"Isn't it funny enough that you can sleep in the wild in such a state of embarrassment, and even have to share your breakfast on a plate?"
Guzma was very satisfied with the embarrassment of Luther and his team. His men suffered two big losses in a row. The Skeleton Team was defeated by one person, which made them a joke.
Since Luther can make others laugh at him, he must return this feeling of humiliation and let Luther feel good about it.
They didn't rob the elves, and they didn't actively attack people. As for the destruction of the camp, it was done by elves who didn't know where they came from and had nothing to do with the Skeleton Team.
No matter which angle you look at it, the police can't do anything to them.
Guzma is different from the brainless people under his command. He knows very well where the boundaries are. As long as he does not take the initiative to cross them, even if he occasionally crosses the line, most of them can only be dealt with with a warning.
"Did you let the elves destroy our camp?"
Luther kept rubbing his fingers, his voice was calm.
"Don't talk nonsense. Can anyone prove that your camp was destroyed by us?" Guzma turned to look at the other members of the Skeleton Team and asked, "Did you take action?"
"No!"
After the members of the Skeleton Team answered in unison, Guzma said sarcastically: "Look, this has nothing to do with us. You can't say we did it just because we passed by. It's inappropriate to look at people through colored glasses."
"You lied. I clearly saw you releasing armored warriors to destroy our camp!" Xizhu's students shouted angrily.
"Where's the evidence?" Guzma raised the corner of his mouth, "Who can prove it to you? If you say yes, then we have more people here, and we say no!"
Seeing that Xizhu's student wanted to talk back, Luther held him down.
There is no need to argue with Guzma about this. No matter how much he yells, he will only take his rogue behavior to the extreme, which will only make him angrier in the end.
"So, it was the armored warrior who ruined my backpack?" Luther took out a piece of sweater that had fallen apart from his pocket.
"Then this armored warrior is pretty good. I'll subdue him later to vent my anger on you? By the way, I haven't asked you what your kid's name is yet. He bullied our Skeleton team twice. I have to know you."
name."
"Luther." After the introduction, Luther stretched out the sweater in his hand towards Guzma, "Please pay me for the things in the camp. As for this sweater..."
"You can't afford to pay for this sweater, not even all of you together..."
"So if your brain is broken, why should we compensate you?" Guzma said.
Luther carefully put the sweater back into a bag, stood up, and looked directly at Guzma.
Guzma was stunned by Luther's eyes. He clearly didn't seem to have any emotional fluctuations and his eyes were calm, but he felt that a disaster was coming for no reason.
"Guzma, join me in an elf battle." Luther shouted, "Aren't you called the undefeated emperor? What an arrogant name. None of the people I know have the guts to call themselves that.
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"Mingren don't tell secrets. I know exactly why you came here. If you want to fight, don't hide it. Let me see what qualifications you have to be called the undefeated emperor."
"Luther from the island in the Sinnoh region challenges you!" Luther raised the elf ball and pointed it at Guzma, "As far as I know, armored warriors were called cowards before they evolved."
"Guzma, are you a coward or a warrior with armor?"
Although Luther was smiling when he spoke, his tone was frighteningly cold.
The students in Xizhu suddenly felt a little strange when he looked like this.
In their view, Luther was just a guy who ate and slept every day, went out to play around, and was too lazy to move when he came back.
The defeat of the Skeleton Team last time allowed them to see Luther's strength, but Luther at that time did not exude the aura of keeping strangers away like he does now.
Like a monster that opened its huge mouth to devour anyone, he now bared his fangs and faced Guzma.
Guzma's expression was solemn. He dared to be so arrogant because he was confident that he was fully capable of crushing his opponents at the same level.
But now the momentum exuded by Luther made him a little shaken.
Guzma always felt that the people in front of him were looking down on him from above. If he hadn't destroyed the camp or ruined his sweater, he would have only dealt with him the same way he dealt with his men.
Rather than a formal duel like now.
What went wrong?
He destroyed the camp and caused an accident to his commission, so he has to be fined?
So he is a profit-seeking person?
You can't be so excited about a sweater, right? Not really.
In any case, Guzma doesn't like this feeling of being looked down upon and underestimated. This is how he always treats others!
Although he was a little uneasy in his heart, Luther succeeded in irritating him. He wanted to teach Luther a lesson and let him understand that momentum alone was of no use.
"Okay, I'm going to continue the game. How do you want to fight?" Guzma waved his hand to signal his men to retreat to create enough space for the battle.
"The game is just six versus six. Since you are called the undefeated emperor, you should have six elves, right?"
"This is not a suitable place, let's go to the beach." Luther said, "There is a beach and the sea, so I have no worries about a fight like this."
Guzma did not object to Luther's proposal, and they went to the beach where they met Menas before.
Stepping on the soft sand, Guzma laughed. He thought Luther was stupid for giving him such a venue that suited his fighting style.
"Before the battle begins, I want to say something insignificant." Luther weighed the elf ball in his hand and threw it out.
Heiluga did not howl or show his teeth threateningly, but stepped on the sand a few times and looked at Guzma coldly.
Guzma couldn't help but laugh when he underestimated Luther and gave himself the advantage of choosing to fight the elves in the first battle.
"Oh, what do you want to say?"
"I haven't worn that sweater yet. It's brand new." Luther said, "My wife knitted it for me."
"Please enjoy this game." Luther showed his white teeth, but his smile was extremely charming.
Matching Luther's expression, Heiluga also showed off his sharp teeth.
Guzma has already noticed something is wrong. One of the biggest reasons why he is called the undefeated emperor is because he rarely participates in games that he can easily lose.
In his opinion, taking second place is meaningless. He hates second place, just like he hates the traditional, hot-blooded Kukui who opens his mouth and shuts up.
Until this moment, his experience told him that he really had no confidence in winning this game.
However, he was so proud beforehand that he had already said it to death. At this moment, his subordinates were watching him from behind, expecting that as the boss, he could take down Luther, who had embarrassed them.