Pokémon: Thunder Shatters the Darkness

Of course, there is no limit on the number of preliminaries in the main competition of the two-province professional competition.

In single-player matches, the number of Pokémon that appear will be based on the number of Pokémon registered before the match, with the upper limit being six as per international practice.

Therefore, mature and experienced professional trainers can fully demonstrate their strength at this moment.

There are not many opportunities like this.

There are many competitions for all ages, but most of them have no level restrictions.

Even if there are corresponding job level groups, how can the number of viewers be compared with that of competitions held specifically for the professional level?

therefore.

On the first day of the competition, some people were so happy that they ran around the field, shouting that they would finally have a chance to succeed; others were sad and sat on the ground in disbelief.

Some even regretted participating and wished they could cover their faces with hoods.

...

boom!

Looking at his fat son Ke Ding who was lying on the ground, motionless.

The slightly plump young man was holding the blue super ball and was silent for a long time.

I did say a few harsh words, but did I break any law?

Why do you do this to me?

You don't even give orders, and you're humiliating me like this?

Opposite.

Master Xiong, who had retracted his fist, took a few breaths and straightened his back.

It tilted its head slightly and glanced behind it.

The young man in the distance seemed to be thinking about something and was not paying any attention to this side.

Seeing that the trainer did not respond, Master Martial Bear sighed and looked at the enemy trainer at the end with a slightly pityful look.

Fatty, it’s not that I don’t want to give you face, I just tried my best.

The trainer didn't even look at me.

But strictly speaking, there is actually no problem.

Anyway... I'm already dressed up, so there's nothing wrong with having a "spring" now, right?

around.

In the audience seats closest to the venue, it was not uncommon to hear people pointing and talking.

Most of them watched this scene with great interest.

"Which number is this little fat guy?"

"The fourth one."

"You're killing me, I'm the same way here, so I = Fatty = a professional trainer, is that ok?"

"no problem."

"Haha! If you ask me, he shouldn't have said those things in the first place! What about watching your videos and seeing that they are nothing special? If you have the ability, don't try to be so-so and just go to Master Wudao Xiong..."

"... Now his wish has come true, but why is there no smile on his face? Did he originally want to use up its energy to win, but didn't expect that this martial arts bear master would come all the way here?"

Sounds like these are not uncommon.

front row.

Susu narrowed her eyes and pushed up her round glasses: "Xiaopang lost. He has no ambition anymore."

"I saw."

The boy looked at Master Wudao Xiong with a serious expression, then moved his gaze to the distance, and finally fixed it on the young man.

In the videos about Yang Xiao circulating on the Internet, there are actually not many scenes of Master Xiong fighting against many enemies alone.

Because most of the time, it simply cleans up the mess for its companions and then engages in a fierce 1v1 with the enemy.

There were even many times when it would pant heavily after a 1v1, as if it was about to explode after another round.

But even so, the boys did not underestimate it.

Even before Xiaopang started the fight, he had given him some guidance, asking him to try to use words to attack the boy's mind.

Trash talking is a traditional virtue of trainers and is even a "must-practice item".

Just when the young man really threw out the martial arts bear master to fight, the boy finally breathed a sigh of relief, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth——

I laughed at the boy because he was just a boy, without any strategy and short-sightedness.

The situation was not beyond his expectations.

As he watched, the Martial Bear Master defeated the defensive Pokémon that his partner had specially sent out.

Although his training was average and he didn't cause much damage to the opponent, he managed to withstand many heavy blows.

As expected, Wudao Master Xiong began to breathe heavily.

Just when the boy thought that things would continue to develop as he had speculated, he became more and more silent.

Because he discovered a fatal problem.

This one by Big Bear...how come he was panting from the first one to the fourth one?

Are you trying to scam me here?

"…There's no chance at all. It's a waste for him to come here."

The boy stared at it for a while, and finally just took a deep breath:

"Although Xiaopang has five professional-level Pokémon, three of them were captured in the wild in the past two years... The last one he left was the Diglett, which he captured just three months ago."

