Elf: Rewriting the script, starting with Black Stocking Hanako

the next day.

The days of the quarterfinals.

The venue is three times larger than before and can accommodate two thousand people.

The stands were almost full, and the atmosphere was so enthusiastic it felt like it was about to explode.

The host stood in the center of the venue, and his voice was broadcast throughout the entire venue through the speakers.

"Ladies and gentlemen—welcome to the quarterfinals of the P1 Pokémon Fighting Championship!"

The crowd cheered.

"The first quarterfinal match is about to begin!"

"First, let's introduce our blue team player..."

Photos and information about the fan-shaped bracket appeared on the large screen.

"An old friend of the fighting world! Known for his incredibly fast punches—the fan...the fighter!"

Shan Dou walked out of the contestants' passage with a steady gait, his chin slightly raised, and a confident smile on his face.

He was wearing a white fighting suit, his arms were muscular, and his fists were wrapped in bandages.

As he walked to the sidelines, he raised his right fist and gestured to the audience.

Applause and whistles rang out, but not particularly enthusiastically.

After all, he's a familiar face, and the audience's novelty towards him has long since worn off.

The host continued.

"Next up, the red team!"

The large screen then switched to Jiang Chuan's photos and information.

"A rising star making rapid progress! Jiang Chuan, sweeping aside all opposition with his explosive 'Fiery Monkey' attack!"

Jiang Chuan walked out of the passage.

The stands erupted in cheers that were far more enthusiastic than before.

The Hot Monkey competition has attracted a lot of fans.

Xiaoxia shouted at the top of her lungs from the stands, "Jiang Chuan, go for it!"

Hanako clapped her hands and smiled.

Aimei stood next to Hanako, watching Jiangchuan walk onto the field, her heart pounding faster involuntarily.

The two people stood in the center of the field, facing each other.

Shan Dou looked Jiang Chuan up and down, a smirk playing on his lips, and spoke first.

"Kid, your Infernape is pretty good. It has a high talent for fighting."

Jiang Chuan looked at him without saying anything.

With his arms crossed, Shan Dou spoke with a condescending tone.

"Besides, Aimi taught you quite a few fighting techniques, right?"

Jiang Chuan didn't deny it: "Yes, your family's fighting skills are fantastic!"

Shan Dou nodded, his expression showing some approval.

"Of course I know that. Those techniques are the culmination of my father's life's work. You've got good taste to learn them."

He paused, then gave a crooked smile.

"To be honest, your Infernape and those skills are really impressive. If I hadn't been there, you would most likely have been the champion."

Shan Dou extended his index finger and pointed at Jiang Chuan.

"But it's a pity."

His smile carried an almost arrogant confidence.

"After studying fighting techniques for so many years, what I've come up with is even better than what my dad has."

"Moreover, a girl who loves beauty has limited understanding of fighting techniques."

"You've learned martial arts from a woman, which means you've fundamentally misunderstood the basics of fighting!"

Jiang Chuan looked at him, his expression unchanged.

He just nodded perfunctorily.

"You can say whatever you want."

"Can we start playing now?"

Shan Dou squinted, stared at Jiang Chuan for two seconds, and then his lips curled into a smirk.

"Come on! Fiery Monkey Boy—Jiang Chuan, let me teach you what real manly fighting is all about!"

The referee's flag was lowered.

Fan Dou struck first, shouting, "Hispan, Bullet Punch!"

Abiro's figure blurred instantly.

The fist, encased in a boxing glove, transformed into a streak of white light, moving with incredible speed and whistling through the air as it hurtled straight toward the face of the fiery monkey.

This is a Fighting-style preemptive move, prioritizing speed over most attacks.

Jiang Chuan calmly responded, issuing only a simple defensive command: "Inferno Monkey, Bodybuilding."

Infernape clenched its fists, its muscles tensed, and an almost invisible burst of energy erupted from its body, as if something had exploded inside it.

It did not hide.

Hitmonchan's fist slammed solidly into Incineroar's chest.

boom!

