The Bizarre Adventure of the Elf

Chapter 128 Million Ton Flying Leg + Flying Knee Top (Second update)
The moat dragon is a kind of elf that looks very much like a triceratops. It has existed in this world since a long time ago and has not been extinct.

An exoskeleton that can block all frontal attacks grows on the head of an adult moat dragon. It is shaped like a shield and is used to protect the clansmen behind.

The head of this moat dragon is a bit small compared to the moat dragon slowly surrounding it. It should be some reason that it has not developed well.

Seeing that Dior was also observing the moat dragon's head, Kale put her hands on the moat dragon.

"Because of an accident, this child's evolution was a bit hasty, so his head looks a bit small, but his strength is not inferior to other moat dragons at all."

"Guhou~"

Shaking his head proudly, the Moat Dragon, who was praised by Mustard Lan, raised his tail.

Sometimes, exchanging a little defense for a little agility can give oneself a clear advantage over the same race whose defense far exceeds attack.

"Use rock-type and steel-type elves to fight fighting-type elves, doctor, are you underestimating me too much?"

Shawarang looked at the moat dragon with no underestimation, the aura of his whole body was condensed on his body, stored but not released.

"If you don't even take off your training equipment, who is underestimating whom?"

Seeing Shawarang's black coat, Kazilan knew that it was the training equipment used by the elves.

"If you don't attack, then I will attack first, Moat Dragon, use the iron wall!"

Seeing that Dio was still indifferent, Mustard looked apologetically at Storm Salamander.

What makes Jie Zilan a little strange is that Mingming Shanfu Liangzi is the leader of the main boxing school of the Curtain Gymnasium, so why Dior's elf is a one-legged school.

There are two schools in the Curtain Gym, the Fist School, which is good at using fists, and the Leg School, which is good at using legs.

Although it sounds very secondary, the boxing school and the leg school are just nicknames for them by the outside world. The real names are Zhenwu Yuli Liu and Gaifeng Turning Liu, but because the names are too long, there are simplified names.

But the two factions had been merged by the previous owner ten years ago, and only the older Mustard Lane knew about these things.

Ryoko Yamabuki's Fire Monkey is a representative of the boxing school, and has defeated countless challengers with a single-handed flame fist.

That's why Mustard Lan is a little curious about why Dior has a savalon that is [-]% leg pie.

That Savaran does have something unique about it.

Since she is not a professional-level breeder, Mustard Lan only looks at elves related to dragons, and she doesn't know anything about fighting types like Shawarang.

But she could tell from Shawarang's aura of retracting and releasing freely that this Shawarang's strength should not be weak, at least not inferior to the moat dragon.

"Dior, this is the first lesson I will give you after you become a trainer."

"Don't miss any chance to use enhanced skills!"

After the iron wall was strengthened, the metal-like exoskeleton on the moat dragon became smoother, as if it had been coated with oil.

"Goooo!"

After using a strengthening skill once, the moat dragon's confidence became even stronger.

"Moat dragon, use the iron head."

Originally, Dior attacked first to let him see how strong the moat dragon's defense is after using the iron wall once.

But Dio looked like he was waiting for him to take the initiative to attack, so Kale Zilan took the initiative to attack.

In the battle of equal elves, if you move first to this kind of iron and simple elf who has no control and no output and can only be beaten, the victory or defeat is usually decided.

"Watermelon, judge for yourself."

"Chaya!"

Staring earnestly at the moat dragon, Shawarang's head was constantly turning.

Every time Dior chooses enemies for himself, he always chooses enemies that are difficult for him to deal with. Some of them are purely higher in level than him, crushing him in all aspects. , and some are so fast that only those who take off their weight can barely catch up.

In the end, I will be careful every time I face the enemies that Dior chooses for me.

So this attack...

Shawaran closed his eyes, and the world lost its color, but it became clearer and clearer under the induction of the soul.

Whether it was the dangling heavyweight figure of the moat dragon or the completely silver shield on the head, all the information was accurately captured by Shawarang.

"The opponent's attack cannot be confirmed yet."

'so……'

'I want to use the safest way! '

Shawarang turned his body, repeated it countless times, sweated countless times for it, and even raised his feet in a unconscious posture for a time!

Million tons of flying legs!
Use offense instead of defense, the best defense is to attack, if your attack is stronger than him, you will win, if you are weaker than him, you still have to bear the burden!
boom!
Shawaran's foot and the moat dragon's skull collided fiercely, and the million tons of flying legs tore through the air, making a loud noise, and finally landed on the moat dragon's forehead.

The moat dragon shook his dizzy head, and felt that there was something pressing against him on the top of his head, so he rushed forward, trying to beat Shawarang in wrestling.

Using a million tons of flying legs to attack the moat dragon is just a situation of equal shares.

This made Mustard Lan's eyes start to look a little dignified.

You may be wrong about elves, and this kind of thing often happens, but when it comes to skills, Mustard Lan believes in herself and will never be wrong!

That is the ordinary million-ton flying leg.

A general skill that is resisted four times by the moat dragon!
The true power of that kick would be quadrupled on the moat dragon!
The fighting power of that Savaran is enough to get the eighth badge.

But why didn't Dior direct Chawarang, could he not direct?

Several questions flashed through Kai Zilan's mind in just one second.

Shawarang, who was wrestling with the moat dragon, could clearly feel that the opponent's strength was not as good as his own, so he chose to attack again!
Without any hesitation, Shawaran, with one foot on the ground, stretched out his hand and grabbed the upper two sides of the moat dragon's rectangular exoskeleton. The violent energy overflowing from his knee not far from his eyes made him Moat Dragon sensed a mortal threat.

Flying knees!
The restraint against the moat dragon is quadruple!
In this case, the fighting big move with a low hit rate has become a must-hit skill, and it becomes stronger and stronger as time goes by.

boom!
A deafening sound spread, and a moat dragon the size of a car flew out of the battle circle heavily, and fell into the group of moat dragons.

As if he was used to this kind of battle between trainers, the moat dragons around him did not attack Shawarang, but just licked the unlucky moat dragon lightly.

click -

An almost inaudible bone cracking sound came from the moat dragon's head, and there was already a small crack in the place where Shawaran kicked.

"Doctor, I didn't let the watermelon drain at all."

Dio smiled brightly, in sharp contrast to Mustard Lan's face that turned from serious to bewildered.

(End of this chapter)