My Name of the Spirit Lucario

"Congratulations!"

As soon as he stepped off the ring, Caiyun greeted him and gave Ming Rizhao a big hug.

And the latter was also laughing and laughing with his new friends, and his mood was extraordinarily sunny.

Not only because of the smooth qualifying, but also because qualifying means that the prize money of the competition has been securely obtained. Let alone the 30 bonus for the champion, just entering the top 32 of the knockout round will already have 5 yuan. The splashing little Qianqian was waving towards him, every time I think of this scene, I feel extremely happy.

"By the way, what are your next plans?"

Caiyun asked this question.

After all, there are still 2 days before the end of the play-in competition. Players who have won 10 games to qualify, although they still have the remaining number of challenge matches, they can choose to give up or refuse to accept the challenge, and save the spare time for themselves or It's an elf, take a good rest and practice tactics, and recharge your batteries to meet the next tough battle - the knockout round.

Of course, this is what most people do. After all, after three days of high-intensity competition, if they don't get enough rest, it is easy to be unable to exert their full strength due to fatigue in the cruel knockout stage where each game is won by one game.

However, some people prefer to practice in battle. After all, their private training is nothing more than imaginary practice, which is not as effective as the different on-the-spot reactions that can be made to different opponents in actual combat. Those free "sparring partners" are indeed good opportunities.

As for which method to choose, it depends on the trainer's own choice.

"Well, I'd better take a break, or go to other arenas to watch other people's battles and learn."

Ming Rizhao pondered for a moment and made a choice.

Because in these three days of competition, to be honest, the intensity is not very high, and some players can even command one or two of the elves in the battle proficiently. They are very unfamiliar with the command of other elves, and they can tell at a glance Those elves were temporarily subdued to make up for the quota of participating elves. In addition, the players' elves were not high in level, so it was not necessary to spend a lot of time fighting.

But the most important point is, what kind of elves are used by other qualifying players in the arena, or what kind of tactics are they going to use? It is convenient to prepare for the knockout round later.

"Okay, then I won't bother you for now."

Hearing this, Caiyun also waved to Ming Rizhao neatly, then turned and left in a hurry.

Ming Rizhao glanced at the monitor next to the ring. The top of the list fixedly displayed her entry number, and even displayed her photo and name, which did not disappear with the scrolling of the list. qualifying players.

"How do you feel, I'm still a little shy..."

After taking a few glances at himself on the screen, Ming Rizhao muttered and left the No. 3 ring.

……

"Oh oh oh, this move is really good!"

"That's right, the [Slam Push] used by Iron Hand Luxembourg is really very powerful. In addition to being full of strength, it can also firmly control the opposite elf within its attack range, and does not let the opponent escape because of this."

Under the stage of No. 2 ring, there were all kinds of discussions, but without exception, they were all admiration and appreciation for the mighty iron palm wrestler on the stage.

Ming Rizhao passed by the ring next to him, and hearing the cheers of the contestants who had almost become spectators, he couldn't help but cast his eyes on the tall figure on the stage.

"Iron Palm Warrior, 【Gather Qi】."

Following the trainer's instructions, the wrestler with iron palms, like a sumo wrestler, withdrew his waving palms and put them together in front of his chest. His broad shoulders shook slowly with deep breathing.

The skunk, who was dizzy from being photographed on the other side, managed to take advantage of the time when the opponent stopped attacking to stabilize the fighting posture again.

The trainer of Skunk Pu, who was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, immediately commanded overjoyed: "Good job, Skunk Pu, it's time for us to fight back. So, use [Acid Bomb]."

The moment he called out the name of the move, the trainer of the skunk poof twitched obviously, and then quickly took out several masks from his pocket with lightning speed, proficient in his own The top of the muzzle completes the ultimate defense.

Hearing the command, the skunk shivered excitedly.

May I ask, in this world, what can be more sour than letting yourself be released to your heart's content?No, it doesn't.

