Elves: Dark Ages

Inside the villa.

Rama and others were sitting in the living room with excitement on their faces.

Chen Yang pondered for a moment and then said curiously:

"What do you do for a living?"

Hearing this, everyone looked at each other with bitterness in their eyes.

Lance said honestly:

"Brother, I make money by working hard and doing hard work at the dock."

Dunbar was embarrassed and glanced aside:

"I occasionally steal parts and sell them in exchange for some food to maintain basic living expenses."

Lance continued:

"And Rama, he is a drug-testing apprentice in the alchemy shop..."

After listening to everyone's introduction, Chen Yang finally understood why this group of people came to find him.

These people are indeed too poor.

They want change, they want to climb up from the bottom.

Chen Yang looked at the longing in everyone's eyes and made a decision in his heart.

"What forces control the slums now?"

Chen Yang asked.

Rama thought for a moment and said:

"Currently, there are four major forces in the slums. They are the Alchemy Association, the Mechanical House, the Kberg Family and the Red Tiger Gang."

"These four forces, each occupying one side, have a very wide sphere of influence and a large number of people spread throughout the slums."

Rama said this with a look of fear on his face.

He glanced at Chen Yang and continued:

"Among them, the most powerful one belongs to the Alchemy Association."

"Their president owns a Roentgen cat, which is very powerful."

"The three of us, relying on the smelly mud and a small piece of territory, can barely survive."

Rama told all the information about these four major forces without hiding anything.

Chen Yang was thoughtful and nodded slowly.

Then, Rama, Dunbar and others talked a lot about their lives in the slums over the years.

……

Everyone was chatting very enthusiastically, and time passed by unknowingly.

In the end, Rama's face gradually became cloudy and uncertain, as if he was hesitant to speak.

"What's the matter, Rama?"

Chen Yang looked at him and asked calmly.

Rama gritted his teeth and said:

"Brother, have you ever heard of the ghetto, the underground Pokémon battle?"

"Oh?"

Chen Yang raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice:

"You are not involved in this, are you?"

"Yes."

Everyone nodded helplessly.

"It's the way it is."

He sighed and told Chen Yang his experience in detail.

It turns out that they had a turf war with the Hound Gang next door.

The two sides are deadlocked.

In the end, Rama proposed that they participate in an underground Pokémon duel, and the winner would gain the territory owned by the other party.

The underground Pokémon battle is similar to Black Fist, but more cruel. There is no room for maneuver other than life or death.

"This death match is in 3v3 mode."

"But I only have one stinky mud..."

Rama looked worried.

Chen Yang looked directly into his eyes and wrote lightly:

"I understand, you want me to participate in the competition on your behalf, right?"

Rama was stunned for a moment, a little embarrassed and did not dare to look at Chen Yang:

"I know it's a bit abrupt. If brother doesn't want to..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Chen Yang:

"This is a rare opportunity."

Chen Yang's philosophy is that the weak eat the strong and the fittest survive. No one can guarantee that he will not perish.

Since you have the strength to compete, you should fight hard.

He stared at Rama:

"When does it begin?"

"Brother, tomorrow night."

Rama lowered his head and spoke in a low voice.

Hearing this, he was silent for a moment:

"Well, okay, I will go find you tomorrow!"

Everyone immediately stood up and bowed to Chen Yang:

"Brother, we will definitely live up to your expectations!"

"Ah."

Chen Yang nodded slightly and waved.

After Rama exchanged contact information, he led everyone out of the villa.

Watching their leaving figures, Chen Yang fell into deep thought, thinking about this underground Pokémon battle.

"Everything is difficult at the beginning..."

Chen Yang sighed inwardly.

……

the next day.

Night fell and it was pitch black.

In an empty slum area on the western outskirts of the city, there were several dilapidated carriages parked in front of an abandoned factory.

Chen Yang led everyone and walked out of the carriage.

