Pokémon, Ash's art style is off!

Seeing this, Xiaogang and Xiaoxia in the audience nodded in unison.

"So the bow was for a sneak attack."

"That's not surprising, that's not surprising."

"Hmm... if it actually fought a proper match, I'd suspect there might be something wrong with Charizard's body."

Lillie remained silent.

Although she was shocked, Gengar had told her about Charizard before, so she was somewhat prepared.

But the surrounding audience was far less composed than they were.

The expression on his face was truly fascinating.

"...What does this mean? We won?"

"We won, but..."

The man didn't say it explicitly, but everyone understood what he meant.

But that was a sneak attack while the person was bowing!

You won the match, but lost your dragon-like character!

Discussions arose from all directions, a cacophony of high and low voices.

Now they don't know whether they should cheer or not.

Theoretically speaking, since the Kanto Pokémon defeated the Hoenn Pokémon, they should have done their best.

After all, when playing at home, who wouldn't want to see their team win?

But in this situation, who can bring themselves to say it?

If someone ambushes you while you're bowing to them, and you cheer for it, what will happen when you meet trainers from other regions and they ask, "Is this how people from Kanto compete?" How will you save face?

A middle-aged man pushed up his glasses and thoughtfully stroked his chin.

"Wait, what do you say..."

"Is this Charizard not even from the Kanto region?"

"Could its color and fighting style be a special form from some other region?"

Just like Pokémon from Alola.

Although they have the same name, they are vastly different.

Upon hearing this, many people around lit up.

A complete change of appearance resolves the dilemma!

"You mean it's actually a Darkrai Flying-type Charizard from another region?"

"I've heard that there's a Pokémon in the Padia region called Serpentshrine, which likes to ambush people when they're bowing and letting their guard down..."

Some people nodded in agreement.

Some people even took out their phones and started searching for keywords like "Black Charizard Dark-type form change".

In short, the goal is to ruthlessly sever this Charizard from the Kanto region.

It's as if as long as it's proven that it's not a "genuine Kanto fire-breathing dragon," then what just happened was just a barbaric fighting style from some remote, impoverished place, and the reputation of Kanto as a land of etiquette can be preserved.

The fire-breathing dragon is holding its head high, enjoying the afterglow of victory.

When it heard the words "evil addition to flying type", it suddenly turned its head and locked its gaze precisely on the man in the stands who said those words.

It squinted its eyes and spewed out two thin sparks from its nostrils.

Adding fuel to the fire? You're the one adding fuel to the fire!

Your whole family is a bunch of scoundrels!

Why can't it be a Darkrai-Dragon type?!

It angrily flicked its tail, secretly memorizing the person's face.

After the competition, it will definitely find this person and spew a mouthful of black flames on the spot to let him experience what it means to fly with evil power!

Just as the audience was arguing heatedly, the referee on the sidelines finally came to his senses.

Hearing the murmurs rising and falling in the stands, he quickly observed the Lizard King's condition.

He then raised the flag in his hand.

"The Lizard King is unable to fight! Therefore, the winner, the winner is... Charizard!"

Ozawa stood motionless on the sidelines.

A worldview is something that shatters silently.

But he clearly heard the muffled thud as the banner of "courtesy first," which had been written in his mind for over a decade, fell to the ground!

It took him a full five seconds to take a deep breath and slowly accept what was happening before him.

Hold the Poké Ball up.

"Lizard King, come back."

A red light shot out, pulling the still-smoking lizard king back into the ball.

The moment the ball snapped shut, Ozawa's lips twitched, but he quickly forced himself to calm down.

It's alright, he still has a backup plan!

He put a lot of effort into the grass field.

The appearance of Fire-type Pokémon was within his expectations!

He lowered his head, took out another Poké Ball from the second slot on his belt, and rubbed it between his fingers.

That's his confidence!

Marill, a Water/Fairy type.

Even if the opponent has a Dark-type, you still have the advantage!

If we can get her on stage smoothly, the situation can be turned around!

"Mariluli, please!"

The Poké Ball was released from my hand, and a red light shot towards the center of the field, expanding into a warm halo in mid-air.

However, the red light had not yet dissipated.

All that could be seen was the black figure of the Charizard swaying in place for a moment.

Before the red light had even dissipated, it had already stuck to Marilulli's back!

Its movements were so precise, as if it had been waiting for this moment.

The claws were already poised to strike.

"Pfft—!"

A muffled thud.

The jet-black claws slid precisely in from behind, the tips pressing against the soft spot in the center of Mariluri's lower back. The force was heavy, and the angle was extremely tricky.

Before Marilulli could even see what her opponent looked like, she felt a sharp pain explode from behind.

"chatter--!"

Before Marill could utter a sound, Charizard kicked out.

It retracted its outstretched claw, and at the same time, it pushed off with its right leg, its foot landing precisely on Mariluri's lower back.

Mariluri's round body already had a low center of gravity, and this kick was both steady and powerful, causing her to lose her balance.

Its short legs buckled, and its entire blue body stumbled to the side and then rolled away with a gurgling sound.

Charizard averted its gaze from Marill and gave Ozawa a disdainful look.

Trying to manipulate attribute advantages, is that it?

You have to be able to stand up and touch it first!

Charizard retracted its claws, blew on them, then turned around and looked proudly at Ash.

How was my move? Was it fast enough?

Xiao Zhi: "......."

Ash's expression was extremely complicated.

It's a mix of emotions: "It's fast, but isn't this a bit too unethical?"

Pikachu covered its face with both paws, and the tips of its ears turned bright red.

Ozawa finally exploded.

"This is against regulations! This is a violation!"

"Referee! Where's the referee?!"

He suddenly turned to the referee, swung his arm, and his voice cracked.

"My Pokémon hadn't even settled in yet! He attacked before the light from the Poké Ball had even finished dissipating!"

"This...this is a sneak attack, isn't it?! This is against the rules, isn't it?! It must be written in the rules, right?! You can't—you can't let this kind of thing be considered a valid attack!"

The referee took a half step back after being yelled at.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"According to the rules... the start time of the match is determined by the referee's announcement of 'start'."

"Once the referee announces the command, the trainer's action is considered valid."

"The rules of the game do not stipulate that you must wait until the opponent is fully prepared before you can launch an attack."

"So from a rules-based perspective... this action is indeed not against the rules."

When the referee said the last few words, he himself realized that what he said had gone too far.

He has presided over hundreds of matches, witnessing fast breaks, tempo-grabbing strategies, and timing-based attacks—