Pokémon, Ash's art style is off!

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After checking the condition of the poisonous rose, the referee finally and decisively lowered his flag.

His voice, coming through the loudspeaker, carried a lingering sense of relief, as if the ordeal had finally come to an end.

"Rosaphorus is unable to battle, and all of Ozawa's Pokémon are unable to battle."

"So—the winner is Ash Ketchum from Pallet Town in the Kanto region!"

As the last few words were spoken, the referee himself secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his shoulders visibly relaxed a bit.

He raised his hand to wipe the fine sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the fallen Roselia and the Gengar still swaying triumphantly in mid-air, a wave of fear washing over him.

After all, there were just too many dramatic twists and turns in this match, from Charizard to Gengar, each one of them was challenging his referee's credentials.

Yes, referee qualifications—

This is also part of the exam, especially in the Kanto region where the requirements are particularly strict.

Just now, although the match was short, his palms were sweating so badly that they were slippery and he almost couldn't hold onto the flagpole.

He was terrified that he might lose the certificate he had worked so hard to obtain!

Upon hearing the referee's voice, a sparse clapping began to erupt from the stands.

As for why it's sparse, it's naturally because everyone was chanting "open and aboveboard, upright and honorable" just a few minutes ago.

Each of them had veins bulging on their necks and fists raised high.

In the blink of an eye, Gengar unleashed another big attack.

It was somewhat awkward.

The loudest man from before now sat back down quietly, looking up to see if there were any traces of Rayquaza flying by in the sky.

In the corner, a pair of eyes quietly watched all of this.

Gary's notebook turned to a new page, where he scribbled down Ash's Pokémon information.

Ozawa stood in his place, his expression neither sad nor happy.

Retrieve the poisonous rose.

To be honest, he was actually prepared for a crushing defeat.

But being tricked by Gengar still left him feeling a little unwell.

However, as is widely known.

People are often forced into certain situations.

Besides, with the Charizard Ball as an example, Gengar pointed it out with his eyes closed, so he can't blame anyone else.

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving, and quickly calmed himself down.

Losing is losing.

The Hoenn players must maintain their integrity; they can't lose the game and then lose face too!

After carefully storing the Poison Rose Poké Ball, Ozawa left the arena and headed towards Ash.

Ash also went up to meet them and extended his hand.

Learning from Brother Duowu's experience.

He also needs to learn a lesson about etiquette.

The two shook hands.

"Congratulations."

Ozawa's tone was calm, but there was no hint of perfunctoriness; his gaze was fixed directly into Satoshi's eyes.

"Um, well... it's alright." A little embarrassed, Ash scratched his head, then added, "But you're really strong!"

Ozawa looked at Satoshi, his expression one of unspoken words.

"As a Kanto native."

"Xiao Zhi, you're a pretty good person, it's just that..."

"that is?"

Xiao Zhi blinked, waiting for him to continue.

"Why are all Pokémon so..."

"so......."

Ozawa's gaze involuntarily drifted towards the Gengar that was floating over from the side.

The guy was grinning and winking at him.

Xiaoze's lips twitched; he couldn't find a word that was both polite and accurate in summarizing the situation.

He opened his mouth, then closed it again, letting out a muffled sigh.

"Sigh—! You're the only one who knows!"

"Gag!"

Gengar shuddered, and the smile on his face instantly vanished.

What do you mean by "you only know"?

How could you, as a trainer, say such a thing to it in front of so many people!

Isn't this ruining Gengar's reputation?

It's not some cunning and treacherous fire-breathing dragon that would accept such praise with such composure and pride in front of so many viewers!

Cunning and treacherous, it only wants to make a fortune in silence!

You told others about this.

What should you do if the opponent is on guard during the later stages of the battle?

What do you suggest we do?

Ash glanced helplessly at the Gengar, who was gesturing wildly.

"Alright, alright," he waved his hand, "but even if everyone knows your tactical style, with your... intelligence, you can definitely come up with other ways, right?"

"Give...to?"

Gengar tilted its head and thought for a moment, then its eyes lit up again.

It nodded emphatically.

"Gag!"

Of course! It's a Gengar!

Although I can't understand Gengar's words, I can still guess the gist of it.

Xiao Ze said through gritted teeth.

"That's right!"

After calming Gengar down, Ash looked at Xiaozhe, whose expression was quite interesting.

He began to explain.

"Actually, you can't say that. Every Pokémon has its own unique personality."

"I feel that it's not a good idea to change them or make them do things they don't like just because of my own reasons."

"Gag, gag."

Gengar nodded, its head bobbing up and down, its round body bouncing along with it.

Oh no! Oh no!

Although its initial liking for messing with people's minds was due to its need to absorb negative energy, it was instinctive, an innate trait ingrained in its very being.

But now... it's just pure love.

It patted Xiao Zhi.

"Gag!"

Just because of what you said!

A hundred years from now, you'll see how I treat you!

I'll make sure everything is arranged perfectly for you!

Pikachu: "..."

Ash: "......."

"Thank you so much."

"Gag!"

Gengar waved its hand, indicating that they would all be from the same ghost family and there was no need to speak differently.

Xiao Ze, standing next to him, was clearly stunned.