Elf: I am really a civilian trainer

Obviously, Jirachi's chain of traps had failed before they were even used.

The young man Mi Yang looked at the turbulent elves for a while, then walked up to Mark and said, "Have you thought of any way to catch the dream?"

"No."

Mark showed a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, and then shook his head.

In fact, he did have some ideas about dreams, but he couldn't express them.

It’s not to prevent the capture method from being exposed or anything like that.

He hadn't thought of any way to capture him.

Because what Dream wants is not to find a human or elf who can catch it through the game of hide-and-seek.

It’s the play itself.

That is to say, when the game of hide-and-seek reaches a certain level and Fantasy enjoys the game, it will most likely let the elves and humans participating in the game find it.

Therefore, for this game of searching for dreams, you don’t need to make any preparations at all. You just need to play with this little guy for some time.

After a few days or dozens of days, the little guy Menghuan will show up on his own.

Without thinking any further, Mark picked up his phone and checked the time: "It's already this time. It seems that I should get ready and go to the capital city of Ruier."

"Heading to the capital city of Ruier? What are you doing in Ruier City at this time?"

Mark said, "Of course it's the semi-finals of the Shia Kingdom College Cup, the match between Hake Elf College and the game will start the day after tomorrow. It seems that they will be shooting a pre-match promotional video tomorrow. I almost was late last time."

Following Mark's words, many elves who were planning to look for dreams suddenly stopped and showed expressions of eagerness to try.

Yes, compared to finding the dream, the College Cup game is obviously more important.

The young man Mi Yang looked around at Mark and the elves around him with a look of surprise.

The Kingdom of Shia is about to fall into chaos, and yet they still have to participate in the College Cup competition and bully the weak ones?

If this was the World Pokemon League Trainer Championship, or even the Shia Pokemon Trainer Championship, it would be fine, but an Academy Cup League set up for young people has such strength. Is it necessary to be so enthusiastic about it?

There was no chance for the young man Mi Yang to complain.

Mi Yang opened his mouth halfway and just wanted to speak when he felt a pulling force and heard Celebi's voice at the same time.

Fifteen hours have passed.

When Mi Yang came to his senses, he had returned to his own parallel world No. 1.

"Labi?"

Celebi looked at Mi Yang, who looked dejected, with a worried look on his face.

Mi Yang shook his head vigorously, his mouth twitching: "No accidents happened. The situation in World No. 2 was unexpectedly smooth. It's just that Mark in that world is really... I don't know how to describe it..."

Chapter 332 Confused

January 1th, Royal Battle Arena, Ruier Elf Academy preparation base.

The young boy Mi Yang stood in the corner with lifeless eyes.

"The College Cup is not only important to me, but also to you. You should come back with me..."

As I recall, Mark seemed to say something to him, like saying that the practical training should be suspended and asking him to participate in the competition or something.

Afterwards, he returned here from the base at Tianzhui Mountain.

Mi Yang leaned against the wall with a dull look in his eyes. At this moment, the players in the preparation room were talking about something. The players were generally in a low mood, and they looked sad and sighing.

What are they sighing about?

Is their father missing too?

Oh, and his father is missing!

Some light appeared in Mi Yang's cloudy eyes. He remembered that his father had been missing for many days, and Clark, who had always been trusted by his father, not only prevented him from calling the police, but also gave various reasons to prevent him from revealing the news of his father's disappearance.

These selfish adults, with their heads full of dark intrigues, are not worthy of his trust.

Two outstanding students of the same age emerged in Mi Yang's mind.

One is the genius trainer of the Shia Northern Land Dragon Gym and the No. 1 on the Shia Kingdom Rising Star List, Zhu Xing.

The other is Paul, the traveling trainer of the Rom Federation, who had faced off against a top-level trainer a few months ago and escaped unscathed.

If it were these two people, perhaps they would be able to understand him and help him find his father.

However, Zhuxing has been traveling around for training in recent years and rarely returns to the Yulong Gym. This is even more true for the traveling trainer Boll, who spends most of his time traveling.

While thinking, a new figure emerged in Mi Yang's mind.

It was the great devil Mark who emerged in recent months, shined in the Shia College Cup, and ranked seventh on the Shia Rising Star List.

Although he is ranked only seventh, his strength is definitely not weaker than Zhuxing and Boll, and is even much stronger.

so……

Mi Yang's pupils kept shrinking, and more memories popped up in his mind.

He found the handsome boy Yan Yong from the Hake Elf Academy, and followed Yan Yong to the northwest corner of the Fallen Leaf Province of the Kingdom of Xia, and finally came to Qingxi Village where Mark lived, and then...

