Pokémon: All About the Breeding House

Chapter 463 Gold Belt VS Black Belt

Fang Yan and Shiba looked at each other, and as soon as the muscle referee finished speaking, they simultaneously threw out a Poké Ball.

"Let's go!" ×2

Both Mighty and Super Strength stood on the field, each unleashing their full power towards the other.

"Fang Yan, let's have a thrilling battle! Super Strength, Explosive Fist!"

"I couldn't have asked for more! Powerful strike, charge forward, explosive punch!"

Both sides were defenseless, abandoning all defense and throwing their fists straight at each other.

In terms of strength, Dali has the advantage, after all, he gets such good food every day.

Therefore, the dull thud of a powerful blow hitting a monster is much louder than the sound of a blow hitting oneself.

Strength's fighting skills are clearly much better than Might's. Every time Might hits him, Strength will seize the opportunity to counterattack with a punch.

Both threw their final punches, then created distance between themselves, staring intently at each other.

Guai Li shook his somewhat heavy head, stuck out his tongue to lick the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were filled with fierce fighting spirit.

Superhuman strength: Yes, you're strong.

Meanwhile, Dali flexed his wrists, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and his eyes were filled with a fighting spirit that rivaled that of a monster.

Dali: I'll kill you with one punch!

Shiba was panting heavily, sweat dripping from his bare arms onto the ground, and the muscles in his arms began to bulge.

Fang Yan felt a pang of anxiety as he watched Shiba begin to move his body.

broken----

He won't charge at me halfway through the fight, will he?

He wouldn't want me to fight him too, would he?

No way?!

I'm attacking Shiba?!

"Fang Yan, come on. I'm very satisfied with this competition. Du was right, you really can surprise people. So, in order to ensure that this martial arts tournament can come to a successful conclusion, I will give it my all, defeat you, and take the championship."

Shiba stared at Fang Yan, kicked him high, and then spoke.

"This is a formal competition; indiscriminate fighting is not allowed."

He spoke softly in a dialect.

Shiba was taken aback, then laughed. "You misunderstood. I don't mean to have an indiscriminate fight with you. I know the rules of a proper competition. What I mean is, my strength and I will defeat you and your strength, and then win the tournament!"

Fang Yan breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

Great, as long as they don't fight me.

Fang Yan almost summoned Miss Gothic just now.

After expressing his relief, Fang Yan's lips curled into a carefree smile. "Many people have said this when they've faced me, but it's clear that I've never lost a match since my debut."

Although I only played a few matches, and each time I won with difficulty, I can still say that I have never been defeated.

He cheered himself up in his heart by speaking in his dialect.

Shiba: ————

It turned out to be the case.

Shiba finally understood why Du was so optimistic about dialects.

So, he was never defeated?

The stronger the opponent, the stronger one's desire to fight becomes. To become stronger, one must constantly challenge the strong in order to hone oneself.

In the stands.

"Is the dialect shop manager really that amazing?"

Sonia covered her mouth.

Undefeated?!

She looked at the man beside her, the one hailed by everyone as the strongest. Even he had experienced many defeats during the time from his debut to becoming the strongest champion.

Did the dialect-speaking shop owner never fail once on his way to becoming a champion?!

hiss!

very scary!

"Wow, the dialect guy is so good?!"

Masdeh was also shocked.

Starting as an unknown trainer, and never suffering a single defeat on his way to becoming a champion?!

No wonder he overcame himself so easily.

Dan Di's eyes gleamed, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

Coco: What a terrifying man.

Cai Dou clenched her fists. "Teacher is so strong!"

Cai Dou has clearly become a big fan of dialects.

Korini: "Wow, Aya, your master is amazing!"

Wu Song continued to drink his tea elegantly. Whether he won or lost was no longer important to him.

For him now, the most important things are keeping his hair, taking advantage of his free time to slack off, and avoiding overtime.

Cynthia, holding Shana in her arms, smiled and chuckled softly when she heard Fang Yan's words.

No one probably knows Fang Yan's undefeated legend better than her, but it is undeniable that Fang Yan has never lost.

Yes, he's definitely my boyfriend.

Cynthia reached out and pinched Shana's cheek.

Shana's chubby face kept changing shape in Cynthia's hands.

"Uncle—you're amazing—"

Shana's face changed like a morphing monster in Cynthia's hands, causing her to speak in a slightly slurred manner.

Tomoyo held the Dratini in her arms, her eyes filled with longing.

