Pokémon, Ash's art style is off!

Xiao Mao's lips curled up again.

But this time, the smile lacked the previous ease; instead, it conveyed a resolute determination to burn one's bridges.

"In that case, let's show them our strongest attack!"

"Click!"

The moment the words were spoken, a faint blue halo emerged from the crevices of the Blastoise's shell.

The halo seemed to seep out from the bones.

The patterns on the tortoise shell spread little by little, eventually converging on the two thick water cannons on its shoulders.

Rapids, triggered!

Fine water vapor began to rise from the surface of the tortoise shell, and the air became humid and heavy.

Blastoise's breathing became deep, but its eyes were calmer than ever before.

That's the resolve to gamble everything on a single strike!

Xiao Zhi's breathing became rapid, and his lips unconsciously parted in a wide grin.

That's it! That's how it should be!

He clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white, and his heart pounded in his chest.

This is what a real battle is!

Blastoise aimed its two water cannons at Pikachu.

Its legs were slightly bent, and its entire body's center of gravity was lowered, like a coastal defense gun that was firmly fixed in place.

Deep inside the cannon muzzle, a faint blue light could be seen gathering.

That's not just a simple flow of water, but water-attribute energy amplified to its limit and compressed to almost a tangible form by the characteristics of rapids!

That wasn't an ordinary water gun, it was—

"Water cannon!"

Xiao Mao shouted those two words.

boom--!

Blastoise's two water cannons simultaneously emitted a deafening roar.

With the added power of the rapids, two incredibly thick, high-pressure water jets roared towards Pikachu like two water dragons!

This is the struggle between me and Blastoise for victory!!!

Where the water column passes.

Two deep furrows were plowed into the ground, and soil and gravel were thrown around.

The aftershocks from the edge of the water column even lifted entire sections of grass on both sides, tearing them to shreds in mid-air!

Pointing at it, Pikachu's fur stood on end.

It wasn't static electricity, it was intuition, the strongest warning issued by its battle instinct honed through countless trials.

At this range and speed, there's no way to avoid it.

It can't escape!

But there's no need to hide!

As if sensing Pikachu's feelings, Ash's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Pikachu! Don't let anyone underestimate you!"

His voice drowned out the roar of the water cannons.

"Use the Iron Tail—split it open!"

As a Kanto native... I can't afford to lose face when it comes to battling!

"Pickup!"

Pikachu advances instead of retreating!

It gathered its strength in its tail again, then pushed off with both legs, and charged straight at the two water dragons!

What is it thinking?!

Xiao Mao's pupils suddenly contracted.

That's a water cannon powered by a torrent!

It's thicker than Pikachu's body!

What's the difference between charging head-on and suicide?!

But the answer was reflected in his pupils the next moment.

The water jets rushed towards us with enough force to smash a rock into powder, and the air itself hummed from the high-pressure water jets.

Pikachu did not close its eyes.

Its eyes were open.

The tail drew a perfect arc in the air, cleanly and neatly slashing down from top to bottom!

The tip of the tail collided head-on with the water column.

It let out a sharp screech.

The sound didn't resemble water colliding with a tail; it was more like two pieces of steel violently rubbing against each other, so sharp that everyone on the sidelines instinctively covered their ears.

And then—they broke up.

From the very center.

That incredibly thick high-pressure water jet was actually split in two right in the middle by Pikachu's tail!

Despite the immense impact, Pikachu smiled proudly.

Break through the surface with a single point! Kid!

For the same force, the smaller the contact area, the greater the pressure!

This is the power of science!

High-pressure water jets swept past Pikachu's sides, producing a piercing whistling sound.

The violent current made it tremble, but its tail did not budge even slightly.

Countless tiny water droplets exploded in the air, transforming into a vast curtain of water.

It was as if a torrential rain had been forcibly torn open a gap, and water mist filled the entire venue. Sunlight pierced through the mist, refracting a fleeting rainbow.

And right in the center of that rainbow—

Pikachu emerged from the curtain of water, soaked to the bone, its fur clinging to its skin, water droplets dripping from its cheeks and ear tips, but its eyes were brighter than ever.

It's like a cannonball fired from a gun, carrying all of gravity and will.

The downward trend continues unabated.

It hit Blastoise squarely!

217. Oh no! My ultimate Pro Max version researcher, Xiao Zhi!

boom--! ! !

The tail made close contact with the bald head.

Unsurprisingly.

After being struck by this scientifically enhanced attack, Blastoise immediately fell backward with its head tilted back.

The heavy carapace, along with its entire body, crashed into the mud with a thud.

Mud splattered everywhere, and a deep, turtle-shaped depression was added to the already pitted and uneven ground in the center of the arena, which was already riddled with holes from the fierce battle.

Blastoise!

Seeing that his Pokémon was unable to fight, Gary's body rushed out before his shouts could be heard.

"Hey, how are you?"

"Blastoise! ​​Can you still hear me?"

With a sliding tackle, Shigeru landed right in front of Blastoise.

He reached out and touched Blastoise's forehead, the spot where Pikachu had hit the bullseye.

Blastoise's eyelids twitched, and a muffled whimper escaped its throat.

He was indicating that he was alright... probably.

Xiao Mao's hand then gently fell down.

"You've worked hard." His voice lowered, so low that only Blastoise could hear it. "Come back and rest."

A red light flashed, and Blastoise was returned to its Poké Ball.

"Pickup, Pickup—"

On the other side, Ash and his two friends also went over.

Xiao Gang was holding a neatly folded towel in his hand, while Xiao Xia followed behind them, hands on her hips, looking at the center of the field.

Squatting down in front of Pikachu, Ash pressed down on Pikachu's head with one hand, as Pikachu was still waving its arms and legs and boasting about how awesome it was.

In his other hand, he held the towel he had received from Teacher Gang.

I carefully wiped Pikachu's muddy face and ears.

After all, when Blastoise fell down, Pikachu ate 99% of the mud that splashed up.

Mud splattered all over half of its face, and even the tuft of hair on its head was matted into little mud streaks. Only its two bright black eyes were still rolling around.

"Don't move, don't move. You need to clean the dirt out of your ears, otherwise it will clump together and that won't be good."

Xiao Zhi's knees sank deep into the mud, and his pants were covered in dark brown wet mud, but he was completely unaware of it.