He is a streamer and a part-time Pokémon trainer.

As for why it is a master duel - this reason is consistent with what he said.

He wants to defeat Mo Qiu in the field he is best at. You must know that the system will find a proxy to carry out the gambling battle. Arceus, the God of Creation, understands this very well. N has been instilled with a sense of crisis since he was a child. An imaginary enemy, and now he has a chance to prove that he can defeat this lifelong enemy, which is a very meaningful act for N.

At a small level, it is about letting go of one's obsession and defeating the inner demons. At a big level, it involves two Arceus' conflicting beliefs and praying for plunder, which is an important matter that cannot be taken lightly.

But what N never expected was...the opponent didn't play according to the routine at all!

Until N was flying in the air, he hadn't realized what he had experienced. In his mind, the normal process was for both parties to meet formally, exchange names politely, arrange a fight on his side, and the other party would gladly accept it, and then there would be another one. The exciting and colorful fight between dragons and tigers will finally lead to a winner.

Of course it would be better for him to be the winner. This proves that so many years of hard work have not been in vain. If it is the other side, N is not unacceptable. He will not be defeated so easily. He will only practice harder and strive for his own beliefs and Faith, win it back next time.

but...

The young man opposite, who seemed to have a kind smile, was elegant and humble, took action directly!

N stood up from the ruins, patted the dust and rocks on his body, and waved his hand suddenly.

Behind him, his face was full of anger, and the twin dragons of Tao that were ready to move temporarily stopped and took a few steps back.

Seeing this, Mo Qiu snorted, waved his hand, and whispered: "The other side is very particular, that's all, we won't be the first to use the first-level god."

Chao Meng, who had already gathered strength in the palm of his hand to break through, imitated Mo Qiu and snorted coldly, and gave up reluctantly. The Y-bird landed a little aggrievedly, retracting its wings. The Dark Horse King dismounted gracefully, and said with a hint of drunkenness. Focusing on the battlefield with his sharp eyes, he took out a small wine flask of the same style as Lao Li and began to sip it one sip after another.

The meaning is obvious - this is a matter between two humans and has nothing to do with gods.

Although there is still some doubt whether these two are human beings.

This decision is also very wise. If the first-level god uses real fire, the city of Newt will not be spared and will become a scorched earth. Neither Mo Qiu nor N are willing to see the consequences. arrive.

"I see, do you have this kind of personality?"

"Compared to more fair and reasonable solutions, I prefer to deal with problems with fists."

"As expected of a believer in that alien god, he is as rude as the Lord you believe in."

"Okay, you have to challenge, I will accept it."

As soon as he said this, Mo Qiu narrowed his eyes with a smile.

"Hahaha - let me tell you, Brother Hunchback, look at what you look like in the eyes of your old friends - rude!"

"Even I have been forcibly defined. What a joke. How can a kind and promising young man like me be associated with rudeness?"

The Porygon who leaned over the system rolled his eyes crazily, not even bothering to complain, and just gave an instruction.

"Okay, don't be poor. To them, we are [heretics] and will be burned at the stake."

"How do you expect to have a good image?"

"Hurry up, fight quickly, we have wasted enough time!"

Hearing this, Mo Qiu shrugged, nodded slightly, and said nothing. He stepped hard, causing the whole ground to tremble slightly. With this reaction force, his body rose into the air like a cannonball, and his fists Clenching tightly, like those powerful hunters at the top of the food chain, they pounced in the direction of N.

And N, who stood up from the ruins, actually raised his fists and took a posture, staring at Mo Qiu's direction with glaring eyes, as if to identify his movement trajectory, and at the same time stepped forward.

"Hoho, you didn't run away, but came towards me instead?"

"What courage!"

Mo Qiu, who does not feel guilty at all for bullying the weak, intends to teach the naive new king of Plasma a lesson in a way that is consistent with his attribute of "fighting evil".

He also succeeded.

N is a typical person who has no idea - the elite education he received since childhood included fighting skills, and there are many types. The teacher Quechis hired for him is also the best, and N's physical condition and mental strength are also good. , it stands to reason that he should learn something.

This is the fact. Now N, with his own skills alone, can't easily get close to three or five strong men from Hezhong. Of course, this refers to fighting with bare hands, without using Hezhong Iai.

Probably...equivalent to the fifth grade level of Mo Qiu Elementary School.

This is not an exaggeration. Under the training of his grandfather, Mo Qiu was able to use his agility and martial arts to exert his strength when he was in elementary school. He could face the siege of three strong adult men and defeat them one by one.

