Darkrai didn't want to show off anything, but he felt from the bottom of his heart that these people were not worthy of being his opponents.
After all, the level of elves he trains with every day has gone beyond what ordinary people can understand.
What Darkrai said out of pride is extremely insulting. There are so many elves present. Are you treating all the elves as nothing?
The feeling of being despised made the trainers and elves on the ship angry.
"Don't underestimate people!"
"Even if you are Darkrai, I will let you taste failure today."
The trainers took turns giving instructions, and the elves who occupied the optimal attack position took the lead.
Looking at the skills hitting him like a sudden storm, he had no intention of fighting back or dodging, just like he promised, he was willing to give the people here a chance to strike first.
In mid-air above the deck, Darkrai's position became a sea of gathering skills. I don't know how many skills joined it and hit Darkrai.
The explosions produced after the skill hit continued one after another, and the dazzling light kept flashing, so that no one present could see clearly what happened inside and whether Darkrai was seriously injured.
The ball of light gathered in mid-air suddenly expanded, like a rapidly inflated balloon. Invisible white light flashed at a high frequency, and the trainers covered their eyes with their hands.
Just when some people suspected that the light ball was going to explode, black spots appeared on the slowly rising light ball.
The spots spread rapidly, like invisible black raindrops falling from the sky, hitting the light ball intensively. In the blink of an eye, the light ball turned into an irregular, constantly creeping black sphere.
The elves flying in the air were stunned and didn't even react when the flashing black ball flew in front of their eyes.
Seeing a mass of elves falling from the sky, the other elves felt something bad and immediately launched an attack on Darkrai without the trainer's instructions.
If he didn't want to look embarrassed when he returned, Darkrai wouldn't even want to dodge or defend.
Catching a jet of flame with his bare hands, Darkrai found that the jet of flame had no power at all. Even the charcoal that Luther barbecued for wild elves to eat was more lethal than this.
This jet of flames turned out to be spit out by a Black Luga. Darkrai released the Dark Hole and knocked down an annoying Mahuola on the left, while taking a moment to take a look.
The Heiluga saw Darkrai looking at him and panicked for no reason.
This arrogant guy has never kept his eyes on an elf for so long since he got on the boat.
This feeling of being noticed was not wonderful, and Hei Lujia couldn't help but take a few steps back.
Darkrai gave up all the elves around him, shuttled through the intertwined sea of skills without touching a single leaf, and came to Heiruga's side in an instant.
"It's all Hei Lujia, you are so weak..."
Realizing that he was being ridiculed, Heluga got angry and opened his mouth to bite Darkrai. However, he was hit by a dark hole in mid-air and fell straight to the ground.
Is this the extent of freezing light?
Darkrai waved his hand, and another elf who released the skill fell to the ground. This time, he actually thought that Marili was pretty good.
If she were to attack, how could he dare to release the Dark Hole so freely?
But when he thought of Mariluli pressing on him and hammering him, Darkrai erased from his mind the idea that Mariluli was good.
"Isn't there any Mariluli on board?"
Darkrai sensed it quickly and felt a little disappointed.
Even he didn't know why he was lost.
"Weak, so weak."
Darkrai never let go of any elf.
If it's flying in the sky, shoot it down.
Those who swim in the sea will fly out of the deck when they sense it, and look at the dark hole under the water.
The people and the elves on the deck had no chance to retreat, and they could only fall to the ground in a daze after meeting each other.
The reporters who had set up their equipment did not wait for the opportunity to see what was happening behind the fog wall. The camera recorded the terrifying scene of Darkrai knocking over nearly a hundred elves with ease.
He raised his hands and fired a group of dark holes, and the dense dark holes were shot out like bullets. Each dark hole accurately found the target who should fall down and have nightmares, and reporters were no exception.
When the reporter discovered that his companion had fallen, he quickly shouted for Darkrai to stop.
"We are not trainers!"
They wanted Darkrai to understand that they were attacking the wrong target.
However, like a god of death, Darkrai, who had the deck full of sleeping elves lying everywhere, gave the reporter who spoke a cold look.
The reporter felt that her consciousness was rapidly leaving her body at this moment, and the boundless darkness invaded and enveloped her tightly.
A chill crept up his spine, making the reporter who spoke couldn't help but shiver.
Seeing that Darkrai did not move, the reporter shuddered and thought that he had finally escaped. However, Darkrai turned around and gently threw out a dark hole, knocking her down directly.
The crew on the deck came face to face with Darkrai. He was trembling all over and he didn't even have the courage to defend himself.
This elf was beyond the scope of his imagination. Before this, he had never imagined that an elf could face the encirclement and suppression of more than a hundred elves and annihilate the entire opponent's army in only about a minute.
With such a huge disparity in numbers, how could they swarm the enemy and attack them indiscriminately, right?
This idea now seems very wrong.
The crew member who thought he was going to lie on the ground found that Darkrai was just staring at him but made no move.
"Ship, turn around."
Not hearing what Darkrai said clearly, the crew member stuttered and asked: "What?"
"Go back to Binhai City, got it?"
Relying on the intercom communication, the captain at the helm immediately ordered a return trip.
Darkrai did not leave. He floated to the sea and fished out the sleeping elf who had just fallen into the water.
There was almost no place to stay on the entire deck, and as far as the eye could see, there were only people and elves who were being harassed by nightmares, with painful expressions and moans.
Darkrai stood in the middle of these people, silent, like a monster that had just crawled out of the sea of blood and corpses. The aura of "no strangers" emanating from his body made the crew members' hair stand on end and they dared not look at him.
The reason why Darkrai did not leave directly was because of his own worries.
When I heard Luther tell Acerola a story before, I heard that someone stole property while others were sleeping.
Now that so many trainers have fallen here, if someone in the crew has other thoughts, they end up slandering Qidao...
Darkrai felt that Luther would definitely be able to solve this kind of childish slander, but he didn't want Luther to still have to worry about trivial matters at this juncture.
My trainer is preparing for an extremely huge plan. If he can help share some of the worries, then he should do his best to share the worries.