Pokémon, Ash's art style is off!

"We'll use Lightning Fist too!"

"Suck Pikachu's electricity and give it back double!"

"thunder!"

Upon hearing this, Raichu, who was in the dust, perked up and his round face showed a "just in time" expression.

It immediately lowered its waist and stood up.

He raised his fist, which was crackling with tiny sparks of electricity, and began to fully mobilize the electrical current within his body.

At the same time, it attempted to draw upon the surging electricity that was expected to arrive from beyond the smoke and dust.

however……

One second, two seconds...

Raicho's expression shifted from confidence to doubt, and then to a hint of bewilderment.

That's not right...

Why is it beyond the smoke and dust...?

A reaction with absolutely no current convergence?

There wasn't even the slightest fluctuation in electrical energy.

bluff?

Or did the move fail?

In that fleeting moment of distraction caused by doubt—

Swish!

A yellow figure suddenly broke through the still-lingering dust!

It wasn't the fist wrapped in golden lightning that I had expected.

Instead... it was a solid fist wrapped in an invisible gust of wind, relying purely on physical strength and speed to deliver a powerful punch!

boom! !

It was another familiar, muffled thud that made your teeth ache!

The punch landed squarely on the other side of Raichu's cheek, which was still throbbing from the Iron Tail attack!

"Raichou—?!!"

Even before the pain, what surged up was a bewilderment and absurdity ten times stronger than before!

Raichu was completely unprepared for this attack.

His body lost its balance again, and he was hit so hard that he spun half a circle on the spot, rolled several steps, and fell to the ground with a thud.

It covered its cheeks, which were beginning to swell symmetrically on both sides.

His eyes were wide open.

Looking at Pikachu standing with its fist tucked in, it felt like countless question marks were exploding in my mind.

What the hell is this thing?!

Where's the promised lightning fist?!

Where's your electricity?!

Pikachu shook its slightly numb fist.

Looking at Raichu's bewildered expression, it seemed as if he had just remembered something.

It tilted its head and blinked.

Then, a tiny, almost perfunctory spark of electricity slowly and symbolically appeared on the fist that had just been used to strike.

"Pikachu~"

Oh, I'm sorry.

It was so focused on exerting force that it forgot to apply the current.

Now this...

Is that probably the Thunder Fist?

"..."

Ma Xueshi opened his mouth, feeling a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat, neither coming up nor going down.

He wanted to say it from the very beginning of the match!

What's wrong with young people these days? Are their fighting styles so wild?!

The move names are just made up on the spot!

Iron Tail is no longer Iron Tail, Sand Slash is no longer Sand Slash, and now even Thunder Punch doesn't have any electricity!

What kind of Electric-type Pokémon battle is this?!

Can you please just use the move names correctly?!

"Boy..."

Ma Zhishi spoke, his tone complex, a mixture of helplessness and a hint of the worry of a senior.

"I admit, you've trained this Pikachu's physical attributes and close-combat skills to an astonishing degree."

"This style of play does indeed have the effect of achieving unexpected victories."

He changed the subject, emphasizing his words and adding a warning tone.

"However, you must understand that, no matter how Electric-type Pokémon change their form, the source of their power and their pride always lies in electricity! In the surging electrical energy within their bodies!"

"Abandoning one's innate advantages and becoming overly reliant on or even obsessed with these unconventional and niche skills might bring temporary success in certain situations."

"But this path is destined to be short-lived and unsustainable."

Lt. Surge's gaze swept over Pikachu's petite body, his expression suggestive.

As a Pikachu, its physical attributes are inherently weaker, so focusing excessively on physical attacks is tantamount to putting the cart before the horse.

Xiao Zhi did not refute what he heard.

He scratched his head and then looked at Mascherano with an incredibly honest look in his eyes, even with a touch of naivety in discussing the matter at hand.

“Mr. Ma Xueshi, you are right, but…”

He pointed to Raichu opposite him, whose ability was still active despite the swelling and pain in its cheek, and his tone was very sincere.

"Raichu's ability is Lightning Rod, and Pikachu's Electric-type moves can't overcome that ability, so..."

"Why should we use electric-type moves? Isn't that just making things harder for ourselves?"

"Lei Lei~"

Raichu's head was still buzzing, and both cheeks were symmetrically swollen and painful.

Upon hearing this, he subconsciously nodded, his eyes revealing a look of deep agreement.

That makes sense.

The trainer's words were indeed a bit thoughtless.

That fundamental theory of electricity sounds quite lofty, but in the current specific situation...

That's really too unrealistic.

Don't mind me!

Lt. Surge: "..."

He was speechless at this blunt truth.

Yeah, if using Electric-type moves is like charging the opponent and giving them a buff, then why bother using Electric-type moves at all?

Are you going to try to persuade Raichu to turn off its ability with just words?

The logic is rigorous, the angle is unique, and it is irrefutable.

This damned fact left Maschindler speechless, all the advice he had prepared stuck in his throat.

After a long pause, he waved his hand somewhat reluctantly.

"Ahem! In short, you have to understand that in the long run, the power of Electric-type Pokémon ultimately depends on the deep development and control of their own electricity! That's fundamental!"

"You're right, but..."

Xiao Zhi seemed to want to discuss the dialectical relationship between the fundamental and the practical a few more times.

"Alright! Stop talking!"

Realizing he might not gain any advantage in the argument, and could even be led astray, Lt. Surge immediately interrupted Satoshi tactically, raising his voice by half an octave unconsciously.

He needs to regain control of the battle.

"Lei Lei?"

Aren't you going to listen?

Raichu felt it was a bit of a pity.

It felt that the trainer on the other side was playing a jungler style.

But what he said actually made a lot of sense.

"?"

Ma Xueshi's sharp gaze swept over his ace player, who always seemed to sabotage things at the most inexplicable moments.

Raichu shrank back, swallowing the rest of his muttered words.

Taking a deep breath, Ma Zhishi suppressed his slightly chaotic thoughts, and his eyes regained their imposing presence.

He looked at Xiaozhi and said in a deep voice.

"Theoretical discussions can perhaps be left until after the war."

"Now, Raichu will let you experience firsthand what true, overwhelming electric power is!"