Pokémon, Ash's art style is off!

Ash stared calmly at the rapidly approaching figure.

What appeared to be a blur of punches to everyone else seemed like slow motion to him.

He could clearly see the contraction of every muscle in Quick-Punch Man's body and every shift in his center of gravity.

The speed is so-so.

But that punching stance... that leaves him completely vulnerable.

If you raise your shoulders too high, don't turn your waist enough, and lean your center of gravity too far forward—you can't take back the punch once it's thrown.

"Pikachu."

Ash's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached Pikachu's ears.

"We are the same."

Pikachu is a ruthless mouse who doesn't talk much.

It crouched slightly, its hind leg muscles tensed—

same?

The corners of Shan Dou's mouth curled up again.

Isn't this a joke?

How could Pikachu possibly learn that...?

what? !

The next instant, Shan Dou's expression froze.

"Yebi!"

With a scream, Quick Fist Bro was sent flying backward at an even greater speed than when he arrived.

Its body tumbled in the air, its limbs spread out uncontrollably, as if it had been hit head-on by a giant rock snake using 100,000 horsepower.

Its back plowed a deep furrow into the turf, the soil tumbling and grass clippings flying everywhere.

It slid for more than ten meters before finally coming to a stop.

Shan Dou's eyes were wide open like copper bells.

What did he just see?

How did Fast Fist Man fly out?

"What?! What just happened?!"

The stands erupted in chaos, with countless people standing up from their seats and craning their necks to look ahead.

Did you see that?

"I didn't see it clearly... but it looked like Pikachu moved?"

Some said uncertainly that the eyes were still struggling to focus.

"It was Pikachu that moved and hit Kaito before Mach Punch hit."

One person stated this with absolute certainty.

His tone was firm and unquestionable, as if he had witnessed it himself.

"If you say so, then so be it! Everyone else couldn't see it clearly except you, so why don't you just say you are...?!"

Some people expressed their doubts and turned around to argue.

Looking back, I saw the iconic mask firmly placed on the person's head.

The Fiery Roaring Tiger beside him gave him a ferocious grin, revealing its gleaming white teeth.

"...So it's you, sir!"

The man suddenly changed the subject.

His facial expression instantly switched to fawning, a change of expression that was astonishingly swift.

"No wonder you could see so clearly! Would you like to come over here? I can see clearly from here..."

The stage was packed with people, but Xiao Zhi didn't give them any more time to react.

He could clearly sense Pikachu's fighting spirit!

Ash glanced at Shiba on the stage, who didn't seem surprised, then looked away and focused his gaze on Pikachu.

Brother Shiba, just you wait and see!

"Pikachu!"

"Pickup!"

No words are needed.

Pikachu starts with a lightning-fast attack.

Its small body left a trail of afterimages on the grass.

The yellow figure moved as fast as lightning, making it almost impossible to track.

Before Quick-Brawler could react, Pikachu, grinning maliciously, reappeared in its field of vision.

A punch right on the head!

"Yebi?!"

A flicker of panic crossed Quick Fist's eyes, and his pupils dilated instantly.

But years of training have made the body react instinctively.

He immediately raised both fists to his chest, assuming a defensive stance! His arms were crossed, his muscles tensed, and every fiber was preparing to withstand the impact.

in time.

It thought, a glimmer of hope flashing in its eyes.

If we can defend against this attack, then—

"ended."

In the guest section, Shiba stood up.

He spoke softly.

His gaze fell on Pikachu, his eyes filled with a hint of relief, and a hint of... knowing it was just as he expected.

As expected, Pokémon with exceptional talent are indeed exceptional talent.

The essence of strength... I've already grasped the basics.

Pikachu rushed up to Hitman.

One punch.

That punch looked ordinary.

There was no brilliance, no special effects, and not even much presence.

It's simply a matter of transforming a surface into points.

It's been fired.

The fist landed on Fast Fist's crossed arms.

The moment of contact.

Quick Fist Man's arms trembled.

My muscles twitched violently, and I felt a sharp, pricking sensation.

The sensation spread rapidly from the point of contact in the arm, penetrating the muscles, the bones, and reaching the internal organs.

This punch was actually released into his body through his own defense!

Simply put, Pikachu's punch is a penetrating attack!

It's unstoppable!

It's impossible to defend against!

Pikachu, already incredibly strong, combined with the techniques taught by Shiba and improved by Ash, allowed Hitmonchan to fly again!

This time it flew even further, its body crossing half the field and drawing an arc in the air.

It slammed heavily into the wall at the edge of the field!

"boom--"

With a muffled thud, the wall trembled, and rubble fell in a flurry.

Quick-Punch Man's body was embedded in the wall, like a painting nailed to the wall.

The host hadn't even reacted yet.

But seeing that Shiba was about to leave, he quickly spoke up.

"King Shiba, it's not over yet!"

He stretched out his hand, his tone urgent, and pointed to the field with his other hand.

Shiba waved his hand without turning his head.

"This punch is the end of it; Fast Fist Man won't be able to get up."

Shiba spoke calmly, as if stating a fact that couldn't be more obvious.

"No, that's not what I meant. I meant this is only the first match; there's another one coming up..."

The host said, gesturing with his fingers, looking embarrassed.

Shiba: "......"

He stopped in his tracks.

The air froze for a second.

Without uttering a sound, Shiba obediently sat down again.