His father Flamin, Mark, the devil's wishing star, himself in another world...

"vomit……"

Mi Yang bent over and retched. Before he knew it, his body was soaked with sweat and his whole body was shaking.

Two days and two nights, dozens of practical training exercises.

He once fought side by side with his father Flamin, launching a reckless charge at the devil's wishing star; he also once joined forces with himself in another world, but was beaten up by Mark's green caterpillar.

In a trance, he seemed to be back to his first practical training.

He didn't take it seriously at first, until his right arm was blown to pieces by the [Destructive Death Ray].

Logically, it would be painful to have his right arm blown open, at least that's what he thought.

But when his right arm actually exploded, he didn't feel much pain, only a numbness and soreness that cannot be described in words, and an itchy feeling.

Of course, it could also be related to the fact that his brain was shutting down at that time.

The moment he discovered his right arm exploded, his mind went blank.

Then, as he was confused, his body inexplicably took a few steps back.

A big hole appeared in his chest at some point.

His life was as fragile as a straw, and as he fell backwards, he even felt that he had fallen into the arms of death.

Then, just as he was about to fall into the arms of death, silver glow and green power appeared alternately, dragging him back from the arms of death.

He came to life.

Perhaps because he saw a big hole in his chest, he thought he was dead.

Ma'la's face was hideous, his body was surrounded by ice and cold air, and he burst out with incredible powerful strength.

He felt that Ma'la might even have burst out a combat power close to that of a king.

However, even though Mamaura had entered a rampage state, he had no power to fight back against Caterpillar and Mark.

Yes, not only Mark's perverted green caterpillar, but Mark himself can also easily beat up the runaway Mamaura.

In vague memory.

Mark and Caterpillar beat up the runaway Mama-la while trying to teach her how to control her runaway power.

Mark said: It is not difficult to rely on emotional outbursts to make your strength run wild. The difficulty is to stay rational in the process and use this rationality to control the power after the runaway.

Under Mark's continuous teaching, his Mamaura gradually regained some sanity, and then controlled his own power according to Mark's instructions, and attacked Mark further and more frantically.

Obviously, the berserk Mamaura didn't know that he had been rescued.

Finally, the exhausted elves such as Mamaura and Xbat were placed next to him.

"During actual combat, the trainer's body is extremely fragile. You must pay attention to your position in the following actual combat training. Okay, you take a break first. We will continue with the next actual combat training in ten minutes..."

Leaving behind a few words, Mark's figure gradually went away. Then, before he could come to his senses, Mark came again, and the second actual combat training began...

The scenes in his memory kept flashing by like a kaleidoscope, and Mi Yang was breathing heavily.

Someone seemed to be saying something in the combat preparation base.

"Everyone cheer up, we are not without a chance of winning. The Elf Battle is a competition full of miracles, and all kinds of miracles will always happen in the arena."

"I know Mark is very powerful, but it is not enough to just train the Pokémon to be strong. Bonds, friendships, and beliefs determine victory. Not only the Pokémon's own strength, but also the bond between us and the Pokémon. This is also the meaning of a trainer's existence."

"Let's believe in our partners who are fighting side by side with us!"

"In the next vanguard battle, I will be the first to go on the field and try to weaken Mark's strength as much as possible. In the second doubles match, I will send the second team and Hasen to further snipe Mark. Then in the core battle, Mi Yang is not in a good condition. Shao Bu, you will replace him. Your elf can restrain Zhou Kuan from Hake Elf Academy..."

Mi Yang leaned against the wall behind him, still breathing heavily.

Dozens of actual combat training sessions, his father Flamin, and himself in another world, all these things combined together made it difficult for him to recover.

By the way, it seems that there was also the event of the split of the Kingdom of Shia, the outbreak of the Chaos Elf Tide, and the reduction of the city of Riel to ruins.

Mi Yang covered his head and suddenly found a figure walking in front of him.

Shao Bu walked up to Mi Yang and said, "Mi Yang, let me play in the next semi-final. Captain Xisi asked you to play before because he wanted you to adapt to the competition and train you in advance.

But if we want to win the next game, we must give our all.

I know you won't agree, so let's follow the rules and have a Pokémon battle. If I win, I'll play in tomorrow's game, how about that? "

"Elves... fighting, isn't that practical training?"

Mi Yang raised his head in confusion.

Shao Bu smiled and said, "It can be 3v3 or 6v6. Of course, if you want to decide the outcome with just one elf, that's fine too..."

Chapter 333 The Growth of Young Mi Yang

Mi Yang followed Shao Bu towards the battle arena in a daze.

Some memories gradually emerged.