You are not allowed to be a Pokémon Trainer!

Chapter 43 The strong ruthlessly humiliate the weak (Please continue reading!!)
Standing on the battlefield, listening to the shouts from the surrounding audience, Xia Chi couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive.

After all, it was my first time competing in front of tens of thousands of people, so it felt a bit different.

That's not right. I think my live stream had a peak audience of over 10,000 a few days ago?

Thinking about it that way, it doesn't seem so special after all.
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Meanwhile, in the official live stream of the Shanghai Cup on Pixiv, many viewers were complaining about the previous match that had just ended.

"Wait, you can lose even with type advantage? Does that Cyndaquil's trainer even know how to play?"

"Another trainer who only knows about type advantages and disadvantages. If type advantages and disadvantages are so important, then Pokémon battles are just rock-paper-scissors, and whoever has the advantage wins!"

"Lin Langge, don't you know? She's the daughter of the Gym Leader of the Guangfu Senqing Dojo. Do you think she's just an ordinary trainer?"

"Quiet down, quiet down, the next match is about to start."

"Holy crap, this guy is kind of handsome, he's got 99% of my skills when I was young."

"Isn't this Shui Ye? He actually came to participate in this baby cup? He has no shame!"

"Don't be so hasty, Xiao Heizi. He was eliminated yesterday. Our Shui Ga is a genuine seventeen-year-old innocent boy. We can't stop him from participating in the Shanghai Cup just because he likes to use dirty tactics, can we?"

"The thought that Teacher Shui is actually a sweet and soft underage male makes me hum softly."

"No wonder he didn't go live last night; he came here to earn some extra money."

"Could the other side put in a little more effort and eliminate Lao Shui so he can come back and focus on live streaming and making videos?"

"I second that! Good luck, big brother, against Mizuya!"

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As Xia Chi waited for the referee to give the signal to start the match, a chill ran down his spine.

Why do I feel like someone is cursing me?
"Hey, kid!"

The guy across from Xia Chi, with dark skin and blond hair, wearing a white vest, gave a flirtatious whistle.

"Are you calling me?"

Xia Chi smiled shyly, clearly a newbie: "What can I do for you, Lao Deng?"

The blond guy, who had originally planned to use pre-match trash talk tactics, twitched the corner of his mouth.

Who are you calling Old Deng?
Have you no manners?!

But the trash talk will continue.

"I heard you're the only freshman who isn't in the combat department? Not bad, but your good luck ends here after you meet me!"

Xia Chi was speechless. He had already said that if you lack language skills, you shouldn't try to spout nonsense like others.

Is the defining characteristic of you blond-haired, dark-skinned sports students that you are [lacking in academics and skills]?

Alright, I'll teach you a lesson.

"It feels like you're the kind of person who plays Elf Glory with someone you like, gets a 5-2-0 score, and then shows her your score."

"I feel like you're the kind of person who wants to take your shoes off during a physical fitness test so you can have a good look at yourself when your height is measured."

"I feel like you're the kind of person who gets stuck on an ad page for two minutes and then angrily gives in to [Sexy Lips, Online Dealer]."

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Xia Chi's clear and logical verbal attacks completely stunned Huang Mao.

No, how do you know me so well?
His wheat-colored face flushed even more, resembling a Guan Yu figurine that had been kicked by a heavy mud-pulling horse.

Even the referee standing to the side couldn't stand it anymore and looked at the blond guy with pity.

Kid, I could have stopped this level of trash talk, but you were the one who provoked me first.
This guy seemed to be so angry that he was like a mischievous grenade about to explode, so the referee immediately blew his whistle.

"Both players, please send out your Pokémon. Let the match begin!"

The whistle seemed to open a floodgate for the blond guy to vent his frustration, and he immediately threw the Poké Ball he had been preparing.

"Hitmonlee, go!" Xia Chi threw out a Poké Ball and shouted with a sense of ceremony, "I choose you, Shinyane!"

