Chapter 678

"Funny?" Luther asked, staring at guzma.

"Isn't it funny that you can sleep in the wild and share your breakfast on a plate?"

Guzma was very satisfied with the embarrassment of Luther and his party. His men suffered heavy losses twice in a row. The skeleton team was beaten by one person, which made them a joke.

Since Luther can make others laugh at him, he should also return this feeling of humiliation and let Luther feel it well.

They didn't rob elves or attack people on their own initiative. As for the destruction of the camp, it was done by elves who didn't know where to come from. It had nothing to do with the skeleton team.

From any point of view, the police can't do anything about them.

Guzma is different from those brainless people under his command. He knows where the boundary is. As long as he doesn't take the initiative to cross it, even if he occasionally crosses the edge, he can only be warned.

"Did you let the elves destroy our camp?"

Luther kept rubbing his fingers, and his voice was calm.

"Don't talk nonsense. Can anyone prove that we destroyed your camp?" guzma turned to other skeleton team members and asked, "did you do it?"

"No!"

After the skeleton team answered with one voice, guzma said sarcastically, "you see, it has nothing to do with us. You can't say we did it because we passed by. Colored glasses are not suitable for people."

"You lied, I clearly saw you send out armor warriors to destroy our camp!" Xizhu's students shouted angrily.

"What about the evidence?" guzma's mouth rose. "Who can prove it for you? You say yes, there are more people here, and we say no!"

Seeing that Xizhu's student still wanted to talk back, Luther held him down.

There is no need to tangle with guzma. No matter how you shout, people will only play rogue to the extreme, and in the end, they will only make themselves more angry.

"So it was the armour warrior who broke my backpack?" Luther took a loose sweater out of his pocket.

"This armour warrior is pretty good. I'll take him in later and vent my anger for you? By the way, I haven't asked your boy's name. I bullied the people of our skeleton team twice. I have to know your name."

"Luther." after Luther introduced him, he stretched out his sweater to guzma. "I'll pay for the things in the camp. As for this sweater..."

"You can't afford this sweater. You people can't add it up..."

"So if your brain is broken, why should we compensate?" guzma said.

Luther carefully put the sweater back in a bag, stood up and looked directly at guzma.

Guzma was flustered by Luther's eyes. He clearly didn't seem to have any emotional fluctuations, and his eyes were very calm, but he felt a great disaster for no reason.

"Guzma, fight against the elves with me." Luther shouted, "aren't you called an invincible emperor? What arrogant names. Those I know don't have the courage to call themselves like that."

"People don't talk in secret. I know why you're here. Since you want to fight, don't hide it. Let me see what you are qualified to be called an invincible emperor."

"Luther, who lives on the island in Shenao region, challenges you!" Luther raised the elf ball and aimed at guzma. "As far as I know, armor warriors were called cowards before evolution."

"Guzma, are you a coward or a warrior?"

Luther was laughing when he spoke, but his tone was frighteningly cold.

This kind of him suddenly made Xizhu's students feel a little strange.

In their opinion, Luther is a guy who eats and sleeps, sleeps and eats every day, goes out to play everywhere, and comes back too lazy to move.

The last time they defeated the skeleton team, they saw Luther's strength, but Luther at that time did not exude the breath of strangers like now.

It was like a monster who opened his mouth and ate people. Now he showed his fangs and faced guzma.

Guzma looked dignified. If he dared to be so arrogant, he was sure that he was fully capable of crushing his opponent at the same level.

But now Luther's momentum made him waver.

Guzma always felt that the people in front of him were looking down on him. If he hadn't destroyed the camp or broken his sweater, he would only deal with himself in the way of dealing with his men.

Instead of a formal duel like this.

What's wrong?

He destroyed the camp and let his client have an accident, so he will be fined?

So he's a profiteer?

This can't be so excited about a sweater, can it? No.

In any case, guzma doesn't like the feeling of being looked down upon and underestimated. He has always treated others like this!

Although he felt uneasy, Luther's success angered him. He wanted to teach Luther a lesson and let him understand that momentum alone is of no use.

"OK, I'm going to play next. How do you want to play?" guzma waved his men back to make enough space for the game.

"The game is six to six. Since you are called the invincible emperor, you should have six elves?"

"It's not suitable here. Let's go to the beach," Luther said. "There's a beach and a sea. I don't worry about fighting like this."

Guzma did not oppose Luther's proposal and came to the beach where he met menas before.

Standing on the soft sand, guzma laughed. He thought Luther was stupid and took the initiative to give him such a venue suitable for his fighting style.

"Before the war, I want to say something unimportant." Luther weighed the elf ball in his hand and threw it out.

Instead of howling or threatening to show his teeth, heiruga stepped on the sand and looked coldly at guzma.

Looking down on Luther's choice to give himself the advantage of the elves in the first battle, guzma couldn't help laughing.

"Oh, what do you want to say?"

"I haven't worn that sweater yet. It's brand new," Luther said. "My wife knitted it for me."

"Please enjoy the game." Luther showed his white teeth, but his smile was very penetrating.

With Luther's expression, heluga also showed his sharp teeth.

Guzma has noticed the bad. One of the biggest reasons why he is called the unbeaten emperor is that he rarely participates in the games he is easy to lose.

In his opinion, second place is meaningless. He hates second place, just as he hates the traditional and hot-blooded Kukui.

Until this moment, his experience told him that he was really not sure of winning the game.

However, he was too proud in advance, which led to his death. At the moment, his men are watching him behind his back, hoping that as the boss, he can win Luther, which makes them ashamed.

Guzma has no choice but to bite the bullet!