Elf: Start with a stinky mud

The man looked very young, and his pale skin looked sickly, but the wisdom shining in his red pupils made him appear wise and mighty.

"The Sludge Poison Whip is very fast, but it lacks aggressiveness and destructive power. It may be enough to deal with some Pokémon with weak defenses, but when it comes to those kind of muscular Pokémon with rough skin and thick flesh, it will be too much. Too thin!"

Fang Yin lay on the rocking chair with his arms folded across his chest, looking seriously at the smelly mud in front of him, and said seriously:

"So, you must find more efficient combat techniques to ensure you have the upper hand against the enemy!"

"I hope you won't be impatient or anxious..."

In the abandoned courtyard, he explained patiently in a gentle tone, as if coaxing a child.

"Baiduo! Baiduo!"

Xiuni nodded his head in understanding, swung two mud whips, and violently hit the big tree next to him, sputtering out a cloud of dust.

If this whip hammer were to hit a human body, it would probably smash the bones directly!

However, there are gains and losses. Although the power of these two sludge whip hammers is amazing, their speed is inevitably reduced a lot.

And at certain times, if the whip hammer is used properly, it may have a surprising effect!

"You've done a good job. I estimate that in the past few days, you have absorbed almost all the toxins in the black sludge. It's time for the next transformation!"

The resources redeemed from the underground Pokémon mall have been exhausted, and the effect has reached expectations. The body of the smelly mud has become more condensed, and the black part of the body has gradually deepened, looking like a ball of black goo. Thick mud.

Among them, the corrosiveness of the toxins is more prominent. The mottled bark that has been blasted by the whip hammer is gradually melting and turning into black liquid flowing along the trunk.

"The time left for us is not sufficient."

During this period of time, too many things have happened, especially recently, after the pursuit by the Three Wolf Society and the mutation of his own body, which made Fang Yin feel depressed.

They are now in a difficult situation.

Yesterday, virtual news came from Black Badge. In eight days, he will have his first duel as a fighter. This junior competition area is very difficult and requires Xiuni to show his full strength.

In the underground Pokémon contest, you can only win, not lose!

Fang Yin couldn't bear the consequences of losing the game. If nothing else happened, he would be killed directly!

This level of danger makes Fang Yin eager to enhance his strength. Which trainer who can stand out from the selection competition does not have a few skills?

And if you want to win, you must first have strong strength!

Only with the corresponding strength can you gain benefits in underground Pokémon battles and successfully ensure your survival!

"Baiduo~"

The smelly mud screamed obediently, crawled to Fang Yin's feet with its squirming mud body, stretched out its tentacles and patted his trouser legs, and then looked at him seriously.

"Ok?"

Fang Yin frowned slightly, he could clearly feel Xioni's will.

It seems to want to express something.

The deck chair in the yard creaked, and the man sitting on it slowly stood up.

"Have you decided to move on to a new stage?"

he asked, looking down at the smelly mud.

Xiuni didn't speak, his pure white pupils stared at Fang Yin, and he stubbornly raised his tail tentacles, and an indifferent smell emerged spontaneously.

After a moment, it nodded slowly.

"In that case..."

A smile appeared on Fang Yin's lips.

"Come with me, I'll take you somewhere!"

He said softly: "I will teach you how to become a qualified stinky mud!"

…………

In the afternoon, dark clouds covered the sky, making it hot and humid.

Southeast of Heiyun City, near the power station.

Gray exhaust smoke is lingering, and the air is filled with a pungent smell. Brass metal pipes are crisscrossed, surrounded by rows of iron fences. Buildings stand in reinforced concrete, revealing traces of vicissitudes and time.

This place is a slum!

Fang Yin stood at the entrance of the sewer more than 2 meters high, looking around with slightly complicated eyes.

"Crash-"

In the dark sewer, between the gaps in the barbed wire, bursts of turbid sewage flowed out, making a clear and sweet sound.

The purpose of setting up the barbed wire fence is very simple. In addition to preventing Rattata and Stinky Mud from escaping everywhere, it can also stop some people who don't know the heights and depths of the sky and want to sneak in.

"Squeak~"

At the entrance, several Rattata were looking for food vigilantly. The moment they saw humans, they immediately turned around and ran into the narrow passage, disappearing into the darkness in the blink of an eye.

"If it weren't for the garbage dump, which has been divided up by various forces, I really don't want to come to this ghost place..."

Fang Yin muttered, turned around, stared at the stunned stinky mud next to him, and after pondering for a while, he suddenly spoke.

"The sewers ahead are full of unknown dangers, and even I can't be sure what's hidden inside."

"Smelly mud, if you regret it now, it's still too late..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the smelly mud quickly shook its head and shook itself, its slippery tentacles covered with mucus showing its firm attitude!

"Okay, then blast away this obstructive barbed wire fence for me!"

Fang Yin said without hesitation, his eyes flashed with madness and excitement, and he took a few steps back, leaving space for Xiuni to swing his hammer and hammer hard against the barbed wire in front of him.

Snap, snap, snap——

The whip hammer roared, and every time the hammer fell, it was accompanied by a sharp and sharp impact, and the layers of barbed wire were finally torn apart completely.

"Let's go!"

As the switch sounded, the miner's lamp above Fang Yin's head lit up, illuminating the sewer in front of him. He shook off the green waterproof rain boots on his calves, stepped on the mud full of water, and walked towards the distance.

Behind Fang Yin, Shini followed closely behind him. Along the way, the little rats that were hiding in walls, ditches, and even gaps all hid one after another. This was theirs. The way of living!

Due to the lack of sunlight for a long time, the air in the sewer seemed extremely turbid, and a sour stench hit the face. It also looked very cold and damp.

Especially at night, the temperature inside was at least several degrees lower than outside. Fortunately, Fang Yin was prepared and wore a thick coat and hood, which was barely able to withstand the cold in the sewer.

There is not much sewage and garbage in the slum sewers. It is mainly some foul-smelling sludge. The valuable garbage has long been salvaged and recycled by the staff. Therefore, apart from the lingering stench, it is also considered clean. tidy.

As Fang Yin and others walked along, the surroundings were quiet. Occasionally they would encounter Rattata and Sonic Bats on the road, but in most cases, these little things only dared to watch from a distance and did not dare to approach at all.

As they went deeper, a huge figure emerged from the sewage outlet on the seaside. It stared at the entrance of the sewer with a pair of malicious eyes, and then it slowly swam up with its squirming and slippery slime-like body.

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