With the appearance of the little Kirbymon, the atmosphere between Du Ming and the Panshan King was tense to the extreme, and even Sirona was attracted to attention.

She carefully looked at Little Kirby and the Panshan King, and finally came to the conclusion that the strength of the Panshan King was much ahead of Little Kirbymon, and it was not a level at all.

Sirona's level as a trainer is very high, and it is easy to see the contrast in strength between the two elves.

Little Kirbymon will lose.

She couldn't understand Du Ming's move, and it was unwise to challenge the King of the Mountains.

The old man's expression was calm, and he could see through the exact strength of these two elves at a glance.

"I hope this battle will make Amin realize his strength."

To be honest, the old man was a little disappointed, he thought that the two years of elf data collection could exercise Du Ming's eyesight and make his mentality calm, so as to avoid the senseless pride of the rookie trainer.

Obviously, Du Ming did not meet the old man's expectations.

"Squeak"

The King of the Mountains looked at the little Kirbymon, sensing the aura of the little Kirbymon's power, and finally showed a disappointed expression. He also thought that Du Ming would come up with some powerful elves.

From the little Kirbymon, the King of the Mountains did not perceive the slightest threat. It's like an ungrown flower in a greenhouse, too immature.

Du Ming, who was focused on the battle, did not notice the sight of the old man and Sirona. For him, it doesn't matter what others think of it, how they judge the outcome of this battle.

Initial task, it is impossible to fail.

"Little Kirbymon, use your finger swing skill on the Mountain King!" He said immediately.

"Click!"

The little Kirbymon was not affected by the powerful enemy in front of him, but only pragmatically and loyally fulfilled Du Ming's orders.

The fingers waved slightly, and it seemed that some mysterious power would be channeled in the next second.

The disappointment in the old man's eyes became more and more intense, and the last expectation of Du Ming in his heart disappeared. He thought Du Ming had some hole cards.

actually pinned the victory or defeat on the skill of "waving fingers", which is purely based on luck.

The king of the mountain rushed out in an instant, and the speed was extremely fast. The claws that seemed to be able to tear apart rocks shimmered, and they had been blessed with some kind of magical power.

Tear claw.

The power is slightly higher than that of the little Kirbymon's new skill gradually broken, and it is performed by the King of the Mountain, and the level is far different.

Swish!

The little Kirbymon was instantly slapped away by this terrible claw, and its little face was crumbled together, and it seemed to be in great pain. Even so, Kirbymon's fingers didn't stop waving.

The air suddenly became scorching.

It was as if the flames had burned up all the filth in the world, and before they knew it, the old man and Sirona were already sweating profusely, looking at the flames suspended in the sky with horrified eyes.

"Emperor Yan, King Feng? How did they end up here? ”

Such a special flame aura, he had only felt on those two divine beasts.

"That's not right!"

The old man finally reacted, this was definitely not the presence of the divine beast in person. It's a skill summoned by a little Kirbymon with a wave of his fingers!

Theoretically, it is completely possible to summon the skill of a divine beast with a wave of a finger, and it is difficult to summarize the pitifully low probability of a simple one in six hundred.

"Sacred Fire!"

Du Ming smiled.

Sacred Fire is a fire-based skill exclusive to the Phoenix King and the Flame Emperor, although it is an extreme flame, it is a physical attack, which is very suitable for the little Kirbymon.

Moreover......

Watching the divine fire suddenly fall, enveloping the entire King of the Mountain. The terrible flames clung to the Panshan King like a tarsal stool.

The flesh and blood of the King of the Mountains burned like fuel, burning with the sacred fire. When the sacred fire dissipated, Du Ming could see the fiery red traces on the body of the Mountain King, and the faint flickering flames on it made people shudder.

It is in a burning state.

The Panshan King, who has endured this negative state, will not only continue to get worse injured, but even his strength will be halved.

The Divine Fire has a 5 percent probability of attaching a burn state, and with Du Ming's current luck, it is simply reasonable to happen to meet that 5 percent.

"Finger swinging skills with good luck fruits, strong and invincible."

In elven battles, finger swinging is definitely the skill that relies on luck the most. If you're lucky enough, you can even channel a skill that reverses the whole world.

But in a formal elf game, no one uses a finger wave at all.

There is too much uncertainty, and this is a complete gamble on victory, and most of the time the gains outweigh the losses.

Du Ming is now a crazy gambler, he gives up gradual breaking, instant amnesia, and even treasures. He put all his bets on the skill of finger swinging!

