Pokémon, Ash's art style is off!

But the trumpet bud also reacts very quickly.

Taking advantage of its light weight, it is like a resilient grass growing in the wind.

No matter which direction Pikachu's punch comes from, it can easily dodge it by using the powerful force of the punch.

"That Pikachu's punch... the force seems off, doesn't it?"

Sharp-eyed spectators in the stands watched the fragments flying everywhere due to Pikachu's punch, and their expressions gradually changed.

"That was a lot of force!"

"That's definitely not right... What if I took a solid punch like that..."

"The rocks are about to hit my face!"

Seeing such a battle, the spectators in the stands couldn't help but hold their breath, afraid of missing a single exciting moment.

Skill versus power!

They hadn't expected this either.

What they wanted to see was actually brought to life by Pokémon like Pikachu and Bellsprout!

In the smoke-filled area, she pursed her lips slightly, then relaxed them completely.

She has completely given up command.

Given the current situation, and considering my own skill level...

Giving any command will only disrupt the trumpet bud's own rhythm.

Ash's eyes lit up as he watched.

Using someone else's force against them? This technique is somewhat similar to the principle of softness that Brother Shiba mentioned.

On the other hand, if it weren't for the fear of having to change people at the last minute, it would be too hurtful to Pikachu.

He was quite curious to see what kind of sparks would fly between the abandoned monkey and the trumpet bud.

"Sizzle!"

Watch for the exact moment when Pikachu throws its punch, its old power exhausted and its new power yet to be generated.

The leaves of the trumpet bud suddenly curled up and were pulled to the side by the force of Pikachu's punch.

Pikachu was slammed to the ground once again.

However, this time it was already experienced. The moment it landed, it curled up and rolled a few times to dissipate most of the impact, and then it pushed itself up again with its four legs.

Don't even think about using the same trick on the rat a second time!

But as it got up and looked at the trumpet buds across from it, which were once again in a fighting stance, its head began to throb slightly.

To be honest, when it comes to sheer strength, the opponent isn't that great. If I threw a punch at them, they definitely wouldn't be able to withstand it.

But this technique...

This must have made the hamster a little uncomfortable.

However, that doesn't matter!

Looking out at the arena, Pikachu regained its confidence.

The biggest difference between the mouse and other Pokémon is that it can use Ash!

Raise your head.

Pikachu looked through the swirling dust and smoke with its two round eyes, its ears drooping limply, its face radiating a pitiful expression.

【Ash, save me!】

After all, when it comes to skills, their little smart beast is second to none!

Even if you don't know how, you should have learned it after watching for so long!

Come on, little smarty!

Use your invincible body and brain to think of a solution!

Ash: "........"

After all, it was his own mouse; how could he not see the meaning in its eyes?

After a moment's thought, Xiao Zhi offered his suggestion.

"...If you still want to fight in close combat, just make sure it can't use its momentum against you."

Upon hearing this, Pikachu's eyes lit up.

An idea came to me instantly.

You won't let me use your strength, right? The little mouse understands!

Then we won't give it any time to do anything unnecessary!

As a studious and cultured mouse, Pikachu's comprehension skills are still quite good.

With a flick of its tail, it suddenly exerted force with all four legs.

With a single iron tail strike, it swept towards the rootstock of the trumpet bud!

This sweeping attack was so powerful that even Trumpet Sprout dared not take it, and was forced to retreat a step.

But Pikachu is a master of not giving up once it gains power.

It took a step forward, thrusting its left fist straight in, slashing horizontally with its right claw, and then followed up with another lash from its tail.

The successive attacks overwhelmed the trumpet bud, and for the first time, cracks appeared in its previously composed rhythm.

Just as Bellsprout attempted to create distance and dodge Pikachu's tricky sweeping attack, it jumped back.

"Now!"

With Ash's affirmation, Pikachu's eyes lit up.

With its little paws bracing against the ground, it clenched its right claw and delivered a powerful uppercut to Trumpet Sprout's face!

"boom--!"

The heavy thud of the impact caused the entire audience to lean back in unison.

The punch sent Trumpet Sprouts flying upwards, and the usual composure on her face finally shattered, revealing a hint of genuine panic.

It instinctively grabbed Pikachu's arm, trying to use the point of contact to throw Pikachu away.

But in mid-air, the trumpet bud has nowhere to take hold.

In addition, its weight is very light, so it can't twist Pikachu's fist at all!

Advantages have now turned into disadvantages!

Sensing something was wrong, Bell Bud released its leaves and frantically kicked Pikachu's shoulders with its two short legs, trying to use the recoil to propel itself away.

But as Pikachu's external brain, Ash's eyes had already locked onto every single detail.

"Grab it!"

"Pickup!"

Pikachu turned its fist into a claw and grabbed Bellsprout's mouth.

Then, with a twist and spin, using the power of his waist and back, the entire mouse, wrapped in the trumpet bud, slammed hard into the ground!

"boom--!!!"

The dull thud reverberated throughout the stadium, sending gravel and dust flying everywhere, leaving a small crater in the center of the field.

Extremely high performance, ultimate enjoyment!

Bellsprout was completely shoved into the ground by Pikachu, and its legs went weak!

"Pikachu!!!"

Pikachu stood at the edge of the pit, its paws raised high, letting out a triumphant cheer.

Its ears twitched smugly.

Hmph, mere skill.

Ultimately, they were still slightly inferior to the mouse's power!

after all--

A mouse can make countless mistakes, but you can only make one!

That's the difference!

"In that case! The winner is—"

The referee's hand was barely halfway up in the air, and his words hadn't even finished.

The trumpet-shaped bud that had been planted in the soil suddenly twitched.

A leaf covered in pebbles peeked out from the edge of the pit, trembling as it gripped the ground.

Then comes the second piece.

Next came the slender roots, so delicate they seemed ready to snap at any moment.

The trumpet bud used all its strength to pull itself out of the soil inch by inch, covered in dust and grass clippings, and then fell to the ground with a thud.

It spat out a mouthful of mud mixed with gravel, opened and closed its trumpet-shaped mouth twice, and gasped for breath.

Then, wobbling, he stood up again and struck a pose for Pikachu once more.

"Sizzle!"

It...hasn't lost yet!

Come again!

"Pikachu......."

Ash was about to say something when Pikachu stopped him.

"Pickup!"

Alright, you don't need to say anything more, the mouse has already figured it out!