Elf: Starts with small diamonds, then mutates into Diancie.

The long-awaited Taikoo Arena was still packed with people, while his opponent was already waiting there.

Wang Wen's gaze fell on Su Hao, and after chuckling a few times, he beckoned with his finger and said, "Please hurry up, I'm in a rush."

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Ta-da! This is a draft that cost a little money, the initial version of one person with three Pokémon!

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Chapter 776 One kick and he's dead, what else is there to say?

"What are you looking at? It's you, you weakling. If you don't want your Pokémon to get seriously injured, just admit defeat now and don't waste my time."

Before the battle even began, the huge arena was already noisy, and since there was no loudspeaker, Wang Wen acted with impunity.

Su Hao: "......."

Wang Wen's arrogant gaze and disdainful waveguide fluctuations almost made Su Hao lose his composure, allowing him to witness the diversity of species.

Okay, Su Hao just felt a little sorry for Wang Wen, but now he'll take back what he said.

Although Wang Wen is eight or nine years older than me, it seems that older people with delusions of grandeur still need to be tested by society.

Su Hao ignored him, turned his gaze to the referee watching the show from the side, and said calmly, "I'm ready, may we begin the battle?"

The referee was taken aback, not expecting Xiao Ming to be so calm, but he did not forget his duty and nodded in response: "Please return to your positions, release your Pokémon, and prepare to begin the battle."

"Tsk, what a show-off."

Wang Wen glanced at Su Hao, muttered curses under his breath, and returned to his command position, pulling out a Poké Ball with a playful expression.

Before the match, he had already looked at his opponent's information, and the line about the trainer he had just registered as a trainer a few days ago almost made him laugh out loud.

The system that doesn't restrict skill levels and allows any trainer from Rongcheng to sign up is indeed rubbish, but it also saves some effort.

Su Hao returned to his position, took out a Poké Ball, and released the Pokémon together with Wang Wen.

On the left is a Mannura with a bright red headdress.

On the right, Zeraora's golden fur seemed to be gilded in the sun, and his long limbs were full of explosive power.

"What... Pokémon is that?"

The moment the Pokémon of both sides were clearly seen, shock and confusion spread rapidly. The audience in the entire Ancient Arena, including those in high positions on the platform, all stood up in shock, their eyes fixed on Zeraora, which was being enlarged on the big screen by the director.

Students, scholars, and experienced trainers alike could not recognize Zeraora's identity, and online searches yielded no results.

Some have even gone so far as to contact Pokémon scholars they know, hoping to get answers from professionals.

Wang Wen believed he knew most Pokémon, but he was certain he had no recollection of Zeraora. Could it be one of those subspecies of Pokémon that were given the name "Zeraora"?

That doesn't matter. Judging from its aura, the unfamiliar yellow Pokémon is only at the late stage of the professional level, which is far behind our own Weavile, which is at the early stage of the gym level.

It's just a bit rarer, but in this world, strength still matters!

The group of people on the high platform who were confident in Wang Wensheng frowned; this sudden turn of events gave them a sense of foreboding.

But now that the battle has clearly begun, everything can only be discussed after the battle is over.

The referee suddenly waved the flag down, and Zeraora and Weavile started moving at the same time, their figures shooting out at high speed like arrows released from a bow, leaving a trail of afterimages behind them.

In the next instant, the claws of the two Pokémon clashed, producing a tooth-grinding scraping sound and sparks flying!

After a single, evenly matched attack, Mallow was slightly taken aback. Something was wrong. The opponent was of a lower level than her, so logically her strength should also be weaker. Why was it an evenly matched fight?

Zeraora's battle instincts were terrifying. Taking advantage of the moment when Weavile was stunned, he clenched his right fist and unleashed a burst of intense lightning, throwing a punch at Weavile's head!

In a moment of panic, the Weavile, regaining its senses, raised its claws in front of it, and frost spread out, clearly intending to use the ice to absorb some of the force.

Before the ice could fully solidify, Zeraora's right fist arrived even faster, and lightning exploded, shattering the ice that had formed on Weavile's arm and sending it flying dozens of meters away!

"Mavira!?"

Wang Wen frowned slightly, never expecting that in the brief exchange, the unknown Pokémon on the other side would have the upper hand.

The Weavile, sent flying backward, glanced at its arms, where the wounds from the recent lightning strikes still lingered, leaving slight numbness and...

The pain caused a bloodthirsty glint to flash in Manneken Pis's eyes.

Although the damage was not great, the humiliation was real, and it will be retaliated a thousand times over!

Weavile adjusted its body and landed lightly. Its sharp claws flashed with a sharp white light. With its body slightly bent, it rushed towards Zeraora at a speed that was barely visible to the naked eye.

Wang Wen's voice arrived belatedly: "Revenge!"

