Pokemon Dragon Rides the Clouds

"This is no longer possible. He is indeed a waste."

This sentence fell in Xiao Dao's ears like a stuck in his throat. With angry flames in his eyes, he shouted at Mo Hen:

"How can you understand the pain and helplessness in Gyarados's heart who just abandons the elf so casually? How can you know how hard Gyarados works and trains every night until he collapses? You're like this What right do you have to call others trash?"

"Oh, so Gyarados has trained so hard..."

Just when Xiaodao thought that Mo Hen had realized his mistake and his expression softened a little, Mo Hen's next words made him completely furious:

"You have trained so hard, but you still only have such a pitiful strength. I have abandoned it for five years. For five years, I can't feel any progress. Isn't this trash?"

"You...bastard..."

Xiaodao was so angry that he trembled all over and bit his lip. A wisp of blood seeped into his mouth along his teeth, and the salty taste spread in his mouth.

"Roar"

There was a touch of sadness in the eyes of Gyarados, who got up again, and it was deeply hurt by Mo Hen's merciless sarcastic words.

But at the same time, it also has more determination. It wants to prove itself and prove that it is not a useless waste.

Gyarados roared, and his eyes were gradually occupied by what was called crazy anger, and a layer of blue-purple arrogance emerged on the surface of Gyarados's body.

With a sweep of its thick tail, it smashed a huge boulder next to it into pieces. Like a high-speed train whizzing past, the Gyarados charged towards the Thorny Dragon King with an unstoppable momentum.

Inverse scale

"The water cannon that blasted the Dragon King was fired again. Gyarados was not afraid. Instead, he used his strength again and went upstream against the powerful water cannon.

With the anger in his heart, Gyarados fought through obstacles all the way, even breaking through the water cannon of the Thorn Dragon King and pushing forward.

However, after a vigorous effort, it will decline again, and it will be exhausted three times.

When the anger finally ran out, Gyarados began to become unable to move under the water cannon, until it was knocked to the ground again.

"Gyarados"

Xiaodao looked worriedly at Gyarados, who was struggling to get up again.

Gyarados is also a creature with an extremely bad temper. Putting aside other factors, just being knocked down without dignity three times in a row is enough to make it furious.

The furious Gyarados couldn't even listen to the words of the knife, and once again roared and rushed towards the Thorny Dragon King.

There was a strong unwillingness in its eyes. How could it be possible? How could it be lost like this?

Then it was overturned by water cannon again.

Get up again.

Being overturned again.

Get up again...

"enough"

When Gyarados was mechanically knocked over by the water cannon of the Thorn King again, and when it was still struggling to get up with scars, the knife rushed into the middle of the chaotic field, opening its arms to block it. In front of Gyarados.

"Roar"

The irrational Gyarados had blood-red eyes and roared at the knife blocking its path. The long pink hair of the knife was blown back by the roar of the Gyarados, and the topless hat was also blown away.

A "pop" sound fell in front of the Thorny Dragon King.

From the beginning to the end, the Thorny Dragon King stayed in the same place without moving.

Gyarados' body was covered with broken scales and stains of blood, and its original sky-blue body was almost rendered scarlet red by the blood.

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nbsp;It gasped and stared at Xiaodao, as if intending to scare Xiaodao away in this way.

However, the knife remained unmoved at all. No matter how crazy Gyarados acted at this time, it always stood in front of Gyarados step by step.

Mo Hen half-squinted his eyes and spoke sarcastically with a cold look on his face:

"It should have ended long ago. This kind of battle with no suspense is simply boring."

Xiao Dao seemed not to have heard Mo Hen's words. He stared at Gyarados' eyes that turned blood red due to anger, and quietly clenched his fists.

"Roar"

Letting out a hysterical roar again, with a hint of violence in his eyes, Gyarados raised its tail high, ready to swipe at the knife.

Subconsciously, Xiaodao closed his eyes, but his footsteps still did not move a step.

A strong wind blew towards his face, and then there was a loud sound in Xiaodao's ears.

When he opened his eyes, he realized that Gyarados had exhausted too much energy and had crashed to the ground, completely unconscious.

"Gyarados"

Xiao Dao quickly took out the elf ball and took the unconscious Gyarados back.

Looking at the elf ball in his hand, Gyarados' blood-red eyes full of reluctance still appeared in his mind.

Xiao Dao looked at the back of Mo Hen who had put away all the elves at some point with complicated eyes and turned around to leave.

He pursed his lips, as if he was full of anger that he wanted to vent, but he couldn't open his mouth to stop Mo Hen from leaving. In the end, he could only grit his teeth and turn around fiercely.

Fortunately, there is a specialized elf center right next to here. Although Gyarados was seriously injured, there is no need to worry too much. At least his life safety is definitely not a problem.

"Hey"

Hearing someone calling from behind, Mo Hen stopped and turned around.

"You must have treated that child that way on purpose, right? Whether it's Gyarados or that boy, there's obviously a gentler way, right?"

It was a man who looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, with short black hair, wearing a black jacket and a light blue scarf. He looked very capable.

When the man saw that Mo Hen didn't speak, he continued:

"Gyarados is an abandoned elf. Even if it has been conquered by that boy again, there will still be grudges in its heart. You want to use this method to make Gyarados completely give up on you, its former master. So that it and the current trainer can trust each other more, and you are also testing whether that boy is qualified to become the new owner of Gyarados. Now it seems that his performance should satisfy you, right?"

"You like to guess other people's hearts."

Mo Hen neither admitted nor denied what this man said, but his tone was definitely not friendly.

"No, I just want to tell you that what you did is too extreme. Not only did Gyarados suffer greater damage, but what if Gyarados suffered a greater blow and was unable to recover from it? manage"

"Hmph, if it really fails to recover because of this, then it can only mean that it is really a waste. Since it is a waste in the first place, what difference does it make whether it recovers or not?"

Mo Hen's tone was a little impatient. After speaking, he had no intention of staying any longer and turned around to leave.

"Hey, you obviously regret it in your heart whether you abandoned Gyarados before or the merciless blow just now. Why do you have to be so stubborn and refuse to admit it?"

"Do you know you are very noisy?"

Taking a deep breath, Mo Hen clasped his hand on the first elf ball on his combat belt and looked at the person in front of him with extremely unkind eyes.