I Really Don’t Want To Be a Trainer

Chapter 175: Devil's Whisper (45)

In the arena, there was silence.

Despite the attribute restraint, this Squirrel is ridiculously strong!

Besides...without the weather hand, is it possible that the emperor still needs to manually start the sandstorm?

"Coach, let me go." Feng Shuangcheng nodded to the coach.

Coach Shao Guanghai folded his arms, with a serious face: "Be careful!"

Feng Shuangcheng is this year's Jinmen rookie champion, and was once regarded as Zuo Yu's successor.

And his ace elf also has the personality of Yangshat.

"Roar!!"

The Pangyan monster built of rock blocks has a bright red crystal stone on its forehead.

With the roar of the Pangyan monster, the billowing yellow sand surged up again.

Although blowing sand barely stopped the rain,

But Lu Ye seized the opportunity and shouted softly: "Water fluctuations!"

Like a waterfall of water, falling from the sky, the sound was deafening, and Pang Yan's head was stunned.

The Squirrel took advantage of the situation and stepped forward, a stream of water was thrown out, splashing countless gravel!

"Tuigui, this is to smash the Pangyan monster!"

"Wheel fight, the Squirrel is about to run out of energy, right?"

"Don't forget, Teacher Lu has another elf that hasn't appeared yet!"

Feng Shuangcheng's other elf is an armored bird with sharp wings, and the steel helmet glows coldly.

The deadly air slash hit the Squirrel's body, but it only left a faint white mark on his body.

"Jenny!!" The Jenny Turtle panicked.

The commentator shouted: "The air slash seems to have caused a lot of damage to the Squirtle!"

Lu Ye looked strange.

This is more than a small injury, it is obviously a serious injury!

The Squirrel looked cautious, and the torrent was triggered again.

A water gun rushed the armored bird on the barrier, and the waves of water followed one after another...

At the same time, the audience present looked as if they were alive.

Take the unevolved Squirtle and impale two members of the Imperial University...

This is simply murder!

At the guest table, Sun Huai'an looked a little serious.

This squirrel reminded him of the very bad memories of facing Du Yuanshan's steel cannon arm shrimp!

Lu Ye looked at the Squirtle and pondered for a moment.

Driving the torrent all the time is also a big burden on the Squirtle.

It's time for Fairy Eevee to come out and move around for a while!

The third team member of the Imperial University was Qiao Yingying, who wore a ball head.

Taking a deep breath, Qiao Yingying bowed and said, "Teacher Lu, please give me your advice!"

Lu Ye nodded slightly, raised his hand to take back the Squirtle.

Throwing the elf ball, the ball bounced back into Lu Ye's palm.

On the field, a fairy Ibrahimovic with a snow-white body and an elegant figure suddenly appeared!

"This fairy Eevee is so cute!"

"Damn it, Mr. Lu actually raised a fairy Ibrahimovic!"

Facing the exclamation of the audience, Fairy Ibrahimovic raised his head proudly, showing elegance in his manner.

A look of envy flashed across Qiao Yingying's eyes.

"Come on, Giant Pincer Mantis!"

The giant pincer mantis made of steel, the red armor is matte, and the giant pincers on both arms are extremely ferocious.

But Fairy Eevee was faster.

A white light flashed by.

A flash of lightning left a hideous scar on the abdomen of the Giant Pincer Mantis!

Coach Shao Guanghai of the Imperial University looked horrified.

What speed is this?

After all, Qiao Yingying was born in a worm-type gymnasium, and her talent and reflexes are excellent.

But in the confrontation just now, there was no chance to make a command?

Qiao Yingying opened her mouth, and said nervously, "The Giant Pincer Mantis, Bullet Punch!"

Bullet Fist, as the name suggests, is so fast that there is no possibility of dodging.

But the fairy Eevee bared her teeth, her body gleamed with white light, and rushed straight at the giant pincer mantis!

"This is... the fairy Ibrahimovic with a protruding face?" At the guest table, Tu Yong was slightly taken aback.

"This kind of power..." Ji Shiyin narrowed her eyes, "It's the characteristic of elf skin!"

