Pokémon: All About the Breeding House

Chapter 461 You think you're all that, with two broken pillars?! I'll beat you to death!

Smelling the delicate fragrance, Fang Yan comfortably rolled over and used "Roll" on the bed.

Fang Yan rolled to the edge of the bed and, without hesitation, continued rolling down to the floor.

duang~

"Oh my head—"

The screams in dialect heralded a new and beautiful day at the breeding house.

Cynthia walked into the room from the balcony and saw Fang Yan just getting up from the floor, his hand still covering the back of his head.

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Cynthia looked at Fang Yan, who was getting up from the floor, with a puzzled expression. "How did you end up sleeping on the floor?"

"Who removed my carpet?"

The dialect voice and Cynthia's voice rang out at the same time.

Fang Yan looked at Cynthia standing at the balcony door, covered his head and tilted his head, "Huh? What are you doing in my room, Cynthia?"

Cynthia: ?

Miss Gothic floated in from the balcony at that moment, meeting Fang Yan's clear eyes with a blank expression.

It exchanged a glance with Cynthia.

Cynthia: Did you get stupid from the fall?

Miss Goth: Almost.

Fang Yan rubbed the back of his head, which was swollen with a large bump, and glanced at his surroundings.

I remember now! This isn't my room!

I was wondering where my comfortable carpet went, and where my cuddly nine-tailed baby ran off on its own. Turns out this isn't my room.

Whose room is this?

My sister, Bai Cai, is here too.

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Oh right! I slept in Sister Cabbage's room yesterday! I knew it!

Thinking about how she slept with the sweet and soft cabbage sister yesterday, Fang Yan couldn't help but grin like a fool.

"Hey————Hehe————"

No wonder this room smells so good!

So this is Sister Cabbage's room!

Fang Yan took a deep breath, feeling refreshed.

Yesterday, after Cynthia returned to the breeding house, she kept her promise to Dialect, and the two, who had been dating for a long time, finally shared a bed.

Of course, they only slept together; nothing else happened.

Cynthia felt it wasn't the right time yet, while Fang Yan felt there needed to be a sense of ceremony.

Of course, there was no situation where the two of them were both sleepless the first time they lay in bed together. On the contrary, they were both very calm when they lay in bed. After Fang Yan boldly hugged Cynthia into his arms, they both closed their eyes and fell into a deep sleep within half an hour.

Gramcidia flowers played a crucial role in this.

Overall, they both slept exceptionally well last night. Their relationship progressed so naturally, from a chance encounter to developing feelings for each other through long-term companionship (except for Fang Yan, who had feelings for Fang Yan from the beginning), and then to both understanding each other's feelings and waiting for the battle to begin.

Then, last night, we fell asleep in each other's arms. Everything happened naturally, as if it were a natural progression.

Fang Yan stepped out onto the balcony and stretched comfortably.

Cynthia, Gothic, and Skirt Lady were sitting on the balcony drinking tea and chatting. Gengar was doing yoga with Lucario, while Ninetales was sunbathing in the corner of the balcony, though the corner seemed a little cramped for it.

Good morning, everyone.

Fang Yan said softly.

"Good morning."

"口——口桀"

"Kah!"

"Laji~"

"Goethe".

"Leo".

"Gengar, stop bending over, you can't touch your own toes."

Gengar: Mind your own business!

Miss Goth: What would you like to drink?

"Honey water, please."

Miss Goth nodded, her eyes gleaming with a purple light. Soon, a glass of honey water floated from the kitchen to the balcony and stopped in front of Fang Yan.

dialect:?

"Mental power can be used like this?"

Fang Yan exclaimed in surprise.

Miss Goth had a nonchalant expression, as if she were doing something very ordinary.

Fang Yan took a sip of honey water and looked at Cynthia curiously. "What are you two talking about? Can I listen?"

Fang Yan took two steps toward them, then turned back.

Fang Yan raised his hands and stepped back to Jiuwei's side, saying, "I won't listen, I won't listen, don't be impulsive."

After seeing Fang Yan retreat outside the safe zone, Garchomp put away its scythe.

Another day of being disliked.

Fang Yan took another sip of honey water, placed her hands on the balcony, and looked at the backyard of the breeding house and the distance, where everything was lush and green.

"Summer is almost here."

"I remember you said you came to the Sinnoh region in the summer, right?"

Cynthia stood up, came to Fang Yan's side, and looked at the backyard with him, asking a question.

Fang Yan nodded.

"Wow, time flies! A year has passed in the blink of an eye."

He suddenly exclaimed in dialect.

The days passed quietly amidst the sounds of play in the nursery. What used to be a small nursery with only a few people has now become so lively.

Cynthia looked at Fang Yan beside her; he had grown into a champion in less than a year.

Cynthia didn't say anything more, and the two of them just quietly looked at the backyard.

After admiring the scenery for a while, Fang Yan finished the honey water in his cup in one gulp, then stood up straight. "Let's go have breakfast. We still have a match to play today."

Fang Yan and Cynthia went downstairs, where Leon and the others were already having breakfast.

