Elven Tournament Master

Chapter 378 Time is a butcher knife
"Xiaodao, use high-speed movement to approach the opponent in a roundabout way!"

At the beginning, Qing chose the acceleration move for the first skill slot.

This is normal.

Every elf with high attack and low defense will definitely strengthen its mobility, otherwise it will be three seconds to lie down on the field.In this regard, Qing's sickle helmet is a bit shabby. The master-level mobility skill he possesses is "high-speed movement", which is a relatively low-end move. It is far inferior to Xiaohu's "teleportation" in terms of force and actual combat effect. .

"Giant marsh monster, use the water gun to intercept him from a distance!"

The facts were indeed as Chen Youming expected. Under the interception of the same master-level "water gun" fired by the giant marsh monster, the sickle helmet flashed left and right, looking a little embarrassed, and the advance was not very smooth.

Seeing this scene, Chen Youming couldn't help touching his chin, and suddenly had some wild thoughts——

Once upon a time, Qing was an existence he needed to look up to. Back then on that luxury cruise ship, Qing almost suppressed the entire Rockets’ younger generation by himself. .

At that time, he thought it was a very lucky thing to be able to get Qing's sickle helmet for free, and it felt like a thief to use it.

But it has only been more than half a year now, and he is even qualified to dislike the mobility of this sickle helmet.

I usually train every day without any special feeling, but now I look back after half a year, and I suddenly realize that I have caught up so much without knowing it.

Now he is no longer the little Mengxin on the boat who was lucky that he could get the sickle helmet for nothing. Even without the trump card, he is now confident that he can defeat the sickle helmet with more than [-]% certainty!
One-on-one, Xiaohu is definitely capable of defeating and even beating this little Daolang.

As expected of me!

He couldn't help wanting to put his hips on his hips and laugh~
……

While Chen Youming was thinking about something, the situation in the field had quietly reached its climax!

After paying some price, the sickle helmet finally managed to get close to the giant bog monster!
"Use cross scissors!"

The two knives staggered, and the sickle helmet split a cross in an instant!
However, the giant marsh monster is not the kind of magical elf with a delicate body and a soft body. The muscles on his body are one by one.

"Take damage hard, use slam!"

The giant swamp monster crossed its arms to protect its head, allowing the sickle helmet to slash on its forearm with two knives, and at the same time exerted force with its lower limbs, fiercely fitting into the opponent!
"Pull him back and use the arm hammer with the other hand!"

This was not over yet, Luo Wensong was so powerful that he let the giant marsh monster stretch out his hand to pull back the repelled sickle helmet again, and raised the other arm high, the muscles on the arm bulged, and instantly swelled a circle!
The competition has entered the most dangerous stage of melee combat. The reaction speed of both players must be fast enough, otherwise, the winner may have been announced in the blink of an eye.

"Shadow Clone!"

Fortunately, Qing's reaction was not slow at all, and before the giant marsh monster's attack came, his order had been followed in time.

"Boom!"

A loud bang!
The "arm hammer" of the giant bog monster only smashed one clone.

"Immediately use Climbing Waterfall behind you!"

The attack method of "Waterfall Climbing" is to summon a column of water rushing from bottom to top under the opponent's feet. It does not need to be sprayed from the mouth, so it can be released without turning around.

Luo Wensong directly let the giant marsh monster be released behind him, obviously predicting that the opponent would use the apparition effect of "Shadow Clone" to sneak attack behind him.

In the end, he really predicted it right!
Qing Guo really intends to give him a backstab of justice!

As a result, before the attack was successful, the body of the sickle helmet was pushed into the sky by a fountain that suddenly rose up!
"water gun!"

"substitute!"

"Bump forward!"

"Move at high speed to avoid, cut off the opponent's lower limbs!"

……

Both sides come and go, the battle is extremely fierce!
It can be seen that both of them have a certain understanding of each other. After all, this is not the first time they have fought against each other. In many cases, both sides can accurately predict the opponent's next move, so as to attack first and compete for the upper hand!
From this point of view, both sides are worthy of being the top trainers of the younger generation-a truly outstanding trainer can never just think about tricks, anticipation and first move are very important, unless you use Kirby Beasts or pots, otherwise the first attack is always easier to win than the passive defense!

During the battle between you and me, Chen Youming also gradually saw something unusual:
Most of Qing's attacks were intended to greet the opponent's lower limbs, but Luo Wensong didn't care, and played fiercely and brutally, not hesitating to trade injuries for injuries.

It can be seen that both sides have clear tactical ideas——

Qing intends to disable the opponent's movement ability first, but slowly takes advantage of the advantage of mobility to concoct the opponent.

On the other hand, Luo Wensong focused on hurting each other, determined that the opponent's offense was strong and the defense was weak, and his body was weak. If he wanted to forcibly accumulate damage, he would kill his opponent directly!

Chen Youming didn't intend to judge who was right and who was wrong—anyway, it would take a long time for the result of this posture to come out, the one who was still standing would definitely be right, and the one who was lying down had no right to speak.

What he really cared about was that from Luo Wensong's choice, he saw the fatal weakness of Qing's sickle helmet!

"While the defense is weak, there is also a lack of recovery methods!"

If Qing's sickle helmet had the self-healing ability, Luo Wensong would not dare to fight like this, otherwise, when the movement ability of the giant marsh monster was disabled, the sickle helmet might even win the game without injury.

"Acceleration moves are too low-end to use one skill to complete all the maneuvers, and even have to be assisted by two skills, shadow clone and double. The lack of recovery means makes it incapable of protracted battles. Although the physical damage ability is extremely powerful, But at the same time there are obvious weaknesses."

Chen Youming muttered to himself, and quickly analyzed the advantages and disadvantages of Qing's sickle helmet.

When he came back to his senses, he himself was a little dazed.

It turned out that before I knew it, the powerful elf who used to feel lucky by himself for nothing, now I even start to feel a little disgusted when I look at it again.

Really time is a butcher's knife.

The glimmer of anticipation before the start of the game has all disappeared.

"What, it's not as good as my little fox."

As he said that, he couldn't help but took out the elf ball and called the little fox out, hugged it in his arms and twisted it hard, which made the little fox look confused.

"Hu??"

At the same time, the game on the field quickly decided the winner!

The bog monster is down!
The referee raised the flag, Qing's sickle helmet won!
However, despite the victory, the sickle helmet that could barely stand was already scarred, the carapace was full of cracks, his legs were trembling uncontrollably, except for the blades on the two forelimbs that were still sharp as before, his whole body was miserable .

In such a state, he is destined to be unable to fight the second game.

In the first game, Qing only got a tragic victory.

The situation is not optimistic.

(End of this chapter)