However, Du Ming, who had just eaten the fruit of good luck, was so lucky that he was so good that it was impossible to predict what skills he would lead with a wave of his fingers.

"Kirbymon, keep waving your fingers!"

"Punch"

The little Kirbymon, who was intoxicated by such a powerful power, trusted Du Ming even more.

It was a simple wave of his finger, but it attracted the attention of everyone present.

Sirona hadn't recovered from the shock of the Divine Fire, she didn't see much surprise in Du Ming's eyes, as if it was a matter of course for the little Kirbymon to summon the Divine Fire with a wave of his fingers.

Could it be that he had known that the Divine Fire would come down with the wave of his fingers?

"Probably not." Sirona denied her conjecture: "The wave of a finger is inherently unpredictable, predicting in advance, controlling the outcome, this kind of thing is simply impossible." ”

She shook her head and continued to read.

The Burning King of the Mountain not only became extremely weak, but even his will to fight was shaken.

Quicksand hell.

The King of the Mountains has not given up the fight yet.

The effect of Quicksand Inferno is similar to that of a vortex of fire, both of which are continuous skills. To be honest, Du Ming was a little worried, with the level of the little Kirbymon, I am afraid that it will not last long.

After all, the level of the king of the mountain is too far ahead.

"Fortunately, the king of the mountain is in a burning state, and the physical attack is directly halved, otherwise I really don't know how to fight." Du Ming secretly rejoiced.

The Holy Fire, the timing of the arrival is too good, and at the beginning of the battle, it blessed the King of the Mountains with such a powerful negative state, minimizing the threat of the King of the Mountains.

"Punch"

Under the influence of the quicksand hell, the ground beneath Kirbymon's feet became soft and began to flow. The little Kirbymon, whose entire paw is trapped in it, will not only suffer damage, but also have its movement restricted.

In the wind and sand, a green light suddenly rose, covering the scenery in front of him.

Just by looking at the visuals, you know that this skill is extraordinary.

"The results are outstanding."

From the green light, it can be preliminarily judged that the skills guided this time are grass attributes, and they have a strong restraint against the ground system of the mountain king. However, the green light was so strong that Du Ming couldn't tell what kind of skill it was for a while.

Sirona suddenly exclaimed, "Shemy's exclusive seed flash!" ”

She had fought against Shemmy before, and she had lost badly in that battle, and she still can't forget Shemy's powerful seed flash.

The old man frowned, he didn't expect that Du Ming would actually guide the skills exclusive to the divine beast with two waves of his fingers.

It's incredible.

"Could it be that Armin had predicted that the little Kirby beast would win with a wave of his fingers, so he fought against the Panshan King?" The old man secretly exclaimed: "Is it possible to control the result of waving your fingers?" ”

Even the old man couldn't help but be confused.

The element of luck was ruled out by the old man from the beginning, if it was really luck, Du Ming could not be so sure. He knew that Du Ming had never drawn anything good since he played games and drew cards.

So the old man passed by with the correct answer.

Hearing Sirona's words, Du Ming was able to confirm.

"It turned out to be a seed flash skill. Then, the special defense of the king of the mountain should have dropped significantly. Du Ming said secretly.

Seed Flash has a 4% chance of greatly reducing the opponent's special defense, and the next use of special attacks can deal damage close to critical hits.

"Keep using your fingers!"

Time, space, fluctuations.

These three words flashed through Du Ming's mind, and when he came back to his senses, the Panshan King, who had just finished performing the splitting skill, suddenly didn't move. His eyes widened as if he were a stone sculpture, maintaining a retreating posture. The Panshan King's feet didn't even touch the ground, and his entire body was frozen in the air.

Time, light, roar, roar!

It is true that the roar of time was unleashed by the pitiful special attack of the little Kirbymon, and the power was not strong, and it did not have the power of the divine beast Emperor Luka at all, but it completely deprived the King of the Mountains of the right to use his skills next.

"Use a wave of your fingers." Du Ming said.

Little Kirbymon nodded in understanding, and waved his little finger again, causing a movement that tugged at everyone's hearts.

The space was torn, and the tiny cracks revealed the darkness of the abyss.

It is the dragon skill sub-air crack that belongs to Paluki. Corresponding to the roar of time, they represent time and space, respectively.

The Yakin Rift hits a critical hit.

The effects of the roar of time dissipated, and the King of the Mountains regained consciousness, only to find himself slowly falling.

The king of the mountain loses its combat effectiveness, and the winner is ...... Du Ming.