"He was beaten like this even though he didn't control himself. What would happen if he really controlled himself? He has definitely lost face."

The words fell.

The boy scratched the back of his head, with a hint of regret on his face:

"If I had known, I wouldn't have let him talk trash. Otherwise, Yang Xiao might have given him some face and exchanged a Pokémon for him."

Listening to her companion's words, Susu also sighed.

Although Xiaopang is the weakest among the three of them, he is still a friend participating in the competition.

How can I not feel worried when I see my friend like this?

It’s just a shame that this is what participating in competitions is like.

If you win you will enjoy the enthusiasm and cheers, but if you lose you have to accept everyone's boos.

...

I can't stand it anymore.

That strange look was like a sharp cold sword, piercing the fat boy's face and making it pale.

"I...I abstain."

Hearing this, the referee and the assistant referee looked at each other.

The referee nodded slightly, not seeming surprised, but just reminded out of duty:

"According to the rules of the competition, surrender is allowed midway... But I need to remind you that in the information you registered, you still have a Pokémon that has not appeared yet. Are you sure you want to surrender?"

Xiaopang nodded hurriedly: "Sure!"

"it is good."

The referee nodded heavily, looked approvingly at Master Xiong who had put away his fists, and immediately waved the red flag and announced:

"Area A, second round, field number two, Wu Dao Xiong Shi wins! Yang Xiao advances successfully!"

far away.

Hearing the referee's movement, the boy's eyes moved slightly, pulling his consciousness that was wandering in his head space back into reality.

Won?

As the noisy sounds in the audience gradually became clearer in his mind, Yang Xiao finally confirmed it.

Ever since the first time he commanded Master Martial Bear to knock down the opponent's Pokémon, Yang Xiao has not paid any attention to the opponent again.

Instead, he completely entrusted the initiative of the battle to Master Wudao Xiong, while he himself was thinking about some personal matters.

There's nothing I can do, the other party is really bad.

If he was replaced by the climber Yang Xiao had seen in his first match, perhaps Yang Xiao would be able to cheer up and take it seriously...

As for the college trainers in the standard sense, forget about it.

This is probably just good luck, the opponents in the preliminaries might be even weaker.

but.

This little fat guy must be quite capable to be able to support five bright silver-level Pokémon during his college career.

But unfortunately, there are many problems in command that are obviously fatal.

Even if I didn't meet him in the 128 to 64 competition, I'm afraid it would be impossible for me to move forward even one step.

So be it.

Raising his hand to take back Master Bear, Yang Xiao took one last glance at him.

You can't expect the audience to let loose when they praise you, and claim to respect and understand when they scold you.

Because they won't tolerate this bad habit of yours.

It's a bit embarrassing, but I can get through it if I hold on.

Yang Xiao turned and walked towards the passage, his eyes quickly moving across other battlefields, looking for Qi Xu's figure.

It seems like he is in the same field with me this round. What's his number?

I have something to ask him.

Just as he was searching for the other person's figure, his sight suddenly stopped on the open space on the left.

There stood a muscular young man with his arms folded.

In front of him, a Yanwu King with red flames all over his body was madly attacking Longlongyan in front of him, and the fighting energy wielded by his fists was perfect.

But the reason why Yang Xiao stopped here was not because of this.

But it's because of another thing.

As if he noticed the gaze from the side, the muscular young man frowned and moved his eyes away.

The moment he saw Yang Xiao, his drooping pupils opened instantly.

"Yang Xiao?"

The gleam in his eyes was filled with unrestrained malice: "I recognize you. You advanced? That's great."

The boy's eyes narrowed instantly.

He stared at the black vest that the other person wore over his down jacket, and his frowned brows relaxed slightly.

Right above it, there are two large characters embroidered in a flamboyant style:

Qianwu.

"I've heard of your great name for a long time, Yang Xiao... I'm a student of Qianwu Association."

The young man pointed his thumb upwards, pointing at himself, with a slightly ferocious grin on his face: "Liangzhou? Jiang Wutang."