Fang Yan was completely unaware of the many reactions his words had caused; he was currently enjoying his pretense.

"So, Shiba, will you be the one to make me lose?"

When Shiba heard the extremely provocative remark in the dialect, he was not angry. That's how strong people are, so he wasn't angry at all. On the contrary, he was quite excited.

"Then let's give it a try! Superhuman strength, close combat!"

"You think I'm afraid of you? Dali, let's fight in close combat!"

"Cough!" ×2

boom!

The powerful and the incredibly strong were pressed tightly together, their eight arms pressing against each other's palms.

The muscles in both arms were bulging as they competed in strength.

The sheer force of both sides sent all the surrounding rubble flying.

Guai Li's hand was slowly pressed down. Just when Fang Yan thought Da Li would continue to press down on Guai Li, Da Li and Guai Li released their hands at the same time and punched each other.

Immediately afterwards, both sides began to swing their fists and kick at each other.

"Explosive Fist!"

"Explosive Fist!"

boom!

"Cross Slash!"

"Cross Slash!"

Boom!

"Close combat!"

"Close combat!"

Boom boom boom!

The same moves, but different ways of using them. Both sides were using their understanding to attack each other to the fullest. The surrounding field was mercilessly crushed and broken in the battle between the two.

"Now! Explosive Fist!"

Fang Yan seized the opportunity when Guai Li stumbled after being hit by a stone on the field, and commanded Dali to unleash a powerful burst punch.

The attack by the giant was blocked by a rock, causing it to miss. Meanwhile, the powerful giant unleashed a powerful punch that struck the giant in the stomach, sending it flying.

The force slammed heavily against the wall behind him, causing the audience above to tremble.

Upon seeing this, Wu Song thought to himself how wonderful it was that the Alliance's facilities didn't require maintenance, let alone constant monitoring of the maintenance progress.

"What a pity, that superhuman strength is going to hurt his foot."

Sonia shared her opinion from the stands.

"No, the dialect was intentional."

Dan shook his head. He had just noticed something was wrong. Although Mighty had the advantage in strength, and although his fighting skills were not as good as Shiba's strength, he was not being defeated in the exchange. Mighty even changed direction while retreating. It wasn't until he saw Shiba's feet being hurt by an inconspicuous pit and pebbles that he understood what was going on.

"The guy with the dialect is really—incredibly skilled at using his surroundings."

Masde shook his head and spoke.

When fighters are in battle, they often devote themselves entirely to the fight, using everything they can—fists, palms, elbows, arms, feet, legs, and even their heads—as weapons to attack.

However, the downside of being fully immersed in combat is that it's easy to overlook the influence of one's surroundings. This is understandable, since if all your attention is focused on the enemy's battle, it's hard to pay attention to the influence of the surrounding environment.

This is where trainers come in; excellent trainers always make use of everything available around them.

Ash is the most famous example of this; he truly makes use of everything around him during battles.

The most famous of these is undoubtedly the scene where "Sceptile hides behind the referee." Although that wasn't the real Ash, the real Ash might actually do something like that.

One dares to give orders, and the other dares to follow orders.

On the field, Fang Yan watched as Guai Li was blasted away and couldn't help but say, "His lower body is unstable. Perhaps he focuses on his upper body and neglects his lower body, which makes it easy for his opponent to take advantage of this weakness."

Shiba couldn't help but frown. He knew his Machamp's strength better than anyone else. Although he hadn't trained his lower body as much as his upper body, he had still trained for a period of time. If he were to fight against an ordinary trainer, his lower body strength would be sufficient to handle the situation.

However, it is clear that Fang Yan is not an ordinary person, and his strength is not ordinary superhuman strength.

"I see, I've learned something new."

Shiba nodded in agreement. It seemed that he would have to focus on training his lower body abilities to overcome his superhuman strength in the future.

Fang Yan was taken aback. "Wrong? I just offered a suggestion, why did he listen to it? Why does it feel like I'm giving him pointers during a match?"

He is the king of both Kanto and Johto!

Oh, I'm the champion, then it's alright.

Fang Yan patted his shoulder, brushing off the dust.

Let me pretend one more time.

"The strength of the monster is very strong. For a period of time, its power exceeded my imagination, and it also showed a tendency to exceed my control. So after I realized this, I had the monster seal this power. Even now that we can easily control that power, we have not been able to release it."

Looking at the dialect on the other side, Shiba suddenly spoke up: "Because there are too few people who can make us use this power. Either there is no opportunity, or the opponent is too weak. But today, to show our respect for you, Guai Li and I have decided to unleash all our power."

