Pokémon, Ash's art style is off!

"What do you mean 'like this'?!"

The unfortunate man's face went from red to white, and then from white to purple.

"What have we Hoenn people done to you?!"

He read deep malice in the referee's eyes!

He then glared fiercely at the two figures still locked in fierce combat.

"We'll fight for our pride, not steamed buns! Iron Palm Warriors, let's go! We're making people look down on us Hoenn!"

Upon hearing this, the Iron Palm Warrior no longer bothered to secretly rub the glitter from the edge of his palm behind his back.

He clapped his hands together, producing a dull thud, and strode forward, braving the aftershocks of the battle.

That aura truly possessed a tragic grandeur, as if facing death without flinching.

This is going to be very serious.

It was like poking a nest of bees.

"If the Hoenn faction is going all in, how can we Kanto faction back down?!"

"Brothers, charge with me! Even if we have to lie down today, we'll be at the very front! We can't let people say that we're no good in Guandong!"

"That's right!"

"Charge!"

"Tell my mother! I'm not a coward!"

The area is closed.

A dozen or so Pokémon, along with their enthusiastic trainers, surged toward the center of the arena, jostling and pushing each other.

Some were being pulled along by their own Pokémon, while others were pulling along their Pokémon.

In short, they were terrified of being disqualified from being recognized as Kanto people if they were even a step too late.

however--

In the arena, Azure Blade Demon, who was fiercely battling Infernape, merely turned slightly to the side.

He didn't even glance at this rabble.

The two swords casually drew a semicircle.

A flash of sword light.

The Pokémon at the forefront, along with their trainers who couldn't stop themselves, were sent flying.

At the same instant, Infernape also didn't turn its head.

A series of fluid and unrestrained movements created a chaotic scene, leaving behind numerous afterimages and a howling wind.

Fist, palm, fingers, elbow, knee, leg.

Every joint has been transformed into a weapon.

Those Pokémon that managed to escape the encirclement of the Azure Flame Blade Ghost Sword hadn't even had time to celebrate.

They were overwhelmed by this fierce and relentless offensive, and were wiped out without exception.

Just for a moment.

The dozen or so people who had charged forward so aggressively just moments before, along with their Pokémon, were now lying scattered all over the ground.

The room was completely silent.

You could hear a pin drop.

The trainers on the ground finally realized a cruel truth.

That is, what separates him from the two people still fighting fiercely in the center of the arena is not passion or courage, but a bottomless chasm called strength.

Azure Blade Demon and Fire Monkey are temporarily separated in the arena.

Neither of the two Pokémon were in good condition.

The flames on the Azure Flame Blade Demon's body had dimmed considerably, and even the armor on its chest bore a deep fist mark.

The Infernape was also disheveled and panting heavily.

But their momentum was even more fierce than before.

The boy took a deep breath and a smile appeared on his face.

"I never expected Group B to have such a hidden opponent..."

"I think so too."

The two faced each other across half the space.

"One move to decide the outcome?" the boy asked.

"Then let's settle this with one decisive move!" Ash said without hesitation.

Huh?

Something seems... off?

The referee paused for a moment, then opened his mouth.

But when the words were on the tip of my tongue, I couldn't quite put my finger on what was wrong with them.

but……

A single move decides the outcome; that's the spirit of youth!

“This move,” the boy paused, his eyes suddenly sharpening like a hawk, his entire aura changing drastically, “was originally meant for that guy Nemo.”

A confident smile curved his lips.

"But using it on you wouldn't be a waste!"

"Azure Flame Blade Demon—use that move!"

The Azure Flame Blade Demon moved at the sound.

Its two swords were crossed in front of its chest, and the flames on the swords suddenly changed.

Two distinctly different lights rose from the sword.

The sword in his right hand ignited with a ghostly blue flame.

It was a fire of regret, formed from resentment and obsession, cold and profound.

The sword in the left hand glowed with a golden halo.

That was the sharp edge of spiritual power materialized, pure and sharp, capable of cutting through all illusions.

Both swords were drawn simultaneously.

One blue and one gold, two slashes came at an angle, drawing two arcs in the air, aiming straight for Infernape's vital points!

"Although I'm not quite sure about the blue move, is the other one the Spirit Blade?"

Xiao Gang seemed to be thinking about something.

"Using two different skills at the same time? So this is dual-wielding?!"

Xiaoxia exclaimed in amazement as she held Pikachu.

She knew how difficult it was to use two skills at the same time.

That's not a question of one plus one equals two.

Instead, the goal is to allow two completely different types of energy to be released simultaneously on the same carrier without interfering with each other.

This requires an unbelievable level of control over power!

If you are not careful, the energy will backfire and harm you.

Xiao Zhi's eyes lit up immediately.

Oh, I see. So that's how you use skills?

"Since that's the case, we won't hide it anymore!"

"Fire Monkey!"

"Pfft!"

The Infernape let out a deafening roar.

The Buddha-nature in his eyes vanished, replaced by boundless anger suppressed in his heart!

Its fists were tucked into its waist, and all the muscles in its body were taut like a tightly wound spring.

All his anger, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, gathered in his right fist!

"Fist of Fury!"

He threw a punch.

There are no fancy techniques.

There are no flashy special effects.

It's the simplest, purest, and most ferocious punch.

Fist and sword finally clashed.

"boom--!"

Azure Flame Blade Demon's twin swords blocked the Firestorm Monkey's fist.

The eerie blue flames intertwined with the golden halo, locked in a stalemate with the unadorned fist.

A hint of surprise flashed in the boy's eyes, and he subconsciously tightened his grip on the Poké Ball.

You can't even win this?

Could it be that I still need to use...? But before I could make up my mind, I heard Infernape roar again.

Having unleashed its pent-up rage, Infernape became even angrier!

What level are you in?