The skunk poof verified this statement with practical actions:

Different from the usual tricks of poison elves spraying venom from their mouths, some elves use part of their own body organs to spray venom, but this organ is more able to produce unique pleasure for skunk poof, I saw him twist The body is hidden under the big hairy tail, and the brilliant blooming chrysanthemum is aimed at the iron-handed wrestler who stands motionless like a rock.

(I want to crookedly face the wall and hum →_→)

"(Telepathy) Fuck, Xiaozhao, run!"

Leo frantically warned on the channel of telepathy, and although the girl was a little confused, the inexplicable uneasiness in her heart made her quickly walk away from the ring.

"(Telepathy) No, come on, run, run."

If it was outside, Leo's voice could be said to be hoarse, because he knew that something terrible would happen next.

Subaru, the trainer of Iron Hand Luxe, inadvertently twitched his thigh muscles the moment he saw the harmless little chrysanthemum.

"If that's the case, then it's my turn, Iron Hand Luxembourg, use..."

"puff--"

The earth-shattering and extremely loud sound was like the release of thousands of Patriot nuclear bombs with a capacity of more than 1 tons less than 10 meter away from the ear, and it exploded from the chrysanthemum of the skunk.

Yes, please forgive the author for using the word "explosion" to describe this scene.

Along with the sound, the dense purple poisonous mist mixed with countless venoms flew down, as if a purple poisonous rain had blown up and down the No. 2 ring.

"Puff puff puff-"

Before it's over, the skunk has a very comfortable expression on his face, he is releasing himself to his heart's content, he is flying freely, he is singing the endless life...he is constantly farting.

"vomit……"

"Fuck, vomit..."

"Quick...run..."

"Why the hell!!!"

"wdnmd!"

All the contestants off the field were turned blue by the violent biochemical weapon. They vomited out the dinner they ate last night, and ran away from the scene of the incident as if they were suffocating. Everyone within a kilometer radius of No. 2 ring ran clean.

Only the unlucky ones on the ring were left.

"Rumble rumble—"

Footsteps as heavy as thunder sounded, and a tall and strong figure broke out from the poisonous purple rain.

The venom fell on his body, corroding scorched black spots one by one, but apart from a slight tightening of the muscles of the iron hand wrestler, his firm steps remained unchanged.

Ability, [Perseverance], if an elf falls into an abnormal state other than dying, it will rely on its tempered willpower to endure pain and increase its attack power.

The mere poisoning didn't help Iron Palm Hercules a little bit, but it made him full of strength.

"...[Shoot down]..."

From the other side of the arena, there was a weak voice.

Order received!Iron Palm Luxi's eyes flashed, and his step frequency instantly accelerated.

The skunk, who hadn't noticed that his opponent was close to him because he turned around, still pouted his buttocks, and let out loud farts one after another cheerfully.

The generous palm just raised, which happened to cover the midday sun that penetrated through Zi Wu.

The sudden blackness made the happy and selfless skunk react, but at this moment, it was too late to dodge.

"Ho ha!"

The iron palm wrestler snorted angrily, and with a strong wind in his raised palm, he slapped heavily.

A slap landed on the back of the skunk, completely blocking the latter's source of happiness.

Hold back for Grandpa!

The Iron Hand warrior was conveying the news silently, and the skunk who had been released in a good manner was suddenly blocked and slapped with such force that he had to fall to the ground under the double blow. On the ground, lost the ability to fight.

The referee with a painful look on his face raised the small flag with his limp arms and waved it weakly, announcing the end of the battle.

Immediately afterwards, everyone on the ring fell down with a plop.

……

Looking at the troubled tomorrow in the No. 2 ring from a distance, he patted his heart with lingering fear: "Fortunately, Leo, you reminded early, otherwise you will suffer there sooner or later, but... after the hot, I feel that the clothes They are all covered with this stench, what should I do, these are my new clothes..."

The lingering smell lingered in his nose, making Ming Rizhao's complexion change drastically.

……

As for later, in order to prevent this situation from happening again, the alliance banned the use of this type of large-scale "biochemical weapons of destruction" tactics, that is a later story.

For the elf skunk in question, it was nothing more than a comfortable fart.

It's really a fart that blows up the future.

Wonderful.