Su Hao immediately issued his first command: "Plasma Bath, Flame Fist!"

"Aura!"

Zeraora was instantly enveloped in azure electric light, and every movement he made seemed to be electrified.

Weavile arrived silently at that moment, its claws striking Zeraora's vitals with swift, precise, and ruthless power, combined with the force of its retaliatory attack, making it terrifying!

However, Zeraora simply followed her instincts and dodged the fatal attack by turning her body to the side. Seeing that things were not going well, Weavile adjusted her body and swung out her second claw smoothly. Zeraora's fists were also engulfed in scorching flames, directly blocking Weavile's attack.

"Plasma bath and fire fist...what an amateur skill combination."

Wang Wen narrowed his eyes. He remembered that the effect of the plasma bath move was to electrify Normal-type moves and make them attack with Electric-type moves.

What the heck is Flame Fist?

So, an amateur is an amateur. A trainer who only registered a few days ago probably just got lucky to find a Pokémon.

Before Wang Wen could utter his sarcasm, Su Hao suddenly said, "The warm-up is over."

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Before Wang Wen could react, Zeraora, who was clashing with Weavile's fists and claws, suddenly unleashed a terrifying shockwave. The lightning from the plasma bath and the flames swirling around the Flame Fist intertwined, forming supreme power.

Zeraora's eyes sharpened as she parried Weavile's claws. She took a step back and launched a kick into the air, but Weavile skillfully raised her arms in front of her, intending to block the attack and then look for another opportunity.

These agile attack-type Pokémon fight by engaging in close combat, searching for weaknesses in their opponents, striking once, and then disengaging. They repeat this process, using their agility to kite their enemies away.

However, the shockwave from the opponent's attack made Weavile somewhat wary, and out of caution, it created a hard, thick layer of ice.

In this way, the opponent will probably be unable to break through the defense.

Komawila quickly realized its mistake. Zeraora's kick seemed to carry immense power; the moment it made contact, the ice shattered, and an unshakeable, terrifying force exploded outwards.

First, Manneken Pis's arms, which were used for blocking, could not withstand the force; their bones broke, and they slumped limply down.

Immediately afterwards, Mavira's body bore the brunt of the remaining power.

boom! ! !

A gust of wind swept by, and Weavile's body was kicked directly into the wall behind Wang Wen. The sound of the collision was so loud that it shook the entire arena for a moment.

The instigator of all this, Zeraora, calmly withdrew his right foot, and the lightning and flames intertwined on his body instantly dissipated.

He was dead in one kick, what else is there to say?

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Chapter 777 Twin Ponytails... Is she really a loser?

Behind Wang Wen, Manila was deeply embedded in the wall, completely unconscious.

This scene was projected onto the big screen and seen by every spectator at the Taikoo Arena.

"what?"

A series of perfectly synchronized gasps of astonishment rang out. What on earth had happened?

Why did Weavile, the ace Pokémon of the championship favorite Wang Wen, lose its ability to battle immediately after being kicked by that mysterious yellow Pokémon covered in special effects?

Is the world crazy, or are they crazy?

Wang Wen's fingers trembled as his pupils quivered wildly, his mind filled with utter bewilderment.

Immediately afterwards, as if remembering something, he looked up in a flustered manner at the high platform, at the executives who had expressed high hopes for him and wished him to win the championship before the competition started.

But the disappointed and frustrated expressions that Wang Wen had imagined did not appear. The people on the platform did not even glance at him, their eyes were completely fixed on Xiao Ming opposite them, their faces full of the joy of winning a million-dollar lottery.

"Mavira... has lost its fighting ability. The victor is Xiao Ming and..."

The referee's halting announcement rang out, and at the end, he looked at Su Hao with pleading eyes, because he didn't know Zeraora's name.

Without intending to make things difficult for the referee, Su Hao's voice, now deeper and more magnetic but less energetic, rang out: "Zeraora, its name is Zeraora, the Thunder Pokémon Zeraora."

After leaving those words, Su Hao, in the guise of Xiao Ming, recalled Zeraora and left gracefully, leaving behind a dejected Wang Wen staring in disbelief at the high platform above.

Why were they not angry at all, but even happier, when they lost, even though I was the player they had high hopes for?

"Weavile is unable to battle. The winner is Xiao Ming and his Pokémon... Zeraora!"

Against the backdrop of the referee's announcement, Wang Wen walked dejectedly toward the other passage.

On the high platform, in the seats marked with titles that clearly indicated high-ranking leaders, several people exchanged excited glances, their joyful smiles almost uncontrollable.

Why did they hold this competition without even limiting skill level or the time it takes to become a trainer?

Isn't it just a matter of seeing if you can snag someone like Su Hao from Yangcheng next door who got lucky—no, someone with half his extraordinary talent?

Now the opportunity has come.