It was another sunny morning. The long-winged gulls on the deck chirped crisply, and one or two Pipi Whales appeared from time to time.
These round, chubby creatures were very docile. Perhaps it was because the evolved Howling Whale King was big enough that they were very interested in the cruise ship, which was much bigger than the Howling Whale King.
It was said that if a Pipi Whale appeared on a ship sailing at sea, then the ship would be blessed by the God of the Sea and would have a smooth journey.
However, when Mo Yan accidentally saw a crew member sneakily put the Pipi Whales that were following them into a pokeball and replaced them with a new batch of energetic ones, Mo Yan felt that no one would believe such a rumor anymore.
Who would be the scapegoat!
Not in the mood to admire the blue sea and blue sky, Mo Yan took Pichu out of the arms of an unfamiliar girl. Then, ignoring the other party's anger, he went straight back to his room.
"Hmph!"
Mark, who was teasing Pichu in the living room, deliberately snorted loudly when he saw Mo Yan come in, as if he was afraid that the other party would not hear him.
Mo Yan heard him, but ignored him.
Obviously, Mark was still holding a grudge against Mo Yan for participating in the tournament. However, after seeing him defeat all his opponents, Mark felt that his position was becoming more and more untenable.
In fact, Mark had long regretted his actions of stopping Mo Yan last night, but he could not bring himself to apologize to him.
Now, Mark snorted out of reflex. Seeing that Mo Yan ignored him, he panicked.
Boss wouldn't be angry, right?
Mark felt wronged. How did he end up with such a boss who did not even care about his own thoughts?
He promised that as long as Mo Yan took the initiative to apologize to him … to take the initiative to talk to him … it would be fine. He would forgive Mo Yan.
"George, when are we eating?"
"It's almost done. Wait a little longer."
"Call me when it's done. I'm going back to my room."
After Mo Yan and George finished talking, he walked straight back to his room. He did not even look at Mark, who raised his head like a quail.
I've spoiled you!
Behind the sofa, the Abbo-monster poked its head out and sensed the resentment that was about to materialize around its master.
We don't know why, and we don't dare to ask. Let's just leave …
At 9 pm, Mo Yan estimated that the competition in the advanced division was about to start, so he prepared to leave for the competition.
When he arrived at the living room, Mo Yan saw that Mark was reading a book, which was a rare sight.
However, for books, it's not popular to print the cover upside down, right?
Mo Yan was surprised to find that Mark was still throwing a tantrum, and George, who was beside him, looked over with a gloating expression.
"… My match is about to start. Do you two want to watch?"
"I'm fine with anything, Mark. What about you?" George threw the question to Mark, pretending to be innocent.
Mark raised his head and looked at Mo Yan pitifully. Those who didn't know would think that he was being bullied.
"Are you going?" Mark asked again, amused.
"Of course, why wouldn't I go! Without my protection, you might lose the competition if your luck is bad! " Mark felt that he had finally won a round, so he happily threw down his book and ran out first.
…
When the three of them arrived at the competition venue, Mo Yan was taken away by the staff, while George and Mark ran to the spectator seats, not forgetting to bet on Mo Yan's victory.
The competition in the advanced division usually started at 10: 30 pm and ended at 3 am. Although the day and night were reversed, there were still many people who came to watch.
The biggest difference between the advanced division and the warm-up competition was that the prize money for each participant was at least a hundred thousand, and there was also a 5% bonus after winning.
Don't underestimate this 5%. As long as Mo Yan won, the bonus he received would not be less than the basic prize money.
Here, as long as you had the ability, it wasn't difficult to make money. The difficult part was to keep winning and maintain enough ability, just in case.
After all, it was not uncommon for elves to lose limbs or even die.
Soon, it was 10: 30 pm. As the new king of the newcomers, Mo Yan was arranged to participate in the first round of the advanced division.
When the opponent appeared on the podium, Moyan's brows furrowed slightly.
Abel, nicknamed the Broken Limb, contestant number 48. Just from his nickname, one could tell that this gentle-looking opponent was a pervert.
However, Mo Yan was not afraid, but he was more alert.
At this time, a large turntable suddenly appeared on the big screen. The turntable had two circles in total.
The inner circle was divided into three parts, with the words "single", "double", and "mixed" written on it.
The outer circle was divided into four parts, with the words "1", "2", "3", and "4" written on it.
"Contestants, please draw the rules of the competition!"
The turntable on the big screen spun quickly. Abel was the first to stop, and the inner circle stopped at the word "mixed".
At the same time, the numbers on the outer circle of the turntable changed to "3" and "4". In other words, the entire outer circle was left with "3" and "4", each taking up half.
Mo Yan looked at the turntable on the big screen speechlessly. Using this method to select the rules of the competition, it could be completely controlled from the inside.
However, the audience liked it. Seeing that the other party had chosen a mixed battle, the outside of the arena instantly became lively.
As for whether it was a mixed battle between three or four elves, there was no difference. Anyway, the more elves there were, the more exciting and exciting the fight would be, and the happier the audience would be.
"Stop ~"
Mo Yan cooperatively shouted stop, and the needle stopped at the number "3". This also meant that the rules of the competition were a 3v3 mixed battle.
Mo Yan himself felt that he was wasting his word count by doing so many fancy things.
Fortunately, the referee did not delay any further and directly announced.
"Contestants, please send out your elves!"
Bang bang bang …
A series of pokeballs were opened, and in an instant, six elves appeared on the arena at the same time.
On Mo Yan's side, Mega Tooth Shark, Alidos, and Marsala stood side by side.
However, very quickly, Alidos retreated to the back, and Mega Tooth Shark and Marsala automatically blocked Alidos.
On Abel's side, it was Naughty Thunderbolt, Rumble Rock, and Wonderful Frog Flower.
Because three elves were sent out at the same time for a mixed battle, their attributes could be complemented to a certain extent. Therefore, the more important thing was to look at the overall strength of the elves and the command of the trainer.
In terms of strength, Abel's three peak elite-level elves had completely crushed Mo Yan's side in terms of level.
The first round of the high-end competition showed a very unfriendly side to young contestants like Mo Yan.
Those who could enter the high-end competition area were almost all below high-level elite-level.
"Let the competition begin!"
The referee's voice sounded. Mo Yan and Abel did not hesitate at all and issued the order at the same time.
"Mega Tooth Shark, Surf! Alidos, Poison! Marsala, Sword Dance! "
"Double Roll, Vine Whip Dance!"
What kind of weird order was that? Mo Yan ridiculed while secretly being vigilant.
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