Elven Almighty Trainer

The client, who had no idea about Arti's complaint, was now leading the elves on a busy street.

"Gardevoir, Miss Quer, is there anything you want?"

The two elves shook their heads and refused after hearing this. They enjoyed the lively atmosphere and had nothing in particular they wanted for the time being.

After being rejected by the two elves, Qian Mowei was not embarrassed.

But he found that after arriving in this city, he no longer knew what to do and could only look around with a blank expression.

When looking back at his memories and trying to find some entertainment methods, Qian Mowei was surprised to find that he spent more than ten years in his previous life plus this life in study and training.

Strength is what he desires most, because he knows that it is the foundation for changing everything.

But now, he already has a lot. If others reach his situation, they will have lost the motivation and meaning of hard work.

As for the peak legend of climbing trainers, just like its name, this is a stage that only exists in legends.

Judging from the entire history of human trainers, there are only two or three people who have barely reached this level. And among all the trainers in history, the probability of two or three people is so small that it is infinitely close to zero.

Yes, almost no trainers can touch this level with their own strength.

Qianmowei turned around and looked at Gardevoir and then at Miss Kuo'er. He suddenly lost his motivation.

Why keep working hard? Wouldn't it be nice to enjoy it from now on?

He seemed to hear someone whispering in his ear.

It sounds reasonable, right?

The scene around him gradually changed, and a silent building suddenly appeared in front of him.

Qian Mowei's eyes became colder and colder. He originally thought that they would restrain themselves a little in broad daylight, but now it seems that he underestimated greed and harmony too much.

He said softly as if talking to himself: "Don't kill them all, leave some alive and I want to ask something. If it's troublesome, let them disappear from this world completely."

Qian Mowei felt that he was kind enough. If it were another champion trainer, faced with such provocative behavior again and again, then the warrior who dared to challenge would have completely disappeared from this world with his organization. .

After all, he gave them a chance. Can he blame him for not cherishing it?

Qianmo didn't realize that there was no need for him to continue hiding it. After all, blindly giving in would only make some people think that you have no strength and become more and more arrogant.

Death is their best destination.

Qianmo Weisheng hated it most in his life when someone coveted his partner.

His mental power showed that Zoroark disappeared into his shadow as soon as he finished speaking that sentence.

Qianmo Weileng headed towards an extremely remote building, with two elves following closely behind him.

He didn't know what happened to the building in front of him. His intuition told him that it seemed to be dead, but its body still contained endless malice.

He can be sure that he was definitely affected by this thing just now.

After being hit by a move, Qianmowei, who had learned a lesson, immediately used his mental power to erase the influence of the unknown force on him. However, judging from the extremely negative effect, it was most likely an evil ghost. , the method of super-powerful three-series elves.

In addition, he is a genuine high-level superpower user, and ordinary superpowers have minimal impact on him, so there is a high probability that he is evil or ghost type.

"Gardevoir, start meditating from now on. We will visit this unknown existence later."

Gardevoir closed her eyes, and a large amount of superpower energy surged towards her body.

Miss Quer, on the other hand, consciously entered the elf ball. She had no choice but to say that she was at the bottom of the entire team.

Touching the Poké Ball with Genesect hanging around her neck, Chimatami showed a cold smile.

"I haven't seen such a shameless guy for a long time, so let me entertain him myself."

Stepping into this office building that faintly exuded a cold atmosphere, Qian Mowei felt no fluctuation in his heart.

He has never been soft-hearted towards his enemies.

Zoroark moved very quickly. Even though he was standing at the bottom, Qianmo Wei could already smell the faint smell of blood. Of course, he quickly sensed something was wrong.

The receptionist in front of the stage seemed to have seen something incredible, and looked at Qian Mowei with wide eyes and fear.

"Why are you scared now? I don't know what you are planning to do, but it's really interesting to see your expression. You have done this kind of thing a lot. Why haven't you ever thought about offending someone you can't afford to offend one day?"

He stepped forward, played with the beautiful face of the receptionist, faced her fearful gaze, and used a cold and joking tone, as if he was talking about something trivial.

"After all, I can kill people too."

Hugging the little sister who was completely stunned, Qianmo Wei took her upstairs in a princess hug.

Starting from the second floor, the smell of blood in the air began to gradually become stronger.

Don't get me wrong, this is not what Zoroark left behind after killing someone. This level of blood smell can only be obtained after a long period of time.

"Tsk, it seems that you have killed many people using the same method, don't you think so?"

"...No...I don't know, I don't know anything...Don't kill me...I'm sorry..."

Facing Qian Mowei's cold gaze, this beautiful young lady who obviously knew a lot of inside information could no longer muster the courage to say a word.

Qianmo Wei didn't blame her anymore. This woman only had a faint smell of blood. She probably got it from staying here for a long time. She had never killed anyone.

This was also the reason why Zoroark didn't kill her immediately.

As for the reason why she stayed here, he didn't know, but he believed that Miss Junsha would be happy to listen to what she had to say.

As an accomplice to the crime, she has no sympathy whatsoever.

Just when he was about to go up to the third floor, the woman in his arms suddenly struggled wildly, as if there was something terrifying on this floor.

He gave her a disgusted look and threw her to the ground. The strong pain somewhat made the woman sober up.

She quickly stood up in fear, panicked and threw herself into Qian Mowei's arms, burying her head in his chest, pretending to be a different kind of ostrich.

Qianmo didn't bother to care about her and pushed the troublesome woman away. Genesect's Poké Ball had been opened by him, releasing this powerful steel insect.

Gardevoir stood in front of Qian Mowei, staring at the darkness on the third level.

It was clearly daytime, but the entire office building from the third floor up was plunged into darkness. Even though the location was remote, it was not so remote that sunlight couldn't get in.

"Genesect, Gardevoir, clear these obstacles. Also, be careful not to be affected by them."

Qian Mowei calmly gave the order. He stood near Gardevoir with the woman in his arms. To his surprise, the guy didn't run away. Instead, he followed after calming down.

Qian Mowei had always been too lazy to care about others, but he was afraid that this guy would cause him trouble, so he simply protected her and didn't intend to let her die in this meaningless place.

She should spend the rest of her life in prison, not die in this building.

As a witness who could more or less let him know the truth of the matter, Qian Mowei felt that she still had some value.

When a gust of wind blew, Qian Mowei's originally cold expression suddenly smiled, as if he was laughing at its stupidity.

When the wind ended, this layer of darkness also disappeared, revealing its remains.

Genesect has reduced the ghost elves in this layer.