The Bizarre Adventure of the Elf

Chapter 161 When the game is in progress (third update)
"Marsh King, use the turbidity current!"

"Puckbill, use jet flames to block it!"

The high-temperature flame collides with the water column that has not yet reached the boiling point. The flame wants the water to be as hot as itself, and the water column wants the flame to be as cold as itself.

The white mist spread from the center where the two sides collided, and the temperature enough to instantly bake the cake exploded in front of table five.

Table five, who just wanted to make the cake quietly, did not dare to make any moves. The alligator who wanted to physically persuade the fight just now was so angry that the two sides beat him together, so he could only try his best to disperse the hot mist with the water gun.

The fog dispersed, and the two panting elves looked at each other.

The eyes of the trainers were also intertwined.

"It's pretty strong, this marsh king was bred very well by you!"

"Your platypus is not bad either. If it wasn't for the fact that the fire-type skills were not effective against my marsh king, I would have already lost."

The elf that Al sent this time is a platypus. Its tall body and strong muscles can almost move freely in this kind of arena.

This marsh king is extremely proficient in turbidity currents. The diameter of the brownish-yellow water flow is nearly one meter, and the accompanying mud turned into sand after being dried by the flames and fell to the ground.

The sand was shaken by the aftermath of the two attacks, and immediately turned into dust floating in the air, trying to fall onto other players' tables.

If the platypus is a tall sportsman, then the marsh king is like a basketball player.

Ordinary marsh kings are only about 1.4 meters tall, but this marsh king's height has reached 1.9 meters, abruptly comparing it to the duck-billed beast that is also much larger than the same kind.

"I'm following you, but you actually take it seriously? My platypus hasn't done its best yet!"

Al, who has completely forgotten why he appeared on the field, only has Xinwu in his eyes, and the platypus with flames constantly spouting from his arms also proves that his fighting spirit is high!
The materials on the table in front of him have been completely destroyed by the aftermath of the platypus's use of skills.

"Do you think your platypus is the only one that didn't do its best? My marsh king hasn't woken up yet!"

Marsh King, who was born with squint eyes, glanced helplessly at Xinwu. He really couldn't be blamed for not opening his eyes wide. The eyes of the Marsh King's family have never seen a big fault.

"Then come on! Platypus, use the jet flame!"

"In that case, Marsh King, use the turbidity current!"

The flame and the water collided again, and the crocodile caught in the middle blocked it with his body, trying to prevent the dust from falling on the table.

"It's over!"

The scorching mist made the crocodile scream, the blue body was still tightly blocking the front of the table, although the pain was not light, the crocodile did not flinch at all.

"Crocodile, let's go..."

The trainer's desperate tone rang in the ears of the crocodile.

"Have you passed?"

The alligator raised his head, looked at his trainer strangely, his eyes were full of puzzlement.

It took two rounds of competition with great difficulty, if you just leave like this, then the previous training will be in vain.

Even though these two elves are very strong, as long as they are handled properly, there is no chance of killing them!
"Already... there is no chance..."

The chef at table five watched the performance at table two. In just 10 minutes, the chef at table two who had already made the model of the cake was quietly waiting for the cake to cool automatically.

It is different to have only No.1 rewards in this game, because people only remember No.1.

Relying on the obstruction of the Tutai Turtle, Chef No. [-] can concentrate on making cakes.

No matter what kind of attack it is, he doesn't need to care about it, the turtle's shell will help him block it all.

The colorful fluffy cakes are like a beautiful cottage moved out of a fairy tale, and the finished creams of various colors are also placed aside.

Now the chef at table two can put cream and fruit on the cake as long as he waits patiently for the baked cake to cool down.

"Ding!"

The sound of the oven ending came from the next door, and Dior, wearing a pair of big gloves, reached into the oven and gently took out the cake he had made.

The most ordinary yellow appearance has a slight change, and the attractive tree fruit fragrance emanates from the moment the oven is opened like a gas bomb.

Several kinds of fruit fragrances are mixed together, but there is no mess in the slightest. The layers are clear and gradual. Just a little fragrance makes the person who smells it unconsciously drooling.

The rice spoon snake was lying at Dior's feet, resting its head lazily on the table, stealing some leftovers of the tree fruit from time to time.

No elf would dare to mess with her.

Even if they were going to fight the tortoise or the crocodile, no elf would be willing to face a snake that could frighten him with its murderous aura.

And the boring rice spoon snake can only watch Dior make cakes.

If it wasn't for Dior not letting her do it, all the elves present would have been defeated long ago.

How can I just lie on the table like this.

Roll up a piece of blue orange fruit with your tongue and put it in your mouth.

Blue orange, so delicious!

"Next, we will make cream..."

boom--

A shavalan that was blown away ran towards Dio, and it looked the same as when his own shavalan was blown away by the rice spoon snake.

Without Dio's instructions, the rice spoon snake slammed its tail on Shawaran's body. The strong muscles and the hard iron tail confronted each other, and the iron tail always maintained the victory.

Shawarang, who didn't have time to land, was pulled back by the rice spoon snake, and hit the ground with a dull and heavy sound.

According to the direction from which Shawaran flew, an Ironclad Tyrannosaurus was looking at the rice spoon snake provocatively, clapping its hands repeatedly and making harsh noises.

"Ugh!"

With a roar, the armored tyrannosaurus continued to grab a mosquito coil swimmer who was about to lose its combat effectiveness, and threw it hard at Dio's table.

"Haney!"

Tiewei picked it at will, and the body of the mosquito-repellent swimmer was picked up by the rice spoon snake and fell to the ground beside him, completely losing his fighting power.

"Haney?"

Turning to look at Dio, the snake is asking for Dio's opinion.

"That's fine. If you defeat him, you should be more stable."

Entering the finals and competing in front of so many people, only half of the idea is to make cakes and compete with chefs.

This Ironclad Tyrannosaurus is a representative who does not want to compete as a chef.

The rice spoon snake whose tail had been itching for a long time let out a cry of excitement, and the tail that had to be cleaned every day shone with a light that had been polished for a long time.

"Confidentially..."

"Ugh!"

　ps: In the next few days, due to the final exam, sometimes there will be only one update, sorry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)