After Shiba finished speaking, a figure slowly walked out from the smoke behind him, came to the field, and stood behind Shiba.

"Go, Mighty One! No need to suppress it anymore, unleash your full potential!"

Upon hearing this, Guai Li nodded, placed his hand on his waist, and with a snap, the golden belt was untied and thrown to the ground.

"Cough!!!"

The monstrous strength swelled to a new size, its terrifying muscles trembling spontaneously, and the terrifying aura it unleashed sent the surrounding rubble flying in all directions.

Miss Gothic, who had been preparing in the air for some time, had cold eyes, and the bewitching purple light in her eyes added a sacred touch to them.

The mental energy formed a protective shield that enveloped the area. When the pebbles touched the edge of the shield, they all fell to the ground, and no spectator was injured.

Miss Goth, who had ample time to prepare, remained expressionless, her face showing no sudden anger, only indifference.

Wusong looked up at Miss Gothic in the sky and recalled the description of her in the picture book.

Possessing immense mental power, she can easily manipulate her opponents and punish all those she despises; she is known as the Punishment Witch.

At this moment, Miss Gothic was like a witch—powerful and cold.

A trainer looked up at Miss Gothic in the air and inexplicably sensed an unusual aura emanating from her.

!

I remember now!

It's that Pokémon! The one that rescued me at sea!

The trainer looked at Miss Gothic, his thoughts drifting back to that night when he was lying in bed watching a Pokémon dragging several large buckets across the sea.

I couldn't help but call out, "Mom—"

Miss Gothia's mental energy twitched, and her cold demeanor instantly crumbled.

Miss Gothic: !!!

Get out of here!!!

"Explosive Fist!"

On the field, the monstrous strength that had just removed the gold belt instantly appeared in front of Dali and began to relentlessly hurl punches at him.

The force and speed have increased significantly.

Dali truly suffered repeated defeats in the face of the monstrous attack.

"Close combat!"

"Explosive Fist!"

The monstrous strength, enduring the close-quarters combat of the mighty one, unleashed a powerful punch, causing the mighty one to cry out in pain.

"Close combat!"

The monstrous strength delivered a powerful punch and an elbow strike to Dali simultaneously.

Whoosh! Boom!

Dali flew backward past Fang Yan and crashed heavily into the wall behind Fang Yan.

"Master Dali—was sent flying—"

Rainbow Beans is unbelievable.

In her memory, her master, who was the only one who could send his opponents flying, was now being sent flying by another monstrous force right before her eyes.

Fang Yan opened his eyes wide, his expression somewhat incredulous, but he did not turn around.

Shiba, on the other side, had a serious expression, while Guai Li calmly stared at the smoke behind Fang Yan.

They did not believe that Dali would be defeated so easily.

Just then, a gust of wind blew, dispersing the smoke and revealing what was inside.

Dali slumped among the rubble, his upper body embedded in the wall, his head hanging low.

The wind stopped quickly.

A black ribbon slowly drifted down from the sky.

It was about to fall to the ground, get covered in mud and dust, and become dirty.

A hand caught it just as it was about to hit the ground.

Then, under everyone's gaze, Dali raised his head, forcefully pulled himself out of the wall, stood up, and walked step by step onto the field.

It came to Fang Yan's side and handed him the black belt.

Fang Yan took the black belt. Neither he nor his Pokémon spoke; they simply glanced at each other and nodded.

it is more than words.

Fang Yan gripped the sweat-soaked black belt in his hand, took a deep breath, and then exhaled.

"Dali, are you ready?"

Dali grinned and gave him a thumbs up.

"Come on, let's give it our all, let's sweat it all out, forget everything, and enjoy the fight to the fullest! Punch after punch until we lose consciousness."

As Fang Yan finished speaking, he clenched his fist tightly around the black belt, saying, "We are of one mind!"

Fang Yan roared, "Explosive Fist!!!"

Shiba responded with a roar: "Explosive Fist!!!"

Everyone watched the battle between the two Machamp on the field. They had abandoned all fighting techniques and just kept throwing punches. The dull thuds continued to ring out, but both the two trainers and the two Machamp had a smirk on their faces.

"Hahaha, that's it, close combat!"

"Fang Yan, I'm really satisfied with this competition, and so is my superhuman strength. Come on, let's get close!"

With a powerful kick, the monstrous strength was sent flying, and both of them were panting heavily.

