, otherwise, they would have really been defeated today if they were to face Su Bai alone.

……

Watching the departing figures of the wandering merchants, Su Bai clicked his tongue but didn't dwell on it, because the real Killua was clever and had already led his men away earlier.

Freed from his burdens, Su Bai no longer held back. In the fierce wind, his back looked slender, but with his indomitable spirit, he was enough to break through the rainbow.

"Come on, you fake man!" He grinned, revealing a mouthful of teeth stained with blood. "Let me see just how much power these unknown totems can unleash in your hands!"

……

The battle between the two caused countless platforms in this reversed space to collapse.

boom--! ! !

Accompanied by a final, teeth-grinding sound.

Su Bai and his Pokémon were all limp and floating in mid-air amidst the ruins of the base. The physical energy required for Dynamaxing had been exhausted, and the fact that they could still breathe was a testament to their willpower that had been pushed to the limit. The Pokémon were also covered with various shocking wounds, the price of their head-on confrontation with the Unknown Totem and the spatial rift.

On the other hand, Copy Killua remained suspended in mid-air. Although his clothes were somewhat disheveled and his face bore several bloodstains, his aura showed no signs of weakening. The Unknown Totem behind him continued to spin like a galaxy.