In other words, regardless of the decisive factors such as physical strength, speed, and strength, just talking about the gap in fighting skills, if N is an impressionist art teacher in a third-rate university, Mo Qiu is the reincarnation of Monet.

The two are not of the same magnitude at all.

This can also be seen from the battle situation. After the two people got close like a comet hitting the earth, N was basically beaten unilaterally.

Mo Qiu didn't even use any professional moves. He just relied on his own experience, some simple retreating and turning dodge skills, and the most basic swinging and straight punches to defeat N to a complete defeat.

If we compare the same scenario, we can think of it as the player in Wushuang clearing the minions, and N is the popular general among the cleared minions who is slightly better at fighting.

But...it was clear that he had the advantage, but Mo Qiu's face was not very relaxed, and his brows even wrinkled.

"What kind of sandbag is this! Huh...huh..."

Mo Qiu, who was panting even as he spoke, stepped back slightly, distanced himself, and began to question the system.

"The strength of my attack just now was able to destroy at least twenty nut dumbbells above the gym leader level. However, after basically eating all of them, I quickly stood up without changing my expression. Not to mention being injured and bleeding, there was even a bruise on my body. Can’t even stay?”

"The gua sha master in the bathhouse is nothing more than that!"

"After fighting for a long time, I was so tired that my back was sore, but the guy on the other side was unscathed. He fell down countless times, then got up and charged to try to touch me - if I really let his fist hit me today. With my face, my mentor will probably kick me out if I go back, it’s so embarrassing!”

After taking a breath, Mo Qiu looked at N with a very fearful look.

"..."

"Is it hard to understand?"

"Think about why you are so strong now?"

"Where did your soul and your extraordinary physical fitness come from?"

Mo Qiu was silent for a moment, then whispered: "Slate??"

The system paused and continued communicating with Mo Qiu.

"Absolutely, Aqiu, you swallowed the slate from your fist, and now you have the perfect body that can face God directly."

"The green-haired guy opposite doesn't have a second stone slab, but... he has a better treasure."

"I guess he should be protected by a part of Arceus's creation power."

"If my guess is true, then let's not waste our efforts. The speed you inflict trauma on him is far less than the speed he can repair himself."

Mo Qiu was speechless and said angrily: "If you didn't tell me earlier - what should we do now? Can we still surrender?"

The system didn't take it seriously and said: "It's okay... If you can't beat a real person in PK, just settle for the next best thing. Didn't he just ask for a duel with your master?"

"No matter how you win, it counts as a win! Both sides are protected by gods, so the bet will definitely be effective and you can't default on it."

Mo Qiu's face turned dark and he began to roar softly.

"Damn! Are you kidding me? I just pretended to be a big deal with my righteous words! You also said that master duel is not my best - now you want me to slap you in the face, right?!"

"How do you open this mouth?"

"..."

Seeing the system starting to pretend to be dead, with a scoundrel look like "I'm confident in your thickness of face", Mo Qiu suddenly patted his head with some depression, sided to avoid N's persistent fist, and kicked this person to the side. The unlucky child was kicked ten meters away.

Then, with a straight face, he took out a Poké Ball from his pocket and tossed it up and down with a very "cheesy" expression.

At the same time, with a bit of angry and murderous intent in his eyes, he stared hard at N, who stood up again and was beaten to pieces but actually didn't do anything at all - this place is so deficient that it must be recovered somewhere else. Come!

"Hmph...I'm really not interested in punching sandbags. Stop putting your face on my fist."

"This is my kindness to you! I really have no desire to accept such an easy victory."

"As you wish, I'll give you a little lesson in my second area of ​​expertise!"

"Master showdown, a decisive victory, winner takes all, do you dare to play?!"

Chapter 21 What is the design?

After just a round of "fighting", Mo Qiu was not the most depressed person.

Just think about it, when a boxer hits a sandbag, why can't the person fly the sandbag because of his worries, but as for the sandbag, who has considered the feelings of the sandbag.

N, is now a "sandbag".

This was the first time he felt such deep despair. The young man opposite him was simply a monster. His superhuman physical fitness was not something that should surprise him, because he also had such a thing, but his prophet-like fighting skills and simplicity and efficiency The killing methods were really overwhelming for him.

Although it is said that with the protection of power given by the "Lord", the accumulated damage that may be enough to kill the three king bronze elephants has been eliminated, but N is only a mortal body after all.

