Not far away, the bonfire that had been burning all night gradually extinguished, and the blackened ashes were flying in the wind, like wisps of green smoke, drifting in the wind and quickly dissipated in the air.
"Takura...have you thought about it?"
At the edge of the overpass, Fang Yin looked at Tuocang standing aside and spoke indifferently.
There was no smile on his face.
The slum is located in the suburbs, backed by the Qingyun Mountains, and surrounded by deserted fields. Occasionally, there will be grumpy and irritable elves. If you accidentally encounter them, you will be in trouble.
Also due to various policies from the top, the slums have gradually become a place of no concern. Fugitives, nightingales and thieves, all three religions and nine streams have gathered in this area. It is a chaotic area.
This is also the most suitable place for Fangyin to develop his power. As long as you have enough strength, you can easily get what you want.
"Please rest assured, sir, I will definitely find the information you need, and I will definitely fulfill my mission!"
Tuocang lowered his head and answered respectfully, with perseverance shining in his eyes.
He knew that this was an opportunity. He wanted to change and climb up from the bottom. Only in this way could he have the opportunity to come into contact with more powerful elves and live longer.
"Well, I hope so!"
"By the way, please call me White Devil from now on!"
The gentle breeze blew in the early morning, blowing Fang Yin's clothes and making a hunting sound. A golden sun hung above his head, shining on the entire slum.
He put his hands behind his back and spoke calmly.
"Yes, Lord White Demon!"
Tuocang nodded, secretly remembering the name in his heart.
"Last night, your Arbo Snake was able to take two moves from the Stinking Mud. It is considered to be quite powerful. It is estimated to have reached the qualified level. So don't worry too much!"
Glancing at Abai Snake, who kept spitting out snake letters, with eyes full of hatred and cruelty, Fang Yin spoke calmly.
His voice was neither loud nor quiet, but it hit Tuocang's ears just right.
"yes!"
Hearing this, Tuocang was slightly shocked.
Existences of this level disdain to lie, which means... Master Bai Mo has already analyzed the key to the power Abo Snake showed last night.
Staring at Tuocang who fell into silence, Fang Yin smiled faintly:
"In addition, Arbo snake is a non-venomous snake spirit, and its speed and hiding ability can be cultivated in the early stage."
"If you can find some rare flash scale fruits, the evolution speed of Arbor snake can also be increased a lot."
"Shining Scale Fruit...?"
Hearing this name, Tuocang couldn't help but show a look of confusion on his face. Obviously, he had never heard of this name.
"Haha~, you will understand later."
"You can leave. Remember, if you discover any information about the surrounding forces, inform me immediately. You are not allowed to act in private. Don't let me live up to my expectations of you!"
Beside the extinguished bonfire, Fang Yin gave expressionless orders, then turned around and walked towards the overpass, his back looking as cool as a god's residence.
Watching the white demon leaving, Takura narrowed his eyes, flashed a cold light, looked around with a complicated expression, and then walked towards the depths of the slum and left the abandoned overpass.
............
Two days later.
The sky is still gray, gloomy and depressing, with a few stars looming, as if they might disappear at any time.
Underground Pokémon Contest, Trials and Battlegrounds.
"Boom~"
Countless metal collisions exploded in mid-air, like thunder rolling through the sky.
"Go to hell!"
On the periphery of the venue, two figures were performing a good show of chasing each other in the circular arena. The person being chased was none other than Fang Yin.
At this time, his condition was visible to the naked eye, his fists were dripping with blood, his face was covered with sweat, and he looked extremely miserable.
The last game of today's trial match.
Now, it has reached the final stage.
Fang Yin's opponent was a short trainer less than 1.6 meters tall. He was thin but full of explosive muscles.
Moreover, the opponent's movements were weird and unpredictable, and his attacks were fierce, making Fang Yin unable to defend himself. Xiuni was in a stalemate with the mosquito-repellent frog on the opposite side, and was temporarily unable to take care of himself.
"Damn it! Damn that dwarf! What an unlucky thing, I met a junior fighter!"
He turned around frequently, looking at the opponent's waving fists, and cursed through gritted teeth.
With his terminally ill body, how could he block the opponent's fierce attack? He could only keep taking steps to avoid the opponent's attack.
