Pokémon, Ash's art style is off!

With thick limbs and dense hair, his hands are clasped together.

His eyes were full of Buddhist wisdom.

The entire room fell silent for a second.

Then, things exploded.

"WTF?"

"Primegas? Wasn't it supposed to be Pikachu?!"

"Why not use Pikachu when Pikachu is so strong, and send out a Primeape instead?"

"Holy crap, could this be a fixed match?"

"No way, they've already played the semifinals, why would they throw the final? What's the point?"

"Boring! I want to see rivers of blood!"

From the audience, skepticism arose one after another.

Kukui on the other side was also a bit confused.

He also thought Ash would send out Pikachu.

After all, those two punches just now had already proven Pikachu's strength.

Now let's switch to a Primalmon...

Pikachu stood on Ash's shoulder, its two little paws lifting up helplessly.

"Pikachu pikachu~"

唏。

Don't be fooled by its fighting prowess.

But in fact, it is the future of wisdom.

......

"King Shiba? This is...."

As a host, he felt immense pressure.

It's fine if he didn't have a role to play in the first two games.

Now he can't even understand the Pokémon that the contestants send out.

How could he, as the commentator, possibly bear this?

Shiba glanced at him, then at the Infernape in the arena, and spoke up, a rare occurrence for him.

"You just don't understand."

Shiba still wanted to offer some pointers to this fairly sensible host.

After all, the other party was sincere and reacted very quickly.

"Please enlighten me, King Shiba!"

The host's eyes lit up, and he quickly moved a few steps closer.

Ultimately, Pikachu and Incineroar are the same type of Pokémon.

Shiba spoke calmly, drawing everyone's attention.

"The same type?" The host was stunned. "But their attributes, size—"

“I’m not talking about attributes, nor body size,” Shiba interrupted him, his gaze falling on the arena. “I’m talking about fighting style.”

He paused, his voice low.

"In my opinion, they are all the type of fighters who rely on physical abilities, using speed, strength, reaction time... their body's instincts to fight."

The host nodded thoughtfully.

"Pikachu is indeed good. It is fast, has quick reflexes, and is also quite strong, but if it really faces Incineroar, it doesn't have many advantages."

Shiba's gaze shifted to the Fire Monkey standing quietly in the arena.

"But Primeape...that's a different story."

After saying that, he said no more.

The host stood on the sidelines, waiting for a long time, but nothing came of it.

He felt like he was listening to a storyteller who had just reached the most exciting part, when the storyteller suddenly struck the gavel and said, "To find out what happens next, stay tuned for the next episode."

I feel so uncomfortable.

He couldn't help but ask.

"What's different?"

Shiba glanced at him.

"If I keep talking, it will be considered a spoiler."

host:"……"

The audience: "..."

There was a three-second silence.

Then, a wail erupted from the stands.

"It's better not to say anything at all than to say something only halfway!"

"Riddlers, get out of Northeast China!"

"It's only because of Shiba that I'm giving him face; otherwise, I would have rushed up and beaten him up long ago!"

"It's alright! If we all attack at once, even the Heavenly King can't take us all down in one go... right?"

As the mountain with the highest individual combat strength, Shiba stood there expressionless.

That last sentence was already an exception.

Should we continue?

That is impossible.

After all, some things... lose their meaning once spoken.

......

"Roar!"

In the arena, Incineroar stood beside Kukui, its gaze towards Primal Monk now filled with wariness.

As a battle-hardened king, its intuition is sharper than anyone else's.

That fiery monkey... gave it a rather different feeling.

It had seen quite a few of these Pokémon.

He has a bad temper and is easily angered; in battle, he relies entirely on brute force to charge forward.

But this one in front of me—

He stood there, motionless.

His gaze was calm.

Breathing is steady.

It's like a bottomless pool of water.

The fiery roaring tiger's intuition told it—this fiery monkey is intelligent!

As we all know, those who are both intelligent and skilled in combat often come up with tricky ideas!

"Roar."

It let out a low growl, lowered its body slightly, and assumed a fighting stance.

Kukui noticed the change in his partner and raised an eyebrow slightly.

There aren't many opponents that can make the Blazing Roaring Tiger take things seriously.

"Then let's begin!"

Xiao Zhi nodded.

"Incineroar, are you ready?"

The Infernape didn't turn around, but simply nodded slightly.

Seeing that both sides were ready, the referee raised his flag high.

"The final round—officially begins!"

The moment the flag was lowered.

The fiery roaring tiger moved.

Without warning or any build-up, it launched itself and covered almost half the field.

Carrying terrifying power, it charged straight at Infernape!

A gasp of surprise erupted from the audience.

"So fast!"

"So this is the Blazing Roaring Tiger! So this is what stats are all about?!"

"Beautiful! So beautiful!"

Infernal Roar Tiger charged at Infernal Monkey, raising its right paw high.

This strike involved no fancy techniques whatsoever.

It is pure power.

Pure speed.

A pure physical outburst.