Pokémon, Ash's art style is off!

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Xiao Gang and Xiao Xia, standing to the side, slightly distanced themselves and took two steps back in perfect unison.

For no other reason than that.

With their keen observation skills, they noticed that several spectators at the edge of the stands seemed to be looking at Xiao Mao strangely, and even seemed to be subtly moving closer.

Judging from what Xiao Mao said earlier... the previous battles must not have been very pleasant, right?

Blastoise clearly felt the intense gazes coming from all directions.

It sighed deeply. Even a good tortoise can't fight against four hands; it was actually a pacifist.

It barked at Ash and the others and then tried to drag Gary, who was still posing, away.

"Hey, Ash."

Despite striking a pose and being tugged by Blastoise's clothes, Gary showed absolutely no embarrassment.

"Now that I've made it into the main event, you better not lose to a guy who only has Tyranitar as a special character!"

Ash paused for a moment, looked at Gary who had been pulled five steps away, and nodded solemnly.

"Don't worry, I'll be careful!"

"Who told you to be careful! I was just worried you'd lose too badly and embarrass our TrueNew Town again!"

Upon hearing this, Lillie, who was trying her best to minimize her presence and possessed top-tier attack talent, noticed something amiss.

"But... Mr. Gary, how did you know that Ash's next opponent would be a Tyranitar?"

The enthusiastic Blastoise opened its mouth.

The reason is simple: they always look for Ash's name first when the list of trainers is released!

"Click..."

But just as it was about to make a sound, under Misty's knowing gaze, Gary swiftly captured it with a Poké Ball.

Xiao Mao's face showed a mixture of shock and anger.

You actually want to say this?! Why do you keep interrupting everything I say?!

Are you my Pokémon or his?!

As everyone stared at each other awkwardly, the loudspeaker in the arena sounded again.

"Next match, Ash will face Makoto. Both players, please prepare to enter the arena!"

"Oh, you've called my name."

Completely unaware of anything amiss, Xiao Zhi trembled with excitement.

"Xiao Mao, let's talk after the competition."

........

The two people stood at opposite ends of the field.

A gentle breeze stirred up the dust on the training field, drawing an invisible line between the two.

Cheng took a deep breath, his nostrils filled with the familiar earthy smell.

"Ash!"

He gripped the Poké Ball tightly in his hand, staring at the boy in the red baseball cap opposite him, his emotions churning within him.

"Bangiras and I have been waiting for this day for so long!"

"Today's battle is no ordinary fight!"

"This is proof—proof that I am honest and qualified to take over the responsibility of caring for Charizard!"

"It proves that it chose me, not by luck, but because it truly recognized me as a person."

He paused for a moment, his expression shifting from tense to resolute.

"So, Ash—I won't hold back! Nor will Tyranitar!"

"We'll show you what we've been working at all this time!"

As he spoke, the Poké Ball vibrated gently in his hand, as if its partner inside was eager to rush out.

"Is that so?"

"So that's what you were thinking."

Xiao Zhi, who was opposite him, was unusually sweating profusely.

Although he repeatedly told Charizard before he left home this morning, "It's just a friendly spar, don't go too far," but...

How should I put it? It felt like telling Mr. Gang not to harass Miss Joey.

Unless Arceus appears, this seems highly unlikely.

During the match, the referee, who felt that the trash-talking phase between the two sides wasn't very intense and didn't see any bloodshed, curled his lip.

He is 47 years old and has officiated more than 2,000 matches.

I never smoke, and I drink alcohol occasionally.

The greatest joy is watching trainers use all sorts of fancy and harsh words to drive their opponents to the brink of a mental breakdown before the battle begins; even the doctor says he's perfectly healthy.

But these two young people in front of me... one is pouring his heart out, and the other is wiping away sweat?

Why does this look like a reconciliation between brothers?

Although he was unhappy, he still dutifully raised the flag in his hand.

"Please send out your Pokémon!"

Two Poké Balls were thrown at the same time, and red light bloomed in the air.

On one side is Tyranitar, a creature entirely dark green with rocky edges covering its carapace.

It landed with a dull thud, sending dust billowing outwards.

On the other side, a dark figure flapped its wings and took to the air, bringing with it a blast of scorching air; the fire-breathing dragon's wings were spread wide.

The malevolent pupils looked down and locked onto the opponent.

Upon seeing this, the audience erupted in cheers.

"It's a battle between a pseudo-legendary and a shiny Charizard! This is going to be a real spectacle!"

"And it sounds like there's a love-hate relationship involved, something about taking on the responsibility of caring for it... Could it be a little story that Charizard and Tyranitar had to tell after the rain?"

"But to be fair, that Charizard's colors are really beautiful..."

"Don't speak so soon. Let me correct some details for those of you who haven't seen it before. This is not our Kanto Charizard, but a Dark-type Flying-type Charizard from another region."

"?"

Charizard glanced furtively in that direction.

But before the murmurs could subside, the referee spoke first.

"Battle begins!"

"Tyranitar, Stone Spike!"

Cheng took the initiative and seized the initiative.

With a low growl, Bangiras stomped his left foot on the ground.

"Yahoo!"

Feel my growth! Feel my respect!

Boss!!

With this complex respect for the "boss" Charizard, Tyranitar unleashed its full power.

Under its control, the ground suddenly rose up.

Immediately afterwards, several sharp rocks, like fangs piercing the earth, burst forth from the ground! They shot towards the fire-breathing dragon in the air!

"What a powerful stone attack!"

Some people in the audience gasped.

"Just this size, this range! No wonder it's a pseudo-god! If I were to get grazed by it..."

Hearing this, I felt extremely distressed.

What "quasi-god-level strength"? It's all hype! This is clearly, clearly the result of burning money!

Just to train the range of this single Stone Attack move, he spent almost half a year's savings buying ore and hiring a professional trainer for guidance.

He looks impressive now, but back then he could only afford to buy instant noodles in bulk!

The rocks tore through the air, hurtling towards Charizard with a whistling sound. For an ordinary Flying-type Pokémon, facing such a dense barrage of attacks would probably be unavoidable.

But who is Charizard?

Master of stealth!

When it comes to finding the right angle, controlling the field of vision, and exploiting weaknesses, Gengar is second to none!

The fire-breathing dragon in the air simply folded its wings and turned to the side.

Its jet-black body nimbly grazed the edges of the stone spikes, the tips of the spikes almost brushing past its wings, yet it didn't even touch them.

"Well done, Charizard!"

Xiao Zhi raised his hand and pointed.

"Flame Jet!"

Upon hearing this, the fire-breathing dragon's tail blazed even brighter.

The fire was ignited.

A jet-black flame suddenly ignited in his throat, and the air began to distort.

Without the slightest hesitation.