Are there any situations where the opponent falls into a pit and can't be found before the fight even starts?
Shouldn't this be the map's fault?
If I had known this would happen, I would have let Big Flower use its saliva. I was originally planning to scoop Little Flower out before hitting it.
I want to file a complaint!
Cheng Anlang cursed and swore as he operated the battle console, uploading the complaint and screen recording.
Only five matches can be played a day, and the first one was a complete disaster...
Cheng Anlang carried Cheng Dahua downstairs.
"Huh?"
Cheng Dahua was confused; had she won?
Cheng Anlang stammered for a moment before lifting the flowerpot and said, "Your flowerpot has scratches."
"Huh?"
Cheng Dahua immediately bent her stem, her eyes drawn to the flowerpot. Where is it? Where is it?
Cheng Anlang didn't go to match it for the time being. He returned to his seat and forcefully pulled Cheng Dahua out of the flowerpot and planted her in a container full of substrate.
"Aww..."
Cheng Anlang took out the polisher he carried with him and held up the flowerpot: "If you do this a few more times, the bottom of the flowerpot will eventually become thinner and thinner."
Who knows, before the loan is even paid off, I'll have to buy a second one.
Tiny specks of gold fell sparsely with the sound of polishing. Cheng Dahua held up a leaf to catch them, knowing that this stuff was very valuable and could not be wasted.
Cheng Anlang remembered something: "Hey, if you spill dirt on the battle platform in the future, don't pick it up. We have enough money to buy dirt. We made a lot of money last night, so there's no need to be frugal."
"Ouch."
Cheng Dahua nodded.
After polishing the flowerpot, Cheng Anlang looked at the leaves that Cheng Dahua was holding up like a treasure.
Cheng Anlang: You can't even pick up this little bit of gold dust, what's the point of giving it to me...
However, in order not to dampen Cheng Dahua's enthusiasm, Cheng Anlang pretended to pinch the leaves of Cheng Dahua with his fingers, and took out a small bag to put some air in as if he were putting gold dust in it.
Tiny specks of gold were embedded in the soft downy hairs of the cypress leaves, shimmering in the sunlight and adding a touch of elegant nobility to the entire flower, if not for its large head.
Cheng Anlang sprayed it with some reflective agent and started matching for the next match.
Half a minute later, the matchmaking was complete. They were matched with a level 2 butterfly named Butterfly Loves Flower, whose owner was named Flower Beauty. The scene was an ordinary grove of trees.
Cheng Anlang paid no attention to the human's appearance, focusing only on the mutated beast. This was the first time he had encountered a flying mutated beast...
He pondered to himself that if the butterfly flew too high, Cheng Dahua wouldn't be able to reach it. The level two butterflies also lacked ranged attack skills. If neither side made a move, it would be judged as a draw again. Two consecutive matches without any points would be a huge disadvantage.
He looked at the big screen, where the top seven teams were all undefeated and tied on points.
Cheng Anlang: If all else fails, we'll have to have Cheng Dahua kick the flowerpot off and use the roots.
Cheng Anlang said to Cheng Dahua, "You might have exposed roots. Flying birds are hard to hit, so be gentle when you kick the flowerpot..."
"Aww..."
When the time came, Cheng Anlang placed Cheng Dahua into the scene and looked at his opponent.
Hua Jiao was cheering for Die Lianhua. She had a youthful face and a petite stature, and looked quite young. She was wearing a pink tutu with intricate dark patterns embroidered on the hem, which looked very expensive. However, Cheng Anlang couldn't tell, and he wouldn't show any mercy just because his opponent was a cute girl.
Hua Jiao glanced at Cheng Da Hua with disdain: So ugly!
The Butterfly Love Flower can fly onto the battle platform on its own without being held by its owner. It is about the size of two hands, and the patterns on its wings are intricate and colorful, shimmering in the sunlight, beautiful and dreamlike.
A protective shield was erected on the combat platform.
"The little girl looks familiar. Isn't she the youngest daughter of the wealthy Hua family?"
"How do you fight something that flies? Do you jump up to fight it?"
"This little butterfly isn't very good either, it doesn't have any skills, I hope it won't just drag on and end up in a draw again..."
"The Hua family spoils her so much, how could they have found her such a useless mutated beast..."
Cheng Dahua glared menacingly at the person opposite her.
Sunlight streamed through the forest and shone on the Butterfly Flower. The Butterfly Flower flapped its wings, and on the surface, the two seemed to be in a standoff. However, in reality, the Butterfly Flower knew nothing anymore. She could no longer hear her master's fervent calls and commands. All she could see was the dark flower swaying in the wind before her.
Cheng Dahua's large head reflected the colorful black light in the scene, and tiny golden specks shimmered on its light green leaves. The magnificent golden flowerpot made Cheng Dahua look elegant and noble. It howled, its voice so unrestrained and wild, and its exposed teeth so white and sharp, like a true fearless warrior.
Looking at Cheng Dahua's captivating face, Die Lianhua thought: "There really is such an ethereal and stunning flower in the world. Is this the love I've been searching for all these years...?"
It spent its whole life searching for a flower that could make its heart flutter, but it never found one. It tried to befriend a few flowers before. One was too quiet and indifferent, only silently circling the sun in the sky, as if it were an insignificant outsider. Another would shyly shrink away if it was touched lightly, not acting like a flower at all. The last one was quite handsome, but it had too many thorns, and it couldn't get close to it. They separated after a few days together.
It once fluttered alone through countless dark nights.
Silently I wondered, were my expectations too high? Was I really destined to live such a lonely life? Was there truly no flower in the world with which I could connect with its soul?
Now it understands that the flowers of the past were merely mountains blocking its path to love; once it overcomes them, love awaits it in the future.
It let out a soft cry, making a "you~" sound, and recited a poem: I searched for him a thousand times in the crowd, but suddenly when I turned around, I found him where the lights were dim.