Pokémon: Who let him leave Pallet Town?

Chapter 98 Director, what are you doing?

"Super strength, be on defense!"

The game began, and Barry spoke up to give a heads-up.

"Woo~" Dragonite turned around and looked at Natsume.

"Feel free to improvise," Natsume transmitted telepathically.

This monster's strength level isn't very high, much lower than Dragonite's.

Although Dragonite cannot use moves, its level advantage and exceptionally large size give it a very high chance of winning.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!" A powerful, engine-like sound of blood pumping came from inside Dragonite's body.

"Wow, it's coming, it's coming! Mr. Natsume dared to send Dragonite into battle, could it be that he created some kind of fighting technique? Let's wait and see!"

Amid the cheers of the host, Dragonite charged toward Machamp.

The entire arena rumbled and pounded as Dragonite moved.

“Good, very good, that’s it! The stronger our opponent is, the greater our chances of winning!” Barry looked very excited.

Dragonite came up to Machamp, its face contorted in pain, and shoved out a powerful, sweeping blow.

"Now! Grab its hand, use its force against it, and use Riba Judo - Earth Throw!"

Barry kept bringing up judo in every sentence, constantly amplifying the advertising effect, and many viewers' eyes were glued to the director's.

With a roar, the monster took a half step back and grabbed Dragonite with all four of its hands.

"Strange—" Machamp, in a peculiar posture, seemed to be about to throw Dragonite over its shoulder.

However, his body froze in mid-air.

"What's wrong, Machamp?" Barry was shocked. Could it be that this Dragonite's strength had exceeded a certain limit, making even the technique of using the opponent's strength against them useless?

impossible!
"Strange—" Machamp gave Dragonite a strange look and then jumped away.

This Dragonite's seemingly powerful slap was actually light and weak, lacking any real strength.

Where can it borrow strength to fight back?
"Is the first round of combat over? Of course not, Dragonite has made another move!" The announcer's voice echoed throughout the arena.

"Woo—" the Great Dragonite roared.

In the D-level area, the guy with the middle parted hair, Oddish, was being beaten so badly that he almost fainted from fright.

"Thump—" The sound of the heart pumping blood suddenly intensified, and you could even vaguely see that Dragonite's arm was engorged with blood and swelled up a little.

"Watch out, Super Strength!" Barry warned.

He could also tell that this Dragonite was of a very high level.

Only by using someone else's strength against them can victory be achieved.

"Seize the opportunity!" A huge, engorged dragon claw struck the monstrous strength's face.

Machamp grabbed Dragonite's claw, but as before, this attack was still a paper tiger; he still couldn't get any leverage from it.

"Strange?" Machamp turned around and glanced at his trainer.

But Barry didn't seem to understand what he was saying, so Machamp simply put his hand down and let Dragonite's "fierce" blow hit his forehead.

"Dragonite hit Machamp, and what happened?! Machamp didn't even resist!"

The host seized this critical moment and uttered a series of sentences.

The audience erupted in shouts of anger, all accusing Barry of taking bribes.

"Mighty, you—" Barley was about to question him when he saw Machamp grab Dragonite's claw with one hand and remove it from his face.

"Huh?" The Great Dragonite looked at its claws in surprise.

He felt that his strength, like the trainer's intelligence, fluctuated, and he had no control over it at all.

"Super strength, well done!" Barry's eyes lit up.

"Wow, my goodness! Machamp blocked Dragonite with one hand. So not resisting is a sign of absolute confidence in one's strength!"

"A great opportunity, monstrous strength!"

Realizing that Natsume's Dragonite might be having some kind of problem and couldn't exert any strength, Barley wasn't in a hurry to end the battle. Instead, he threw an oversized tracksuit shirt at it.

The shirt has four holes, making it look like it was custom-made for this monstrous creature.

Guai Li quickly put on the shirt, raised both hands high, placed them on his hips, and simultaneously bulged the muscles in his back and chest, firmly supporting the "Liba Judo" logo on both sides of the shirt. "What kind of people are these? They're just here to advertise." Xiaoxia in the audience was speechless.

"As expected of Riba Judo! They've managed to cultivate such incredible strength!"

Seeing how well Barry was doing on the show, the host didn't hold back his praise.

"Super Strength, hold the pose!" Barry realized this was a golden opportunity, and he desperately wanted to prolong the fight.

"Huh?" The ignored Dragonite turned around and glanced at Natsume.

"Think about it, when you were training with Ghost, what kind of action made the other person look the most terrified?"

Natsume spoke, his words echoing in Dragonite's mind through telepathy.

When was that black balloon most frightening?

What is fear?
Dragonite scratched his head.

But he still remembers that when he was fighting Gastly, the opponent would sometimes dodge very quickly.

It must have been around that time.

That feeling
Dragonite tilted its head and walked up to Machamp.

“Strange—” Strange Strength puffed out his chest, his two huge pectoral muscles almost bulging out of his shirt.

"Monster—" Machamp patted its chest, its pectoral muscles throbbing and making a rubbing sound, indicating that Dragonite should attack here.

"Good heavens, this is outrageous! Will Dragonite be provoked by Mr. Barley's super strength? This is a huge trap!"

As the host exclaimed in surprise, all the screens that were originally in four venues (A, B, C, and D) changed to venue A.

Under the gaze of countless people, Dragonite lightly raised its hand.

"As expected, Dragonite was not provoked, but this slap—" The host drawled out the last syllable, not drawing a conclusion immediately.

His years of commentary experience taught him that any seemingly impossible situation could turn into a reversal.

The dragon claw gently pressed down on the monster's chest, and in an instant, a sonic boom came from the point of contact.

"Boom—" The shirt was ripped apart, the strange strength's face changed drastically, and then his body was suddenly sent flying backward.

"Sizzle—" The strange force slammed into the four ropes, like a spring being pulled up, and was pulled a long way.

"Whoosh!"

Like a pebble launched from a slingshot, Machamp was flung away by the four ropes, flying out of the ring from where Dragonite came up and crashing into the towering walls of the stands.

"You...you...you deliberately hid your strength!" Barry cried, tears streaming down his face.

Natsume looks up at the sky, concealing his true strength?
No, no, no, even the Great Dragonite doesn't know the force of its next attack.

"Oh my god, I knew it! Dragonite had a trick up its sleeve! What kind of move is that?!"

"Let's congratulate them!" the host cheered, but there was no reaction from the audience.

strange?
The host turned his head and looked at the big screen.

The scene on the four screens was no longer that of an A-level arena.

The screen displayed only D-level arena battles.

An Oddish and a sleeping Pikachu?
Is this why the audience missed his amazing reaction to the sudden reversal?

The host flew into a rage.

"Director, please don't direct Pikachu!"

Only after the host's angry roar did one of the screens switch to the A-level arena.

"Let's congratulate Mr. Natsume on qualifying for the A-rank arena!"

The host raised the microphone, but there was only scattered applause from the audience.

what happened?

The host was stunned; this was not what he had imagined.

Looking down, he noticed that most of the audience was staring at the D-level ring.

Even Natsume and Barry below were looking at the large screen displaying the D-rank arena.

(End of this chapter)