Pokémon, Ash's art style is off!

Xiao Zhi was taken aback for a moment, then nodded.

"I see... then it's up to you."

"Pickup!"

Pikachu turned its head and took a deep breath.

The trumpet bud looked at it, its two leaves slightly intertwined.

Neither of them made the first move.

The dust in the field slowly settled, and two short figures faced each other from a distance of one meter.

One was a seriously injured man who had just crawled out of a mud pit, and the other was a victor who was completely unharmed.

But the silence lasted only three seconds.

Pikachu then moved.

It feinted an attack with its left claw, then tensed its right fist and went straight for the center!

The trumpet bud tilted its body, its leaves brushing against the edge of the fist, and then curled up smoothly.

It accurately wrapped around Pikachu's wrist, and using the force of the arm's forward thrust, pulled it diagonally, trying to shift Pikachu's center of gravity again.

Just when it was about to repeat its old tricks.

Pikachu, however, curled the corners of its mouth into a smile.

"Pikachu?"

So, they're using this trick again?

Do you really think you can rely on just one trick to succeed?

The leaves of the trumpet bud hadn't even had a chance to pull hard yet—

Large arcs of golden electricity suddenly surged from Pikachu's entangled fist!

Those fine, golden arcs of electricity crackled and sputtered down the stem of the trumpet bud, spreading along the edges of the leaves to the tip of the rootstock.

The trumpet bud's body immediately stiffened.

Every inch of his body was locked in place by electric current, making even the slightest movement sluggish.

It's the Thunder Fist!

Pikachu smiled smugly.

The mouse admits, you're really good at fighting.

But... why would it fight you in your area of ​​expertise?

After all, Ash did say, "...If you still want to fight in close combat, just prevent it from using its momentum against you."

The mouse immediately understood.

That's right, besides being strong, it also has some electrical energy!

Pikachu's second punch followed immediately.

With the same electric arc and the same compacted weight, it slammed into the middle of the trumpet bud's stem.

The trumpet bud was bent into an arc shape by the force of the punch in that instant.

The stems were scorched by the electric current, leaving tiny char marks, and wisps of smoke rose from the edges of the leaves.

Its large head tilted back, its trumpet-shaped mouth opening and closing as if trying to shout out the pain, but it could only utter hoarse, breathy sounds.

With its bell-shaped mouth facing down and its rootstock facing up, it lost all support and fell to the ground with a thud.

The leaves spread out softly, the stem trembled slightly twice, and then remained still.

There was a brief silence above the field.

The remaining arc of electricity on Pikachu's right paw crackled twice before slowly extinguishing.

It blew on its fist, took a deep breath, and then swung its two front paws sharply towards the sky.

"Pikachu—!!"

Pikachu smashed Bellsprout!

"Ohh ...

The stands erupted in cheers.

Whistles and cheers blended into a huge sound wave that bounced back and forth in the stadium.

"We won! We won! We won! Pikachu won!"

"That lightning punch was so cool! The final strike was executed so smoothly!"

"The trumpet bud is really good! Losing isn't shameful! It was worth it!"

"Give me ten more matches like this!"

Kona remained motionless in the audience.

Her gaze, however, was fixed on the Pikachu in the center of the field, which was giving Ash a high five.

His brows furrowed more and more.

strangeness.

really weird.

This style of play...

Driven by intuition, propelled by brute force, and pushed to the limit by improvisation, every detail was pushed to the edge of the reaction limit.

She could vaguely see the shadows of Shiba and Lance in Pikachu's fighting style!

Kona had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

Despite all the precautions I've taken, I'm worried I might have been tricked by a bull.

How can this be allowed?!

science!

Science is the ladder to progress!

No!

After the match, she absolutely must talk to Ash and bring him back to the right path!

245. What else is there to say!

In the field, Xunzi retracted her charred trumpet buds.

Looking at Pikachu, who was still receiving cheers in the arena, his expression was truly fascinating.

She truly hadn't expected to lose even to her strongest trumpet bud.

Moreover, it was Pikachu that lost...

It looks like... well, in the hands of a harmless electric mouse?

However, the frustration of losing a game did not linger in her mind for long.

After all, it's just a conference.

Even if she doesn't win a prize at the competition, she's still a super beauty and a billionaire, with countless business empires and family businesses behind her.

For her, Pokémon battles are ultimately just a hobby.

If she were to wail and cry after losing a single match, that would be far too low-class and completely unbecoming of the composure that Miss Xunzi has cultivated over the years.

Having sorted out her thoughts, Kaoru crossed the field and walked straight to Ash, extending a hand.

"Well played."

Xiao Zhi paused for a moment, then grinned and reached out to shake hands.

"It's alright, it's alright!"

Your trumpet buds are amazing!

"Oh?"

Kaoru raised an eyebrow.

"Putting everything else aside, that technique of using an opponent's force against them is enough for most Pokémon to learn for a long time."

Xiao Zhi gestured with his hands, his face full of excitement.

"Did the trumpet bud figure that out on its own?"

"Did you train him? Let me tell you, this kind of talent is incredibly rare..."

Kaoru's mood improved once again after receiving Satoshi's affirmation and having the details pointed out so precisely by him.

She straightened her back instinctively, her voice carrying an undisguised pride.

"Of course, the trumpet bud figured it out on its own!"

According to the trumpet bud.

That was when it was a kitten. It saw a little blue-haired creature standing on a surfboard riding the waves at the bottom of a cliff on the beach.

The figure soared and tumbled on the crest of the wave, using its momentum to change direction. As it watched, it suddenly understood.

It was with this ability to use the opponent's strength against them and to deflect a thousand pounds with four ounces that it broke through the encirclement of a group of strong Pokémon competitors, defeating Arcanine, Machamp, and even a Dragonite along the way, and finally got the job of its own bodyguard.

"...That's truly an amazing talent! You're so lucky!"

Putting aside its reaction speed and battle instincts, Bellsprout's performance is top-tier even among Fighting-type Pokémon.

It's that delicate technique of predicting and attacking based on the opponent's punching wind.

Even Xiaozhi felt his horizons were broadened, but it was a pity that he would find it difficult to replicate the performance due to his weight.

"Hehe~"

Xunzi waved her hands repeatedly.