Two white lights flashed, and on the battlefield, the two elves stood on opposite sides.

As Xia Chi glanced at the brownish-red elf opposite him, whose long legs made up 70-80% of its body, information instantly popped into his mind.

Hitmonlee, a pure Fighting-type Pokémon, is a typical example of a Pokémon that is strong in offense but weak in defense.

It wasn't Tongzi's help, but Xia Chi's own understanding of elves.

This Pokémon is incredibly powerful in terms of damage output, but it's also incredibly fragile.

"Flying Kick, high-five surprise attack!"

The fight had just begun when the enraged blond-haired man commanded Flying Kick Lang to deliver a powerful flying kick.

It was none other than the high-five surprise attack that Xia Chi usually loved to use when playing games.

The sole of the foot is also called a palm.

This kind of opening is like a slap in the forehead, almost impossible to counter.

Unless the opponent has the [Inner Focus] ability that grants immunity to Cower, or is a Ghost-type that is immune to Normal-type moves.

Newleaf Cat can certainly be a Ghost-type Pokémon, but only if it uses a move first.

Although the [Speed ​​Attack] bond, which allows for faster skill execution, has been unlocked after capturing Misdreavus.

However, it was still somewhat difficult to withstand the incredibly fast high-five attack.

Xia Chi simply didn't give any instructions, letting the opponent make the first move.

He believed that New Leaf Cat's autonomous combat awareness would allow it to use [Shadow Claw] and switch to Ghost attribute before the opponent's next high-powered fighting move after a high-five surprise attack.

Reminding them now might actually make them more wary.

Snapped!
The high-five surprise attack hit the prepared New Leaf Cat squarely.

The blond-haired man, not one to back down, continued to command, "Flying Kick, Flying Knee Kick!"

As soon as the Flying Kick Man got close, his long, slender legs, like springs, compressed forcefully, and then he leaped high into the air, a white light suddenly flashing on his slightly bent knees.

Then, with the force of Mount Tai crashing down, it slammed heavily onto Xin Ye Miao!
Although the flying knee kick has the side effect of causing some damage to the user if it misses, its power is extremely strong.

It's even slightly stronger than the most famous high-powered Fighting-type move, Close Combat.

With this three-pronged opening move, Hitmonlee shattered the Pokémon Master dreams of countless bug-catching boys in the preliminary rounds.

Seeing that Xia Chi still didn't react, Huang Mao snorted coldly.

I thought you had some real skills, but you're nothing special!
What should we say in the declaration of victory?
"You're all talk and no action, and all you've got is your skill?"

Isn't that a bit too much?
Excessive my foot! With his venomous mouth, no amount of spewing insults is excessive!
The strong ones must severely humiliate the weak ones!
Huang Mao was internally imagining Xia Chi's tearful expression in a moment.

But then a gasp of surprise came from the scene.

Huh? It didn't just disappear in a second, did it?

Ah, there's nothing we can do about it, after all, it's just a new Leaf Cat in its initial first-order form.

It's perfectly reasonable that they couldn't withstand my flying knee kick.
Nani!

Upon closer inspection, the blond-haired man was astonished to find that an elf had indeed fallen to the ground.

However, the one lying on the ground with his legs in the air and his eyes rolling around was none other than his capable and beloved henchman, Flying Kick Lang!
Meanwhile, the seemingly harmless grass-green kitten next to it gently blew a breath onto its paw, which was still wreathed in dark purple ghost-type energy.

He looked like a cowboy who had just shot his opponent dead in a duel.

The dark-skinned, blond-haired PE student stood there stunned for a full half minute before, after being reminded by the referee, he took out his Poké Ball and recalled his Hitmonlee, which had lost its ability to battle.

He gripped the now-shrunken Poké Ball tightly, lowered his head, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Capital, you win!"

(There is another chapter coming later)

(End of this chapter)