A muffled thud.

Intense Monkey took a half step back to steady himself.

Abiro's fist felt like it hit a thick wall; it struck, but didn't cause much real damage.

The fiery monkey bared its teeth, a glint of red light flashing in its eyes.

In the commentary booth, the commentator's voice rose.

"Jiangchuan's Inferno didn't dodge; it took Hitmonlee's Bullet Punch head-on!"

"What kind of playing style is this? Completely abandoning defense?"

Shan Dou frowned, but did not hesitate.

"Sonic Fist!"

Abiron threw another punch, this time even faster.

The force of the punch was so strong it seemed to tear through the air.

The fist, leaving afterimages, slammed heavily into Infernape's abdomen.

Infernape took another half step back, its abdominal muscles slightly concave, but it quickly bounced back.

It bared its teeth, but its eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Liang, who gets excited even when he's being hit.

Jiang Chuan continued to instruct Fiery Monkey to use Bodybuilding.

Intense Monkey channeled its energy again, its muscles tensing once more, and its energy flowed across its body, as if wrapping it in an invisible armor.

The commentator's voice grew louder.

"Bodybuilding again! Infernape has boosted its offense and defense twice in a row!"

"But the problem is, it keeps getting attacked!"

"What's wrong with Jiang Chuan today? He wasn't playing like this in previous matches!"

"Could it be that the Fan Fighter's attacks were too fierce, and Infernape had no chance to fight back?"

As the commentator continued talking, he began to believe it himself.

"The fan-fighting fighter truly lives up to his reputation as a veteran in the fighting world! Such overwhelming pressure is indeed difficult for newcomers to withstand!"

The audience also began to discuss the matter.

"What happened? Wasn't that Infernape very powerful before?"

"They've been beaten so badly they're speechless."

"That old guy with the fan is really something."

As Shan Dou listened to these words, the corners of his mouth curled up higher and higher.

He stood on the sidelines, arms crossed, chin slightly raised, his expression full of smugness.

"Kid, did you see that?" His voice carried an air of superiority: "That's the difference in strength."

"Your Incineroar is really good. Learning my old man's techniques is definitely a plus."

He smiled crookedly.

"However, in combat, technique alone is not enough. You need experience, the accumulation of real combat experience, and a true fighting spirit."

"How could a mere child like you possibly understand these things?"

Jiang Chuan ignored him.

His gaze remained fixed on Incineroar.

Despite taking two set of priority moves, Infernape's momentum didn't weaken; instead, it grew stronger.

The bodybuilding was layered twice, increasing both defense and attack.

More importantly, the layers of the Fist of Wrath are also stacking.

Each time it withstands an attack, its power increases by 50%.

Two attacks, 100% boost.

not enough.

not enough.

Jiang Chuan silently calculated in his mind.

It can be stacked up to six times, with 350% more power.

This is only two floors.

"Continue," he said calmly.

Shan Dou heard this as a message for him to continue his attack.

"Ahiro! Again! Sonic Fist!"

Hitmonlee shot out again, his fist leaving afterimages as it slammed into Infernape.

Intense Monkey took a step back, but this time it took less than before.

Its body had fully adapted to this level of impact, its muscles taut as hard as steel.

The third attack: swallowed it.

The red light in the fiery monkey's eyes grew stronger.

It was a suppressed, pent-up anger.

It's like a volcano, with magma churning underground, just waiting for the right moment to erupt.

The commentator was completely baffled.

"Sonic Punch again! Infernape got eaten again!"

"This is the third time already! Jiang Chuan shows absolutely no intention of retaliating!"

"What is he thinking?"

"Was he really stunned by the beating?"

In the stands, Xia was so nervous that she gripped Hua Zi's arm so tightly that her fingers dug into it.

"Hanako-nee, what's wrong with Jiang Chuan today?" Her voice was filled with obvious anxiety. "Why is he getting beaten up? He wasn't like this before!"

Hanako also frowned, but she was more composed than Kasumi.

"Don't rush, let's take another look."