"What time did Dan Di come back last night? I thought you weren't coming back and were planning to spend a wonderful night under the beautiful starry sky."

Fang Yan glanced at Dandi and Sonia, who were having breakfast at the counter, and made a joke.

"I rushed back last night because there are still matches to watch today."

Dandi stuffed the fried dough stick into his mouth and chewed as he spoke.

He really likes fried dough sticks. Freshly fried dough sticks are crispy, crunchy, and fragrant. Paired with a sip of soy milk, it's simply heavenly.

No wonder other champions often come over whenever they have free time. The meals are so plentiful every day. If the Galar region weren't so far from the Sinnoh region, I would want to come here more often.

"Fang Yanzi, we're planning to go back tomorrow."

Ma Shide spoke to the dialect speaker who had just sat down.

"Tomorrow? So soon?"

Fang Yan took the tofu pudding from Miss Goethe, but before she could even eat it, she was stunned by what Ma Shide said.

"Because my match is over, Dan Di can't leave the league for too long, the martial arts gym can't be left unattended for too long, and Little Honey Leaf is also a bit homesick."

Ma Shide began to speak.

"Everything here is wonderful, but it's not the place I've lived in for decades."

Honey Leaf sat down next to Mastedt and began to speak.

"I guess the martial arts tournament will end in the next day or two, right?"

Emperor Dan asked a question.

Fang Yan nodded, took a bite of tofu pudding, which tasted sweet, and then said, "After all, there aren't many participants this time, and each person can only use one Pokémon, so the time will be tight and the process will be fast. Today should be the quarterfinals, and it will end tomorrow."

"That's great, we'll make it just in time for the finals, and then we'll head back."

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Ma Shide pinched his eyebrows, then smiled and said, "I must say, this martial arts tournament you organized is indeed of high quality. Although there aren't many participants and the venue isn't that fancy, in terms of the quality of the participants, I doubt any other fighting tournament in the world can match the prestige of your tournament."

"After all, almost all the world's famous fighters have gathered here."

Sonia added from the side.

"It's a shame that I can't Dynamax."

Dan Di added a sentence.

Upon hearing Dante's words, Gosong's eyes twitched. He glanced at Miss Gothic, then lowered his head to continue enjoying his breakfast.

With Miss Gothic around, I don't need to worry about anything.

After breakfast, the group arrived at the venue. Within fifteen minutes, the stands were filled with all kinds of snacks, desserts, and drinks.

Fang Yan stood on the handrail, looking at the race schedule sent to him by the official organizers on his phone.

"Let me see who my opponent was this morning—look, wait, I'm fighting Lian Wutianwang?"

Fang Yan raised an eyebrow as he looked at the match schedule for his game against Lian Wu on the screen.

Wu Song glanced down at his phone. "It's still the first battle, the opening match of the day."

"As for Lian Wu—I remember his trump card was an old construction worker."

Cynthia, holding little Shana in her arms, spoke.

Wu Song pushed up his glasses. "The ace is the old craftsman, and the special ability is force."

Fang Yan looked at Wu Song, "How did you know?"

Wu Song gestured to his phone, "The information is registered on the alliance website, don't you have it?"

"—I am the owner of the animal husbandry farm."

Wu Song:!

"Oh, sorry, I keep forgetting you're not a staff member of our alliance."

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"I'm an unofficial staff member; I'm the one who does all the dirty and hard work."

"You seem very reluctant?"

The sound of being tricked came from behind, and Sonia, who was sitting next to Dan, shuddered, then moved closer to Dan.

Fang Yan flashed the standard smile of a nursery owner, "No way, alright, Dali and I will go get ready first, goodbye."

"Good luck, Uncle!" "Goodbye, Uncle!"

Shana and Tomoyo spoke at the same time.

The people who remained in the stands at the breeding house waited for the match to begin.

"It's a new day, a new beginning, and our competition is about to reach a new peak!"

The muscular referee, showing off his muscles as usual, stood atop the aircraft holding a bright pink microphone. "Today's martial arts tournament will begin with a battle between two extremely powerful opponents. Are you ready?"

The atmosphere at the scene was as enthusiastic as ever.

"Now, let's welcome our opening match contestant, one of the Elite Four from the Unova region. Like Elite Four member Shiba, he's also a powerful Fighting-type Elite Four member, a Martial Arts fighter!"

Cheers erupted continuously.

"Next up is an unremarkable petting zoo owner. We still vividly remember his battle with Mastedt yesterday. Let's welcome the dialect contestant!"

Fang Yan walked out of the players' tunnel amid cheers and onto the field.

No wonder so many people like to slowly walk out of the players' tunnel; it turns out that walking out amidst the cheers of the audience is such a wonderful thing.

"Fang Yan, let's fight with all our might!"

After Lian Wu finished speaking, he threw out his Poké Ball. After the Poké Ball landed, two huge pillars crashed onto the ground, and then a pair of giant hands grabbed it tightly.

Fang Yan was firmly protected behind him by Dali, who had four arms.

