Pokémon: What should I do? My father-in-law always wants to tear me apart

On that thrilling battlefield, the sky was filled with dazzling light and raging flames.

Necrozma was like a demon in the dark, emitting a terrifying aura. Its long-accumulated prismatic laser carried a devastating momentum, and it rushed towards Charizard like a bright and deadly ray of light.

Charizard was not to be outdone. It spread its huge wings and spewed out huge, blazing flames from its mouth. The flames seemed to set the sky on fire. It fearlessly faced Necrozma's attack.

However, Necrozma's power was too great, and its prismatic laser broke through Charizard's huge flames that were enough to burn everything.

In an instant, the powerful energies collided with each other, causing a violent explosion. The light shone like the sun, and the shock wave spread in all directions at an astonishing speed.

Liu Qianyu was at the center of this terrifying impact. He felt an overwhelming force sweeping towards him. His body was like a fragile leaf and was instantly blown away by the powerful impact.

In a dazzled state, he fell uncontrollably towards the cliff. The cliff was bottomless, like a huge dark mouth that was going to swallow him mercilessly.

As Liu Qianyu fell, he could hear the sound of strong wind whistling past his ears. The sound of the wind was like a roar from hell, sharp and shrill, constantly hitting his eardrums.

His mind was blank, as if his soul had been taken away, leaving only his body falling in free fall.

During the fall, his body kept hitting the hard and rough rock walls of the cliff uncontrollably.

Every collision was like being hit hard by a sledgehammer. The severe pain invaded every inch of his nerves like a surging tide, spreading from his limbs to his entire body, as if to swallow him whole.

"No, I can't win. We are not even on the same level."

Liu Qianyu was thinking hard in this endless pain, and that thought kept echoing in his mind like a death knell of despair.

He turned over with difficulty, and every movement seemed like he was enduring great torture, as if thousands of needles were piercing his muscles.

He raised his head, his eyes piercing through the dense smoke and dust as he looked at the huge figure of Necrozma that seemed to block out the sky and the sun, and a deep despair rose in his heart.

It is a feeling of powerlessness when facing absolutely powerful force, as small and fragile as an ant looking up at a mountain or a mantis trying to shake a tree.

He had also fought with legendary Pokémon before. In those fierce battles, he basically won more and lost less thanks to his outstanding training skills and tacit understanding with Pokémon.

He was also proud of this. After all, as the Chinese champion, he had his own glory and confidence.

He has always believed that he is at the top of the pyramid of trainers. Although he is not the strongest in terms of strength, he is one of the best in the world.

However, when facing Necrozma, an incredibly powerful being, he realized how insignificant his past victories were.

In the face of Necrozma's devastating power, he and his Pokémon were like a small boat in a storm. They were no match at all. All their skills and tactics seemed so pale and powerless in the face of the absolute power gap.

Just when he thought he was going to die here, an ancient tree growing across the cliff caught him like a pair of helping hands of fate.

He fell heavily on the branches of an ancient tree like a falling meteor. At that moment, he felt as if all the bones in his body were falling apart, as if every bone was disassembled and reassembled. The pain from the dislocation almost made him faint.

All his internal organs seemed to have shifted out of place, and the severe pain coming from inside his body made it difficult for him to breathe.

He barely raised his head, his eyes full of pain.

There was a thin layer of mist all around, which was like a soft veil, bringing a slight coolness, gently brushing across his face, making his originally confused consciousness a little clearer.

The branches of the ancient tree were thick and strong, like ancient guards, but they could not withstand his sudden, cannon-like impact and made a "creaking" sound.

The sound seemed particularly abrupt in this silent environment, as if the ancient tree was groaning in pain.

Liu Qianyu tried to move his wounded body, and every slight movement felt like countless steel needles piercing his nerves.

The piercing pain instantly overwhelmed him like a surging tide, causing the movement he had just started to come to an abrupt halt. Beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead.

"call--"

Suddenly, a whistling sound cut through the air. Liu Qianyu looked in the direction of the sound and suddenly saw the huge body of the Charizard falling straight down from a high altitude.

It was like a meteorite that had lost its power, drawing a desperate arc across the sky.

There were circles in Charizard's eyes, and its eyes, which were originally bright and full of fighting spirit, were now dim. It was obvious that it had exhausted all its strength in the fierce battle with Necrozma and had completely lost its ability to fight.

Seeing this, Liu Qianyu became extremely anxious.

He clenched his teeth and forced himself to hold back the severe pain that almost swallowed him whole.

His lips trembled slightly from the exertion, and veins popped out on his forehead.

With his tenacious will, he used his remaining strength to struggle to take out Charizard's Poké Ball from the belt full of Poké Balls around his waist.

His fingers tightly gripped the Poké Ball, raised it high, aimed it at the falling Charizard, and activated the recall function.

A red light flashed, and Charizard turned into a red light and was taken back into the Poké Ball.

Liu Qianyu breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that if he didn't do this, the unconscious Charizard would inevitably fall into the bottomless cliff, and the consequences would be disastrous.

He looked at the Poké Ball in his hand with serious eyes, and his slightly trembling hand slowly tightened, holding the Poké Ball tightly, as if it was his last hope.

This is his only remaining Pokémon.

In the thrilling and brutal battle with Necrozma just now, his other Pokémon had exhausted all their strength and lost their ability to fight.

At this moment, Liu Qianyu felt as if his body had been run over by a heavy truck, with piercing pain all over his body.

And the heart rate also obviously accelerated, like a rapidly beating war drum, beating wildly in the chest, "boom boom boom", and each beat seemed to break through the chest.

He knew clearly that he was suffering from shock and his condition was extremely critical.

"Cough-cough-"

He suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, and the bright red liquid splashed on the gray cliff, like a flower of the other shore blooming on the edge of death.

He gritted his teeth, trying to keep himself awake.

It seems that the injury was extremely serious this time, with a high probability of internal bleeding, or even worse, direct rupture.

However, after falling from the cliff, he was still alive, which might be a blessing in disguise compared to dying directly at the bottom of the cliff.