Fairy Ibrahimovic's snow-white fluff, glowing with crystal white light, is really beautiful.

The fairy Eevee, who is obviously known for being cute, came rushing like a chariot, and there was a faint sound of breaking wind.

"Ibrahimovic, risk your life and charge!"

"Buyi! (`dish)"

boom! !

The fairy Ibrahimovic arrived first, and under the violent impact, the giant pincer mantis flew backwards.

"Fuck!"

"Are you sure it's not Fire Ibrahimovic?!"

Qiao Yingying's eyes twitched.

At that moment just now, she vaguely saw the super-armored mad rhino rushing towards this side.

Is this really what a cute elf like Fairy Ibrahimovic can do? !

The Giant Pincer Mantis was knocked into the air, and hit the protective barrier with a clatter.

The expressions of all the people present became complicated.

I thought... this was a tactical surprise attack by the emperor.

But why, now the situation is reversed in an instant?

Moreover, Mr. Lu seems to have a plan to wear five? !

He simply and neatly eliminated Qiao Yingying's other elf.

Lu Ye smiled and said calmly, "Next."

"Fuck!"

No matter which side of the supporters it is, there is a sound of shit.

Teacher Lu... is too pretentious!

At the guest table, Du Yuanshan glanced at Sun Huai'an and joked:

"What did you just say? It's fine to put a flat push in the individual competition?"

Sun Huai'an blushed, snorted coldly, and remained silent.

The supporters of Shanghai University have already waved their flags and shouted.

"Mr. Lu, kill me!!"

On the LCD screen, the scoreboard came to 3:1.

In the player bench of the Imperial University, the remaining two players looked at each other in blank dismay.

Chen Tingyue had seen Teacher Lu's terror as early as in the Open Challenge.

Now, this imposing fairy Ibrahimovic has cast a shadow over everyone.

Chen Tingyue took a deep breath, raised her ponytail, and walked slowly onto the battlefield.

"Please advise, Mr. Lu." Chen Tingyue said nervously.

Lu Ye nodded, thinking to himself.

This seems to be Di Dali's second water friend...

The finals can be classified as a water friend competition... really worthy of me!

Chen Tingyue took out a super ball, coughed lightly, and his face suddenly turned red.

"One more thing, Mr. Lu..."

"Um?"

"If I win this match, can you date me?"

"???"

"Buyi! (〝▼炸▼)"

Fairy Eevee bared her teeth, the ribbon stood upright, and flames danced faintly in her eyes.

"Ms. Lu is talking trash?"

"Look at the girl opposite, how blushing she is!"

"It's too dirty! This is indeed Teacher Lu's tactic!"

"No problem." Lu Ye coughed lightly, "But I won't lose."

Chen Tingyue, who got the approval, was full of fighting spirit.

His eyes became cautious again, and he raised his hand to release the Scorpio King.

Lu Ye glanced at the illustration book, slightly speechless.

As expected of an old water friend.

The poison therapy tactics, even the matching moves are exactly the same as those recommended in the video.

Before Lu Ye gave an order, the fairy Ibrahimovic rushed out like lightning.

"Scorpio King, hold on!"

Under Lu Ye's surprised eyes, the ribbon of Fairy Eevee cut through the light green barrier abruptly!

The narrator was shocked and said: "Only if the strength gap is too large, can there be a forced defense break!"

Boom! !

In midair, Fairy Eevee flashed white light like a hot ball of light.

It's the move of 'Repaying Gratitude'!

Under the full intimacy, combined with the fairy skin, the power has climbed to an astonishing level.

boom! !

Scorpio King was bumped headfirst into the stands, and fell into a coma in an instant.

The audience was silent.

"This, this is going to wear four?"

"Teacher Lu... don't treat the other person as a human being!"

Teacher Lu stared at Chen Tingyue with a dejected expression, and nodded slightly.

After that, he looked up at the camera with a bright smile.

The supporters of Emperor University swallowed reluctantly.

This is simply the devil's smile!

And the faint tone, like the whisper of a devil, echoed in the field.

"Next person."