In fact, there have been rumors that "N is a descendant of Pokémon" has been circulating in the plasma group. The reason is that N does not have the extraordinary self-healing ability of humans, but self-healing does not mean no injury.

The physical body will feel pain, tiredness and fear when it is still alive.

At the beginning, N was still full of confidence. It was not that he didn't know that Mo Qiu was famous, but there were some things that were different from hearsay and personal experience.

The "Three Heroes" of the Plasma Group all know a little bit about the festivals of the two Creator Gods, and they all have different views on it.

Let’s not mention the other two for now. In N’s case, he is probably in a mental state of “having lived through fire and water for the Creator God for generations.” It is precisely because of this that he has the confidence to be a favored one by God.

In his opinion, everyone is a favored person of the gods, walking the world for the gods, and their physical fitness should be similar. Although you have Yanhuang Chuanwu by your side, I have also learned fighting since I was a child, so I am not necessarily afraid of you.

How can I put it... He didn't see the god he believed in being beaten violently by a polygonal beast.

In the field of "combat", talent + experience can almost determine the outcome [-]% of the time, and in both of these aspects, N was crushed by Mo Qiu. This defeat was expected.

After all, he was beaten into a sandbag. Even if N was as thick-skinned as Mo Qiu, he would still be embarrassed to say that he was evenly matched.

But at this moment, the young man on the other side who turned violent for a second suddenly stopped and even proposed a "Master Showdown" invitation.

For N, this is like an amnesty.

I can't beat you in real-person PK, but my master duel, which was taught by the Lord God himself, can't I beat you?

Friends, what does this belong to? It’s obvious that I haven’t been beaten.

Of course, it could also be that Lord Arceus leaned over Pachira and was hammered by someone because it was too embarrassing and was not shared with his family members by Lord Creation God.

No matter what, facing Mo Qiu's challenge, he had no reason to refuse.

"call...."

"Your Excellency Mo Qiu, have you finally calmed down?"

"The relationship between us is not so bad that we have to use such primitive means to fight to the death."

After suppressing the dizziness in his mind, N stood up. Although his clothes had been beaten into a beggar's outfit, he still maintained his demeanor and spoke in a gentle and polite manner.

"To be honest, I don't like Pokémon battles."

"Pokémon should not be a tool for humans to show off their violence and bravery. They are not weapons."

"The so-called Poké Balls are actually just shackles that bind Pokémon. For an inexplicable reason, they have to risk their lives to fight for their [masters]. I don't understand."

"I'm quite knowledgeable in mathematical sciences, but this has always been an equation that I couldn't solve despite all my efforts."

"but..."

"This does not affect my efforts in the Master Duel. This is a necessary sacrifice to realize my wish!"

N is actually not a talkative character, but when it comes to Mo Qiu, he very much hopes to change this person's mind and make him "return from his lost ways." After all, N is the kind of Virgin-type character who can avoid using the power of gods in order to avoid war. , in his mind, avoiding conflicts is the primary task.

Therefore, he wanted to tell Mo Qiu his ideas and hoped to gain his approval.

It's a pity that Brother Qiu is not a Madonna-type character like him.

Mo Qiu just glanced at N indifferently, turning a blind eye to his words, took out a few poke balls, and then said coldly: "When the nonsense is over, let's solve the actual problem."

“How to get the venue?”

"If there is no God-given venue, there will be no definite scale for the master duel. Or do you want to play with me without any difference?"

"It's not like I can't accompany you."

N was rejected, but he was not angry. He just knelt down half-kneeling, muttered something, and put his hand on the ground, like a believer praying devoutly.

About half a minute later, the place where N's palm was connected to the earth began to glow.

The mild light, which was not strong, slowly rippled like a tide, gradually enveloping the entire "Insect Swarm Nest". This process lasted for about 3 minutes.

After that, N stood up unsteadily, his face looked a little tired, and suddenly he seemed even more tired than being a sandbag.

"After waiting for a long time, it is not a difficult task for me to temporarily create a god-given venue by using some of the powers given by my Lord."

"Please, Your Excellency Mo Qiu."

Mo Qiu narrowed his eyes, his mind turned, and he began to communicate with the system.

"It seems that you are right, Brother Hunchback. I'm afraid that the Master of Creation has spent a lot of money on this guy. He has the authority to create a god-given field, and he can easily input the power of creation. He is really rich."

The system agreed with Mo Qiu's words and said, "You're right... I estimate that Brother N is as important to our Creator God as you are to me."