Aimei stood to the side, her hands clasped together, her knuckles turning white.

She looked at Jiang Chuan on the field, her heart pounding with anxiety.

Xiaoxia suddenly remembered something, leaned close to Hanako's ear, and whispered, "Hanako-neechan, do you think it might be because of that...?"

"What?"

Xiaoxia blushed slightly and lowered her voice even further: "It's...that...thing in bed..."

Hanako paused for a moment.

Xiaoxia continued, "I heard that if athletes don't vent their emotions before a competition, their performance will decline."

"I've been staying at Aimei's house recently, and then I stayed at a hotel. Jiang Chuan is probably being cautious, so he hasn't... hasn't done 'that' with us..."

She paused, her face turning even redder.

"So my performance dropped significantly today..."

Hanako was amused by her earnest analysis and gave an awkward laugh.

"Where did you hear all this nonsense?"

Xiaoxia, however, became serious and anxious: "It's true! I've read some reports! They say that if athletes don't release some of their tension before a competition, it will affect their performance and reaction speed! Jiang Chuan hasn't been doing that lately... he must be really holding it in!"

Hanako was both amused and exasperated, and reached out to pat Xia's head.

"Don't overthink it. Jiang Chuan isn't the kind of person who would be affected by something like this."

Xiaoxia covered her head and pouted, clearly not believing it.

Although Xiaoxia spoke cryptically, Aimei understood what she meant and blushed.

She glanced at Jiang Chuan on the field, then quickly looked away.

Could it be... really because I haven't had any lately?

During the few days Jiang Chuan stayed at her house, he and Hua Zixia did sleep separately.

Her house isn't well soundproofed; she can definitely hear any noise.

After arriving at the hotel, she stayed in a room by herself, and no sound came from next door.

So... Jiang Chuan really held it in for several days?

So his performance has really declined?

The more she thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

I suddenly felt a little guilty.

If it weren't for helping her, Jiang Chuan wouldn't have stayed at her house, and he wouldn't have been holding back...

She bit her lip, her mind a jumble of thoughts.

The situation on the field continues.

The more Hitmonlee used his fan, the more comfortable he became with the blows, raining down punches on Infernape.

Two more rounds of attacks followed.

The fiery monkey took five hits.

Fifth grade, second semester.

The bodybuilding skill was stacked twice, significantly increasing both attack and defense.

The Fist of Wrath was stacked five times, increasing its power by 250%.

Fiery Monkey stood on the field, his muscles bulging, veins popping out, and eyes as red as two burning coals.

Its aura has completely changed.

He used to be like a raging wild beast.

It's like a volcano about to erupt.

Calm on the surface, but turbulent beneath.

The fan holder was not noticed.

He was too smug.

"Kid, did you see that? This is real fighting!"

He pointed at Jiangchuan, his voice growing louder and louder.

"What you learned from Aimei is too proper! Too gentle!"

"In this era, fighting is all about speed! Ruthlessness! It's about being reckless!"

"That's how I've won countless tough battles in the wild!"

His speech became faster and faster, and his emotions became more and more excited.

"The old man doesn't understand, and that girl Ai Mei understands even less. What could a woman possibly know about fighting?"

"Only I, only I, have truly grasped the essence of combat!"

He opened his arms as if embracing something.

"I am right! I am the strongest!"

"This victory is mine!"

"Final punch! Hitler, charge!"

Jiang Chuan looked at the fiery monkey, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Now."

"Infernape! Rage Punch! Smash it!"

An aura spread from the body of the Infernal Monkey.

Its body suddenly shot out, so fast that it left no afterimage.

Abhiron was still caught up in the rhythm of his attack; his fist had just been withdrawn, and he hadn't even had time to assume a defensive stance.

It was so fast that I never even thought about needing to defend.

Now, it wants to defend itself.

But it was too late.

Intense Monkey's fist was already pressed against its face.

This punch was the culmination of five minutes of pent-up anger.

After two bodybuilding sessions, his attack power skyrocketed.

