The Trainer's Way of Fighting

Chapter 310 I'm sorry, I want to be a good person
The occlusion of the battle group that filled the center of the field caused not only Bai Jiaying, but also Cheng Che to lose control of the battle situation in the center of the field. The energy horizon that was seen through was blocked by a thick 'mosaic'. Only two vague shadows could be seen.

At this moment, Cheng Che chose to hand over the dominance of the battle to the Wrestling Eagle. He had beaten it so many times, and it had lived in the wild for a long time, so no matter how stupid it was, it knew how to fight independently.

On the contrary, Laplace is the elf that Bai Jiaying hatched from the fairy egg, and it is still carrying out Bai Jiaying's last order, trying to blow the feathers away with the freezing wind.

However, the speed at which the cunning Wrestler Hawkman used the feather dance to replenish his feathers was undoubtedly far faster than the speed at which Laplace's freezing wind could blow them away.

After all, one is condescending and sprinkles feathers around 360 degrees without dead ends, while the other is on the ground, and the cold wind blowing out is only about a fan of about 120 degrees.

From time to time, a large number of feathers and hailstones were blown away by the cold wind and scattered outwards. After revealing a glimpse of the battle group, they were immediately covered by new feathers and a steady stream of hailstones.

Bai Jiaying, the trainer of Manjin No. [-] Middle School, became increasingly irritable. She found that things were slipping in an uncontrollable direction, and Cheng Che on the other side looked calm and indifferent, which made her feel more and more bad premonition. strong.

"Laplace needs me to give new orders," Bai Jiaying pressed her forehead and temple with her right hand, "this unfavorable situation must be resolved."First of all, we must solve the field of vision problem! '

scream?useless.

water gun?Nowhere is it stronger than the freezing wind.

surf?No, the feathers and hail came from the sky, and Laplace couldn't raise such a high wave.

Strange light?Wrestling Hawkman will see through, the opponent's command ability is more convenient than mine, and he will be dodged in all likelihood.

White mist?Isn't the vision worse?

Hold on?No, no, it doesn't make much sense to procrastinate for a while.

Get rid of those pesky feathers and... hail.

Have it.

"Laplace," Bai Jiaying let go of her hand, and shouted joyfully, "Laplace, use Rain Asking."

"Boo~", Laplace responded to the trainer's order, and a blue energy ball penetrated the clouds. After a few seconds, the hail gradually disappeared, and the drizzle replaced the hail and landed on the field.

The feathers absorbed the rainwater, and no longer had the ability to slowly float in mid-air, but quickly became heavy and heavy, following the pull of gravity, and quickly rushed to the embrace of the ground.

On the propped up umbrella, the sound of raindrops falling is delicate and soft.

"As expected of a weatherman," Cheng Che looked at the weather, not intending to compete for the weather at all, and gently turned the umbrella, turning out a circle of scattered rain curtains like a child, "Wrestling Eagle, continue to attack, don't give your opponent a blow." A chance to breathe."

"Chamo!"

This order is exactly what Wrestler Eagle wanted. It flapped its wings rapidly, as if hovering in the air, and kicked out its claws in a row. Regardless of whether it was restrained or not, it used the most proficient and fastest skill of Yanhui .

Cheng Che observed for a few seconds without making a sound, acquiescing to the choice of Wrestling Eagle, but silently thinking about it, next time he has to train it, whether he can use the lower kick or split tiles to achieve the same effect.

Da da da... Laplace was powerless to fight for a while, and dodged left and right, but he couldn't keep up with the rhythm of Wrestling Hawkman at all, and became a large target.

'treat?attack?defense? Bai Jiaying hesitated a little, and finally made a choice following inertia: "Laplace, the drop of life."

Stiffly receiving a swallow, Laplace condensed out crystal water droplets with all his strength, which penetrated into the skin almost immediately.

"And then?" Cheng Che suddenly raised an umbrella, and asked loudly at Bai Jiaying who was opposite: "Then use the water drop of life?"

Bai Jiaying froze for a moment, clutched the handle of the umbrella tightly with her right hand, and squeezed out an order between her teeth: "Laplace, drop of life."

The crystal water droplets reappeared, and Wrestling Hawkman naturally had no ability to interrupt this skill, but its skill release frequency was far better than Laplace's life water droplets.

The reality is not the exchange of one of your skills and one of my skills in the game, but the proficiency, the nature of the skill, the release method and other factors determine the release frequency of the skill.

At the same time, Wrestling Hawkman kicked with both feet, hitting Laplace's return skill two to four times; and during this period, Laplace tried his best to dodge Wrestling Hawkman's attack clumsily, One side can only release a drop of life once.

After the hailstorm was changed into rain by Laplace himself, even listening to the discussions in the audience, one could tell that Laplace had become more and more out of money, and his defeat was doomed.

But what Cheng Che cared about at the moment was not the final outcome.

After watching four rounds of water drops of life in a row, Cheng Che couldn't bear it any longer. He slammed the umbrella on the ground hard. The special umbrella was smashed by the huge force close to the master level, making a huge click sound.

The attention of all spectators, referees and contestants was attracted by his sudden and strange behavior.

"Will you be judged negative?" Yan Zhihui asked in surprise.

"It's fine if you don't throw the umbrella into the field," Qiao Kui also looked stunned, and did not forget to explain the students' doubts.

'Why is this kid crazy? ’ Such thoughts flashed through many people’s minds.

The camera outside the battlefield also pointed the lens at the angry face of Cheng Che who was gradually getting wet.

Cheng Che pointed at Bai Jiaying and shouted sharply: "As a trainer, you can't see this kind of battle. Are you just doing useless work? Every drop of life will only make Laplace stay in the spirit hospital after the game." It's just longer."

"Isn't Laplace the elf you hatched? Either win the reversal, or end the game with dignity, and don't let it suffer such unnecessary serious injuries."

Cheng Che knew that what he said would inevitably receive mixed reviews, but he really couldn't see his opponent's meaningless consumption that purely made the elf hurt more.

Wars of attrition have always been defensive and offensive, how can there be such a passive attack while only defending but not attacking?
For a moment, Bai Jiaying's face was livid and her breathing was heavy. She closed her eyes, gritted her teeth and ordered, "Laplace, use the water gun."

bang bang!Wrestling Hawkman hit Laplace's chest and abdomen with two consecutive swallow backs.

boom!At such a close distance, a swirling jet of water sprayed out from Laplace's mouth, hitting the back wing of Wrestling Hawkman accurately.

A second later, the two elves fell to the ground almost simultaneously.

This result stunned the two trainers.

"A draw, the next player from both schools is invited to play."

Ah, well, good people get good rewards?

(End of this chapter)