The air was filled with the smell of rot and mold. It was obvious that this place had been abandoned for a long time, and there were few people around it.

In front of the factory, there was a row of broken motorcycles parked, some with only tires left and sparks coming out.

The young man stood on the side of the motorcycle, his eyes indifferent, and he was smoking.

Ma Xuanla beside him was licking his sharp claws, and his ferocious aura overflowed from his body.

In front of it, there were several people standing, wearing black leather jackets, leather pants, sneakers, and colorfully dyed hair.

Seeing Chen Yang approaching, these people immediately stopped smoking, turned their heads and looked at Rama and others.

"Hahaha, I thought you were too scared to come!"

"Hey, it seems that little Rama still needs to hire foreign aid?"

A strong man with a stubbly haircut, his mouth curved in a mocking manner.

Rama turned his monocular glasses and smiled:

"This is my eldest brother..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Chen Yang walking forward.

Chen Yang was tall and tall, with bulging muscles that gave people a suffocating feeling of oppression.

"It doesn't matter what my name is, I'm just happy to beat everyone to death."

He said to everyone, his tone was extremely indifferent.

"Insanity!"

"I want to see how you beat me to death?"

Mahuola's trainer took long strides and walked out from behind the crowd.

"Brother, he is the boss of the Hound Gang, Mad Dog Anson!"

Rama pointed to the young man in front and explained.

There is a hideous scar on Anson's face, and his eyes are long and narrow, making people feel heart-stopping.

"Dear Magistrate of the House of Mechanics, may we begin?"

He looked up at the top of the abandoned factory and said humbly.

A man in black robes was seen floating above, overlooking the people below.

He is tall and has a powerful aura. Three mechanical tentacles flutter behind his back, exuding an icy aura.

Two steam drones circle the entire venue.

"This 3v3 deathmatch mode has officially begun."

The man in black robe's voice was hoarse, like a mechanical synthesis.

The Hound Gang, Rama and others immediately retreated to leave enough space.

The corners of Anson's mouth curled up, and an evil light flashed in his eyes.

"Mahuola, tear everything apart!"

Anson ordered.

"Nura!"

It shook its claws, exuding cold air, and jumped towards the battlefield.

"Tch, Mahuola!"

Rama looked very ugly, and he had been defeated by it before.

"Rama, brother, can you do it?"

Dunbar asked cautiously.

"Don't worry, according to the feedback I got from you, my eldest brother is not on the same level as us."

Rama said very firmly.

"That's good."

Lance also breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at Chen Yang:

"Brother, come on."

Chen Yang nodded slightly:

"Single scabbard, draw the sword and drink the blood!"

As he finished speaking, a sharp ancient sword floated out from his shadow.

In the first battle, Chen Yang planned to warm up the single scabbard first and get familiar with his own strength.

"Zheng!"

The scabbard of the single sword made a sharp scream, and fierce murderous intent rose into the sky.

"Mahuola, always pay attention to the shadows around you!"

Anson looked a bit ugly, the ghost type was notoriously difficult to deal with.

"Single scabbard, light body."

Chen Yang's eyes were sharp and he commanded calmly.

"Zheng!"

Metal light flashed, and its sword body became lighter, as if it were nothing.

Whoosh whoosh.

The single sword scabbard moved quickly, and in the blink of an eye it was in front of Mara, and stabbed hard at its neck.

"Metal claws!"

The sword blade and claws collided together, and a string of sparks shot out.

The two forces canceled each other out and no one was injured.

"Slash."

Chen Yang said calmly.

"Zheng!"

The single scabbard launched another fierce slash, allowing Ma Xuanla to deal with it frequently.

"Frozen wind, blow it away!"

Marsala let out a sharp cry, and a freezing wind blew up instantly, blowing all the surrounding leaves into the air.

The two elves got into a fierce battle and were inseparable.

"Okay, what a good fight!"

Rama's face was filled with joy.