The Fist of Wrath was struck six times, and its power soared to 350%.

In addition, the explosive punching technique involves generating power from the feet, twisting the waist, and extending the shoulders, allowing the power to travel from the ground all the way to the fist.

All the power was unleashed at this moment.

One punch.

Only one punch.

Abiron's entire body flew out, as if he had been hit head-on by a truck traveling at full speed.

It traced an arc in the air and crashed heavily to the other side of the field.

It rolled several times and then stopped.

It stopped moving.

The entire room fell silent.

The venue, which can hold two thousand people, was so quiet that you could hear the air moving.

The referee paused for two seconds before running over to check on Hitler's condition.

Abhiron's eyes rolled back, foam smeared all over his face, and he lay limply on the ground, motionless.

The referee raised his hand.

"Ahiro is incapacitated! Winner: Jiangchuan!"

The entire room fell silent.

then,

Holy crap!!!

"One punch!!!"

"He was sent flying with just one punch!!!"

"What just happened?!"

"What kind of fist is that?!"

The voices of two thousand people exploded at the same time, like someone throwing a bomb into a calm lake.

Cheers, screams, whistles, and applause mingled together, making the stadium ceiling vibrate.

"Jiangchuan! Jiangchuan! Jiangchuan!"

Someone started chanting Jiang Chuan's name rhythmically.

The voices were as synchronized as a well-trained army.

Xiaoxia jumped up from the stands, bouncing really high.

"Jiang Chuan won! Jiang Chuan won!"

She hugged Hanako tightly, and the two of them jumped and danced in the stands.

Hanako was so shaken that she almost lost her balance, but she still smiled and hugged her.

"I see it! I see it! Stop shaking! Stop shaking!"

Xiaoxia ignored him completely and kept jumping.

After jumping a few times, he grabbed Aimei next to him.

"Sister Aimei! You won! Jiang Chuan won!"

Aimei stumbled as she was pulled, but quickly smiled.

Looking at Jiang Chuan standing on the field, and at the fiery monkey beside him that was glowing red, the tension that had been building up inside her finally eased.

Won.

We really won.

She took a deep breath and clapped along with Xiaoxia.

The applause was soft, but genuine.

Hanako stood beside her, smiling gently and clapping her hands lightly.

Three women: one boisterous, one quiet, and one gentle.

On the field, Incineroar stood still, looking down at his fist.

It seemed that it hadn't expected the punch to be so powerful.

I paused for two seconds.

Then it raised its head and roared to the sky.

It was the exhilarating feeling of releasing everything in one breath after holding it in for five minutes.

Jiang Chuan walked over and patted the fiery monkey on the head.

"Well done."

Fiery Monkey turned to look at him, grinned, and revealed a set of white teeth.

On the field, the fan was still standing in the same spot.

He didn't move.

He hasn't moved since the moment Abiron flew away.

His expression was strange.

It wasn't anger, nor resentment, but rather a kind of... bewilderment.

His eyes were fixed straight ahead, his pupils slightly dilated.

His lips moved as if he were muttering something, but his voice was too soft for anyone to hear.

His head began to twitch.

It wasn't the exaggerated kind of twitching; it was very subtle, one twitch after another, like something bouncing around in his head.

"How is that possible..."

He muttered to himself.

"How could that be..."

"I...I'm a martial arts expert..."

His voice was trembling.

"How could I possibly lose to a kid who's only been learning martial arts for a short time..."

He raised his hand and looked at his fist.

Those hands have fought countless tough battles; he himself has lost count.

He thought he was invincible.

"I...I've won every single time..."

He clenched his fist so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"In the wild, Hitler won many, many times..."

"You've been winning all along!"

"I should keep winning..."

His voice grew softer and softer, more fragmented.

"How...how is this possible..."

He suddenly clutched his head, dug his fingers into his hair, and pulled hard.

"Impossible! Impossible! Impossible!"

Fan Dou growled, clutching his head and shaking it, falling into a strange and somewhat terrifying state...