Even after dispelling its power, it still can't compare to its power? It truly is terrifying power.

"Shiba thought to himself."

"In that case, this will be our last resort."

"Shiba said softly."

"Fang Yan, this is our last resort!"

"Yes, this is the last resort!"

"Strange power,"

"vigorously,"

"True Qi Fist!!!"

"True Qi Fist!!!"

boom!

A dazzling white light shone, and everyone couldn't help but close their eyes.

Meanwhile, our reliable Gothic mother unleashed a terrifying mental power that distorted the space around her.

A crack appeared on the shield, and in the blink of an eye, the crack covered the entire shield.

Miss Gothic opened her mouth wide and roared.

"Brother—De!"

I blocked Arceus's attack, how could I not block yours?! Get back here!!!

The cracks on the previously precarious protective shield began to disappear one after another.

Until the protective cover is as smooth as a mirror.

As the white light faded, everyone opened their eyes and looked at the field.

Miss Gothic also removed the protective shield, floated back to the stands, and let out a weak breath.

Wusong's eyes never left Miss Goth.

Good heavens! Couldn't a Gothic lady just fall from the sky like this?! That way, no matter what I'm doing, there'll always be a Gothic lady cleaning up after me—

Wusong couldn't even imagine how comfortable this kind of life would be.

Understanding, can cook, takes care of others, and helps with tasks —

Wusong was almost drooling with envy.

At the same time, he also realized his identity: he was Gothicine from the Sinnoh region, always handling the aftermath for the League, while the real Gothicine was like Shojin from the Nursery, who had to handle the aftermath for the Nursery.

In addition, both of them are psychic type.

This allows us to calculate: Wusong = Miss Gothic, Miss Gothic = Wusong.

Wusong closed his eyes in pain.

I was wondering why I thought so highly of Miss Gothia —

So it turns out we're in the same boat—we share the same fate!

On the field, the two super-strong individuals remained in the same posture, their fists striking each other's faces, without moving an inch.

After a while, Dali withdrew his fist, stood up straight, and walked back towards Fang Yan.

Fang Yan looked at Dali standing in front of him, smiled, and gave him a thumbs up.

He responded with the same thumbs-up and smile.

Fang Yan reached out and re-tied the black belt around Dali's arm.

"Thanks a lot."

After the dialect was tied up, he said something softly.

"Thank you for fighting for me as always."

Dali grinned widely and chuckled.

Shiba took out a Poké Ball and sighed.

The muscle referee approached the muscular man and found that his eyes had rolled back and he had lost consciousness.

The muscle referee looked at Shiba, who nodded and then recalled the Machamp, which was still in a punching stance, into its Poké Ball.

"Thank you for your hard work, you superhuman strength."

The muscular referee shouted.

"The champion is out! It's ours! The dialect-speaking shop manager!!!"

The scene erupted into a frenzy of celebration.

The matches these past few days have been truly exhilarating for them; every game was thrilling and captivating.

Fang Yan led Dali to Shiba. Dali bowed to Shiba, and Fang Yan extended his hand to shake hands with Shiba.

"Cough."

Thank you for your guidance.

Shiba: "As expected of you, Fangyan. Next time, I will definitely beat you."

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

Fang Yan let go of his hand and said to Shiba with a smile.

"uncle!"

An excited voice came from behind.

Upon hearing this, Fang Yan's body stiffened instantly, and cold sweat poured down his back.

He instantly turned around and shielded Dali in front of him.

boom!

A dull thud sounded.

Sensing something was wrong, Shana looked up. "Huh? It's Dali! I bumped into the wrong person, hehe."

He grinned broadly.

"Cough."

It's me.

Fang Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Congratulations on winning the championship."

Cynthia, wearing high heels, approached Fang Yan and began to speak.

Because there were too many audience members, he only managed to say "thank you" in his dialect.

"sharp."

The Dandi Dynasty dialect gives a thumbs up.

"Thank you for the compliment."

Seeing that Fang Yan was surrounded by a group of people, Shiba turned and walked towards the passage.

As he walked out of the players' tunnel, Ah Si and Teng Shu were waiting for him not far away.

"We lost, senior brother."

The vine tree spoke.

Shiba nodded. "Yeah, we lost."

He clenched his fist. "He's strong, but I won't lose again next time."

Seeing this, Ah Si smiled and nodded, "In that case, let's go to that shop for ramen again, and then go back."

"it is good."

"I have no objection."

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