Battle is imminent.

"Powerful, Explosive Fist!"

No matter what Pokémon it is, I'll throw a punch first.

"Quickly retaliates."

The old craftsman dodged Dali's explosive punch, then swung the pillar in his hand and smashed it hard at Dali.

He took a few steps back and stood up straight, clenching his four fists tightly.

Although canceling the additional effect can make the move more powerful, for Dali, his arm only felt slightly numb.

"Spirit Strike!"

The old craftsman slammed the pillar in his hand into the ground, and then huge sharp stones emerged from the ground and surged toward Dali.

"Smash them, Explosive Fist!"

He clenched his four fists tightly and took the initiative to meet the attack of the sharp stone. His fists swung continuously, shattering the stone completely.

"Arm hammer!"

The white light from the old craftsman's arm spread to the stone pillar in his hand, and then swirled and drew out with great force.

"Close combat!"

Fists clashed repeatedly with the stone pillars, the booming sounds echoing throughout the entire venue.

During the battle with Dali, the vibrations transmitted back from his palms almost made the old craftsman lose his grip on the stone pillar.

Old craftsman: What great strength!

He forcefully blocked the stone pillar that the old craftsman had been building, then punched the old craftsman, forcing him back.

"Seize the opportunity, unleash the explosive punch."

Press on with great force after the victory.

"The old craftsmen built it, using stone pillars for defense."

The old craftsman forcefully inserted two stone pillars side by side into the ground, then stood behind them, supporting them with his hands, forming a shield made of stone pillars.

A powerful fist slammed into the stone pillar, the force of which made the old craftsman take a step back.

The old craftsman gritted his teeth and desperately held up the stone pillar.

What kind of monster is this?! How can it be so strong?!

The old craftsman was heartbroken as he watched the cracks slowly appear on the stone pillar.

Fang Yan gritted his teeth as he looked at the old craftsman who had made such a fuss over the two pillars.

Wielding two broken sticks, does he really think he's Optimus Prime?!

Take this powerful punch!

"Powerful! Smash it with a blasting punch!"

"Now is the time to distance ourselves from it."

With great effort, Dali slammed his fist into the stone pillar. The pillar flew backward along with Dali's momentum, and the old craftsman, using the pillar's force, was also sent flying backward, widening the distance between himself and Dali.

"Explosive Fist, throw it!"

The old craftsman let out a deep roar, white light emanating from his arm, and then forcefully threw the stone pillar in his hand toward Dali, while simultaneously closing the distance between himself and Dali.

"Get out of the way!"

Just as Dali grabbed the oncoming stone pillar, the old craftsman appeared in front of him and punched it hard in the belly.

Dali's body kept retreating, plowing two deep furrows in the ground. It then stabilized itself and looked at the old construction worker opposite it.

Those two broken sticks are driving me crazy.

Dali gritted his teeth, preparing to throw the pillar in his hand.

"Give the pillar back to it."

The muscles on Dali's arms bulged instantly, veins popping out, and then with a sudden burst of strength, the two stone pillars flew back towards the old craftsman.

As the sound of something cutting through the air reached them, Lian Wu's pupils contracted.

"Get out of the way!"

As the old craftsman leaned back, Dali arrived beside him.

"Arm hammer!"

Just as the old craftsman's arms began to glow white, Dali locked them in place with his large and powerful hands.

"That's it, crush it!"

Lian Wu: ? ! !

What is that?!

Dali pulled the old construction worker into a tight embrace, his four arms exerting force, causing the old construction worker to groan in pain.

So you think you're the only one with two broken sticks?! So you like using sticks?! Watch me crush you!

Fang Yan's lips twitched as he watched Dali crush the food.

I remember the crushing move involved grabbing the opponent in your palm, squeezing your hand, and then crushing them, right?

How did it become "hugging and killing the girl in Dali's arms" in his hands?

Dali is also a girl, so there's no difference.

The old craftsman struggled desperately, but couldn't break free.

The size difference was obvious, and the old craftsman who built it relied on stone pillars for attacks, so he wasn't very strong. Therefore, it could only let the great force keep squeezing it.

Seeing that the old craftsman was about to lose consciousness, he forcefully loosened his arm and threw it away. Then he followed, picked up the two stone pillars stuck in the ground, and crossed them into a cross.

"Cross Slash!"

boom!

The stone pillar, already riddled with cracks, was shattered into dust after being violently struck at its original owner.

Its owner, the old craftsman who built it, was fast asleep on the ground.

Dali: You think you can use a weapon?! I'll beat you to death!

Dialect: This wave, this wave is called Lin Daiyu whipping Lu Zhishen!

The muscle referee came over, glanced at the old craftsman's condition, and then announced that Fang Yan had won the match.

The cheers from the crowd were so loud they almost lifted the roof off the venue.

Fang Yan clapped his hands.

The warm-up match was a perfect success.

"Cough."

Thank you for your guidance.

"Thank you for your guidance. It was a narrow victory."

Lian Wu: ————

A narrow victory?!