Pokémon, Ash's art style is off!

"This is... the Azure Flame Blade Demon?"

"Huh? I didn't expect there would be people in Kanto who recognize our Padia Pokémon?"

A gasp of surprise came from the side.

Xiao Zhi turned his head away.

The speaker was a boy, about the same age as him.

He was wearing a neat uniform—a white T-shirt, orange striped shorts, and an orange tie.

A logo was sewn onto the T-shirt, with half an orange printed in the center.

The boy looked somewhat surprised.

"But I'm sorry."

"My treasure hunt... can't be disturbed!"

"Blue Flame Blade Ghost!"

Upon hearing this, Azure Flame Blade Demon crossed the blades in front of his arm into a cross, and the image of the Firestorm Monkey was reflected on the blades.

Step out.

The trail of the flaming blade as it slashed down left a fan-shaped trail of afterglow in mid-air.

People tell lies, but swords tell the truth!

Sword of Regret!

The fiery monkey's eyes narrowed.

It raised its hands, about to catch it steadily as before, when it heard Ash say something.

"Watch out! It's a ghost-type!"

The boy's heart stirred.

He's definitely someone who knows about Parthia.

You should know that he just relied on this information gap.

Using the fact that the Azure Flame Blade Demon has ghost attributes, it has tricked quite a few people.

The Azure Flame Blade Demon's blade had already cleaved down.

But Infernape did not retreat.

Although it dislikes fighting, it is not pedantic either!

"Pfft!"

It let out a low growl, clenched its right fist, and dark energy gathered at its knuckles—

Malicious pursuit!

The fist touched the blade.

The air exploded, creating a visible ring of ripples, like a giant rock crashing into a calm body of water.

Sparks flew everywhere!

The two unlucky trainers and their Pokémon who were closest to the impact were not only affected by the shockwave, but were also almost completely engulfed by the flames!

"He actually caught it?"

The young man was stunned.

I never expected that, apart from that terrifying woman in the academy...

It's unbelievable that someone can actually fight on equal terms with me, the number one Azure Flame Blade Demon of Orange Academy!

"Interesting." A fighting spirit ignited in the boy's eyes. "Azure Flame Blade Demon! Give him your full strength! Let him see the power of the Padia!"

Flames surged around the Azure Flame Blade Demon, and even more intense azure flames ignited on its blade.

Xiao Zhi raised an eyebrow.

He looked at the surging azure flames opposite him, and a smile crept onto his lips.

Isn't this just another form of wave collision?

He clenched his fist and spoke in a clear voice:

"Infernape! We won't give up!"

"boom--!"

"boom--!"

"boom--!"

The flames and the fist collided once again.

Every time the Azure Flame Blade Demon and the Firestorm Monkey clashed, a shockwave carrying flames spread outwards violently.

Within the range of their skills, trainers scrambled backward, while Pokémon tucked their tails between their legs and desperately tried to dodge.

The previously lively melee has now completely ceased.

All eyes were fixed on the two entangled figures in the arena.

Flames and fist shadows clashed.

Flames and fist winds tear and bite.

In the center of the entire venue, only the two of them remained.

Ash's bangs were whipped up by the blast of air and fluttered loudly.

He didn't blink.

Neither did the Padian boy.

Their gazes met in mid-air, separated by two intertwined, tearing afterimages and scorched marks covering the ground.

The number of spectators at the sidelines had increased without anyone noticing—they had all come from other districts after hearing about it.

Some people were taking pictures with their phones, some were standing on tiptoe and squeezing forward, and others were gasping for breath as they watched.

"This is Zone B? Wasn't Zone B supposed to be the retirement area?!"

"You call this retirement planning?!"

The unlucky fellow who had been caught in the flames got up covered in soot.

He looked at the referee beside him, his face filled with grief and indignation.

"Aren't you going to do anything about this?! Isn't it said that you can't attack trainers?!"

The referee glanced at him sideways.

His gaze was filled with undisguised disdain as he looked the person up and down.

"You can't attack the trainer, but they didn't attack you either."

The referee spoke slowly, his voice neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for those around him to hear.

"Can't even withstand the aftershocks of a skill—"

He paused.

"Tsk, these young people nowadays, each generation is worse than the last."

114. The Guild Master Killer!

The referee had barely finished speaking.

There was a moment of silence on the field, followed by an uproar.

What does "young people today" mean?

A young man wearing a sleeveless vest, revealing his bronze arms, suddenly widened his eyes.

"Referee, I don't like hearing that!"

"Don't make sweeping generalizations! He is him, and we are us! This is just the aftermath of a battle... We're not complaining!"

Immediately, someone nearby chimed in.

"That's right, that's right, we're all native to Northeast China, look at that guy—"

He gestured towards the unlucky guy on the sidelines.

"He's accompanied by Iron Fist Warriors."

"Stop being so dramatic. I think he's definitely not from Northeast China; he's definitely from Hoenn!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the eyes of the onlookers all turned to the Iron Palm Warrior whose body was charred black.

"Oh~~ from Hoenn."

A drawn-out murmur of sudden realization rang out from the crowd.

"Is that the Hoenn that holds fancy contests all the time?"

"Then it's no wonder they're so whiny. I heard that trainers over there always have to style their Pokémon's hair and spray some glitter on them before a competition..."

"Hoenn, is that so?"

Upon hearing this, the referee nodded thoughtfully.

His face immediately showed relief, as if to say, "I see, that makes sense now."

He realized that what he had just said was indeed a bit harsh.

It's a cultural difference, after all.

In the eyes of people from the Kanto region, Hoenn people are lolis (young girls).

In the eyes of the Kanto people who practiced martial arts, she was the cutest of all lolis!

A little girl fell like that...

It's already amazing that she didn't cry; how can we ask for more?