"Hahaha, boy, your elf is very strong, but you..., tsk tsk tsk, too weak!"
The short trainer laughed wildly, waving his arms like hammers, and kept hitting Fang Yin. Every time he fell, some cracks would be made in the wall, dust would fly, and the momentum was terrifying.
"Smelly mud, hurry up and finish the battle! I can't run anymore!"
If he keeps going like this, sooner or later he will be caught up by the dwarf behind him. He shouted anxiously, sweat dripping from his forehead, and he panted.
"Baiduo!"
Facing the center of the battlefield, Stinky Mud spit out black mud, temporarily repelling the mosquito-repellent frog's series of slaps. At the same time, he squirmed his Mud body, whipped out a ferocious tail, and went straight to the short trainer to beat him away.
When the short man saw this, he calmly retreated quickly, dodged the attack from the smelly mud, kicked off his toes on the ground, jumped into the air, and instantly accelerated towards Fang Yin.
"Poison gas!"
Seeing this, Fang Yin's pupils shrank suddenly, and he did not dare to neglect, and quickly ordered the smelly mud to spray out gas.
Suddenly, an unpleasant stench filled the air, and black poisonous smoke rose into the air, covering the entire trial battlefield, making it suffocating.
"Huh, what a small trick!"
Seeing the black gas coming, a mocking smile appeared on the short trainer's face. He took a deep breath and began to adjust his inner breath to enter a breath-holding state.
The next moment, his ears moved slightly, and his eyes were as sharp as a knife. It seemed that through the obstruction of the black fog, Fang Yin's frightened face could be seen.
"No, that's fine!"
As he ran, he was shocked in his heart. The fighter's ability was so strong that he could adjust his breathing to avoid inhaling toxic gas.
"Bang!"
In the center of the arena shrouded in black fog, mosquito-repellent frogs sprayed countless blue bubbles to resist the invasion of gas and form a solid barrier.
On the mid-air aircraft, the black-robed judge stared at the battle situation in the center of the arena with great interest, with a playful arc at the corner of his mouth.
This competition was arranged by Mr. Liu himself. Although it was a competition, it was also a test of the overall quality of each trainer. It was obvious that both sides were equally matched in strength, and no one could do anything to the other.
"It's really interesting to have a boy with a temperament that is not afraid of poison gas, and a talented Suishui style fighter!"
The magistrate raised the corners of his mouth and chuckled:
"As expected of the genius chosen by Mr. Liu, I would like to see who of you two wins in the end. That would be interesting!"
............
within the venue.
The gas spit out by the smelly mud became more and more intense, making the short man's vision even more blurry, but he still followed Fang Yin closely, vowing to put his opponent to death.
"Huh~huh~, no, if you continue like this, you will definitely die!"
Fang Yin was breathing heavily and his face turned red. He felt that his heart was beating very fast, as if it was about to jump out of his throat, and his whole body was sore.
Now, the opponent's speed is getting faster and faster, and I can't escape his pursuit.
A desperate thought arose in Fang Yin's heart.
Should I stop here and lose to this cruel reality?
Is it all in vain to agree to Shini's wish, my father's ruthless death, and to take revenge on Norton Company!?
He was unwilling, angry, and cruel. Fang Yin's eyes were full of madness, like the pupils of a wild beast.
"No! I won't give in! I won't admit defeat! I haven't won yet!"
"Ah~!"
A heartbreaking roar came out, and Fang Yin suddenly stopped, then turned his head, clenched his fists, and his face was filled with a ferocious look:
"Come on! Kill me!"
Seeing the opponent stop, the short trainer sneered, bent his legs, straightened his waist, clenched his fists, stepped hard on the ground with his toes, jumped up, waved his fist, and tried to hit Fang Yin.
"The way to salvation lies in the heart!"
Seeing the opponent rushing towards him, his eyes were red, and the violent energy in his eyes became more and more intense. He clenched his fists tightly, stepped down, and rushed towards the opponent like a cheetah. The speed was staggering.
Fang Yin's face showed a ferocious look, he raised his fist stained with purple poisonous blood, and threw it out with all his strength. The black-purple liquid splashed out, carrying a corrosive smell, and headed towards the opponent.
