Elf: Absolutely torture the protagonist! You call this trash?

Everyone's face was obviously pale from the cold, but they were stroking their arms and looking towards the stage!

Everyone is very curious about who will be the winner of this game?

Blizzard's ability to suppress sandstorms is initially effective, but Sand-Eating Castle Lord has become Gigantamax, and the range of each move is far greater than that of elves of the same level.

Now the blizzard seems to be eroding the sandstorm territory inch by inch.

The scope of activities of Sand Devourer is shrinking.

But with the blessing of quicksand hell.

The sandstorm spreads again, and there is a faint tendency to replenish it. If it continues like this, Mega Gyarados, who has the upper hand, may not win!

As we all know, Gyarados is a more explosive spirit.

Its endurance is relatively weak.

Now the weather is better than a blizzard, but what if it lasts for a long time? How long can such a large-scale frost like Mega Gyarados last?

Won't its physical strength be exhausted? !

Even Abraham frowned deeply. He wanted Lin Heng to win more than Fujiwara Osamu.

Not because of the country, but because of personal talent and character.

Lin Heng's talent is the strongest he has seen in so many years!

none of them.

In comparison, the son of the wild emperor who had been touted before seemed to have a lot of trouble, and his character was questionable, hiding a full level of elf level!

He was prepared to deal with it strictly after the game.

If Osamu Fujiwara really wins the championship, based on the organizer's past behavior, there is a high probability that he will take it lightly.

This is a very bad start for young trainers.

and so.

Even from this point of view, he did not want Osamu Fujiwara to win.

Just Lin Heng...is that okay?

The moment Abraham's idea just emerged, he saw the mega Gyarados dragon whiskers stagnating in mid-air suddenly rising without wind, almost standing upright.

The black scales expand, and the abdomen of the body bulges!

Invisible water and ice energy condensed from the sky, and dense clouds piled up layer by layer, like continuous mountains!

On the stage, where the blizzard had just fallen, the frozen frost had melted, forming countless puddles.

The ice surface that has not yet melted is crystal clear, like pieces of broken lenses, reflecting the power of the black dragon in the sky!

"Is it still a snowstorm?"

Abraham murmured to himself, but seemed to feel that something was wrong.

Although the temperature of the surrounding air has indeed dropped, there is now a wisp of moisture everywhere compared to the frost just now.

It was cold and damp throughout the venue.

Already some weak spectators could not bear it and shivered to the point of trembling!

Fujiwara Osamu narrowed his eyes subtly, and his expression quickly flashed with vigilance and confusion. He always felt that there was something fishy this time.

But he never thought that his Sand Devouring Lord would lose.

This is a gigantic elf!

Nowadays, there are very few aristocratic families that have Dynamax elves, let alone trainers.

At least in their Eastern Island Country, he was the only one in his age group who had a Dynamax Elf!

Otherwise, he wouldn't have decided to make a life-and-death bet.

Even though he looks aloof and arrogant, he actually doesn't underestimate his enemies.

He has absolute confidence in his Sand Devouring Lord!

It's just another snowstorm, he will never admit defeat!

"Master Sand Devouring Castle, condense a dark shadow in front of you, don't let him succeed!"

Since the blizzard restrains the sandstorm, use ghost skills!

He didn't believe that this mega Gyarados could deal with him like this!

Following Fujiwara Osamu's order, an illusory shadow with the same shape but pitch black suddenly appeared in front of the huge Sand Devouring Lord!