Elf, I am really a farmer

Wen Qi stood on the ring and frowned slightly. Although he couldn't hear every word of the audience, some louder words still reached his ears.

A hint of displeasure flashed across his eyes, but was quickly replaced by determination, and he thought to himself:

"I'll show you my strength later, and see what else you can say."

He took a deep breath, straightened his back, clasped his hands at his sides, and looked firmly ahead, not at all shaken by the noise from the outside world, as if he was already in a world with only him and his opponent.

On the rostrum, Pavilion Master Zhao Min, the President of the Elf Association, and Inspector Hai were watching everything on the stage.

When the president of the Elf Association and Zhao Min heard the audience's questioning and mocking words, they showed embarrassed expressions on their faces.

Zhao Min's face flushed slightly, and there was a hint of uneasiness in his eyes. He touched his nose unconsciously, feeling annoyed in his heart:

"If I had known this would happen, I should have thought about it more."

After all, he had spoken for Wen Qi before, and now that everyone was talking about it, it seemed to confirm the suspicion that Wen Qi had used the backdoor to enter the competition.

The president of the Elf Association also had an embarrassed look on his face, because it was Dr. Chu Feng who had greeted him, which gave Wen Qi the opportunity to participate in the competition. Now facing such a situation, he was speechless.

The two looked at each other and saw helplessness and embarrassment in each other's eyes, but they didn't know how to respond.

Inspector Hai looked intently at Wen Qi, who was calm and composed on the stage, with a hint of curiosity and inquiry in his eyes.

After a while, he nodded slightly and said directly:

"This young man is really extraordinary. Master Zhao, I finally understand why you recommended Wen Qi before. I didn't expect that there is such a talented young man in your Chunhua City."

His voice was steady and powerful, with a hint of appreciation in his tone.

Zhao Min was stunned for a moment, and the embarrassment on his face became even stronger. He was a little at a loss, not knowing whether Inspector Hai's words were a sincere compliment or had some other meaning.

I could only laugh dryly, trying to cover up my embarrassment with an awkward smile, and said quickly:

"Watch the game. Watch the game first."

He avoided Inspector Hai's gaze, not daring to meet his gaze, and silently prayed in his heart that Wen Qi would perform well in this match so that he could save some face.

The referee stood in the center of the ring, his posture upright and his expression serious. His loud and solemn voice resounded through the arena like a bell:

"Game start!"

In an instant, the atmosphere in the arena was ignited, and the audience stared with bated breath, their eyes fixed on the ring.

Wen Qi stood at one side of the ring, his posture straight, his eyes full of determination and expectation, as if there was a light flickering in them.

He took a deep breath, raised his arms high, tensed his muscles slightly, and swung them violently. His movements were clean and neat, without any sense of delay.

The Poké Ball flew out of his hand, streaking through the sky like a silver meteor, gleaming with metallic luster under the sunlight. At the same time, he shouted loudly:

"Moru Moth, show your style!"

The voice was clear and loud, full of the youth's vigor and eager anticipation for battle, and it echoed in the air.

The Poké Ball opened in mid-air, and a soft and gorgeous light bloomed instantly, like a strange flower blooming.

In the light, the Moru moth slowly emerged. Its huge and light body gradually became clear. Its colorful wings flapped gently, and each flap brought up a slight airflow. The powder on the wings refracted the light and turned into colorful stardust, which fell down like a dream.

Its antennae swayed slightly, as if sensing its surroundings, and its big round eyes looked at the opposite side with curiosity and vigilance.

A slight "buzzing" sound came from his mouth, as if expressing his inner nervousness and announcing his appearance to his opponent. A faint floral scent also spread around the ring.

Almost simultaneously, Qin Ming raised his hand calmly and threw the Poké Ball seemingly casually. The Poké Ball rolled and arced in the air before landing steadily on the other side of the ring. He said calmly:

"Infernape, come on."

As a strong light flashed, Infernape appeared. It stomped its feet heavily on the ground, making a dull "bang" sound, and the entire arena seemed to tremble.

It clenched its fists and raised them high, with its strong muscles tense, as if it contained endless power that could explode at any time.

His eyes burned with the fire of war, his look was fierce, and from time to time he let out a low and hoarse roar, like the sound of a huge bell, shaking the air slightly. His body also exuded a faint smell of sweat and a strong breath of battle, demonstrating a powerful deterrent power.

Wen Qi looked at the Mormoth with a heart full of emotion and trust. He knew very well that although this level 51 Mormoth was not very powerful among the many participating Pokémon, they had been together for a long time and had a deep friendship, and it had put in a lot of effort in training.

"Moru Moth, go all out. This is our battle. Just unleash your strength."

Wen Qi encouraged softly, his eyes were gentle, and there was an encouraging smile on his face, as if he wanted to pass on strength to Moruge.

As for Qin Ming, his originally calm heart was now slightly disturbed.

He originally wanted to send out the weaker Infernape to give Wen Qi a chance and also do Dr. Chu Feng a favor.

But when he saw the moth, he couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. He narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the moth carefully, and thought to himself:

This Mormoth was indeed well-trained, and its aptitude also seems to be very good. It is really amazing that Wen Qi has such an outstanding Pokémon at such a young age.

But the strength of this Mormogeon seems to be only at the early stage of the gym. Compared with the Infernape he sent out, its energy intensity is obviously not as good.

"What should I do? I wanted to give him an easy win, but now this Mormoth seems to be no match for my Infernape. I'm in a bit of a pickle."

Qin Ming frowned, a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes. He touched his chin unconsciously, pursed his lips slightly, and fell into deep thought.

In the contestant booth, everyone had different reactions. Many people were surprised when they saw Wen Qi send out the gym-level Moruga. One of them widened his eyes and said in amazement:

"This kid, at such a young age, actually has a gym-level Pokémon. It's not easy."

As he spoke, he leaned forward slightly, trying to see the moth more clearly.

The thoughtful players saw Qin Ming sending out the relatively weaker Infernape and quickly saw through his intentions. Some of them laughed and joked:

"Haha, Qin Ming wants to let him off the hook. He must be doing this for Dr. Chu Feng's sake and wants to give the young man a way out. It's a pity that Wen Qi's Molu Moth isn't very strong."

After saying this, he whispered with others, causing people around him to laugh. The laughter echoed in the contestant seats.

Li Lei sat in the contestant's seat, watching the scene on the stage, feeling mixed emotions.

Thinking of Wen Qi's confident words before, and comparing it with the not-so-outstanding Moruga in front of him, he shook his head helplessly, raised the corners of his mouth, revealed a bitter smile, and thought to himself:

"This kid is a big talker, but his strength doesn't match his words."

Turning to look at Qin Ming, he instantly understood what he was thinking and couldn't help but complain:

"Qin Ming is a very shrewd guy. He has put all his thoughts into the game. I wonder how this game will develop later."

Then, he folded his arms across his chest, leaned back in his chair, and waited quietly for the game to develop further with a hint of curiosity and anticipation.

At this moment, the Mothra and Infernape on the ring have both assumed fighting postures. The air is filled with a tense and subtle atmosphere. A silent contest has quietly unfolded between the two, and a war is about to break out.