I haven't decided on a name for my Pokémon trainer yet.

However, once the main competition begins, there should be quite a few people coming to watch. The city will definitely promote it, since this kind of competition is going to be held continuously. It would be quite embarrassing if no one paid attention to it.

"Hey, did you hear? There's a weirdo in Area B who's got a Dratini!"

"What, really?"

It seems that some matches have already ended, and the results have already spread.

Dratini! I never expected someone to get such a Pokémon. This isn't something an ordinary newbie can use. It seems this trainer isn't an ordinary person; they might have some kind of background.

Ye Feng pondered.

"A Rowlet has appeared in Area A... no, I mean Rowlet! That's a Pokémon that only exists in foreign countries. I heard that the trainer is a mixed-race girl who is very beautiful. I really want to battle with her and then exchange battle experience."

Why do I feel like your goal isn't to fight?

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm a respectable person."

"Hahaha, they're so weak! With a flick of my finger, they were wiped out!"

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Along the way, listening to the conversations of the players who had finished their matches, Ye Feng's initially tense mood began to relax.

He had already witnessed several battles and discovered that many trainers' Pokémon were quite weak. It seemed that they hadn't trained properly this summer, resulting in chaotic fighting and unfamiliarity with their moves.

Ye Feng even saw a trainer who couldn't quite control his own Pokémon.

These people are just here to join in the fun.

People like Ye Feng and Laluras, who trained diligently throughout the summer vacation, are still a minority.

Soon, it was Ye Feng's turn to take the stage.

Across from me was a boy wearing glasses and sporting a neat mushroom haircut; he looked like a well-behaved student.

"Both players, please send out your Pokémon, and then listen to my command to begin the battle," the referee said simply.

Since they are all rookie trainers with only one Pokémon each, there is no issue of who goes first or second. Once the referee gives the order, they can start fighting immediately without any regard for sportsmanship.

The boy on the other side seemed a little nervous. After the referee spoke, he hurriedly took out his Poké Ball, almost dropping it in his haste.

The released sprite is an Oddish.

Judging from the way the oxalis looks, it doesn't seem to have any sense of urgency at all. After it came out, it was looking around, so it seems that it has basically not undergone any training.

Ye Feng's lips twitched. How come this year's newcomers are so bad? They're even worse than Zhang Qiang.

Forget it, let's get this sorted out quickly.

"Go, Ralts."

He took the Poké Ball off his chest and tossed it casually. Ralts appeared on the field in a battle stance, while Ye Feng caught the rebounding Poké Ball smoothly. The whole process was seamless.

In one word, handsome!

The difference in quality between the two sides is immediately apparent.

"The match begins." The referee waved his hand forcefully and then stepped aside.

"Please, have mercy..." The person on the other end seemed to have noticed Ye Feng's composure and spoke somewhat nervously.

"Ralts." Ye Feng paused for a moment, then waved his hand.

Ralts raised its little hand, released its psychic power, and instantly grabbed Oddish, then slammed Oddish into the ground.

One, two, three...

"Wow! My Oddish!" The boy was startled when he saw the ferocious Ralts.

The violent impact kicked up a cloud of dust, and when the dust settled, Oddish was already unconscious, her eyes spinning.

"Oddish is unable to fight. Player number 111, Ye Feng, has won. Please pay attention to the information about the next match sent to your mobile phone."

After the referee announced the result, Ye Feng recalled Ralts into its Poké Ball—players are not allowed to leave their Pokémon outside during the competition to prevent conflicts between Pokémon and potential accidents.

The first match went very smoothly, and Ye Feng didn't need to use any of the several tactics he had prepared.

Meanwhile, Ning Xian and her team also finished their match smoothly. Like Ye Feng, they had trained quite a bit during the summer vacation, and their opponents were no match for them.

Chapter 26 Preliminary Rounds in Progress

"Xiao Feng, how did the game go?"

At the edge of the venue, Ye Feng held his phone and made a video call to his parents.

Ye Feng smiled and said easily, "It's nothing. Your son trained seriously for a whole summer. Those rookies are no match for me at all, not even Zhang Qiang."

"Ye Feng, what do you mean?"

Zhang Qiang suddenly appeared from behind, glaring at Ye Feng with an unfriendly expression.

Oh no, I got caught bragging.

However, Ye Feng wasn't embarrassed. What he said was true; Zhang Qiang was indeed no match for him, and those people were indeed weaker than Zhang Qiang.

"No, what I meant was that you're much better than them. It took me a lot of effort to solve it."

Zhang Qiang paused for a moment, carefully considering Ye Feng's words. He felt that something was off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Xiaofeng, is this your classmate?" Ye's parents naturally saw Zhang Qiang in the video as well.

"Ah, hello uncles and aunts, I'm Ye Feng's classmate, my name is Zhang Qiang." Only then did Zhang Qiang realize that Ye Feng was still on a video call, and the other end seemed to be his parents, so he quickly greeted them politely.

"Hello, you must be Zhang Qiang, Ye Feng's class monitor. You look much better than my son, Xiao Feng," Ye's father nodded.

Zhang Qiang's face twitched; he was unsure whether to refute her, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

Ye Feng almost burst out laughing, and quickly said, "Alright, Mom and Dad, you go ahead and do your work. I'll send you the results of the match via text message."

"Okay." Mr. and Mrs. Ye nodded and hung up the phone.

"Ye Feng!!" Zhang Qiang clenched his fists and glared fiercely at Ye Feng.

"Ah, Xiaoxian, Fatty, you've finished too?"

Ye Feng turned his head and saw Ning Xian and Gu Siming walking over, so he quickly went to greet them.

"Ye Feng, don't ignore me!"

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In the afternoon, Ye Feng went to Zone C to participate in the second match.

"Your Pokémon is Ralts, right? You're out of luck. Mine is Machop, which gives it a type advantage."

This time, the opponent seems to talk a lot, launching a direct attack on the trainer with trash talk right from the start.

While trash talk is a tactic, young man, it seems you've got the attribute counter chart backwards? I suggest you go back and copy it 30 times.

"Don't you know that winning against the odds is an essential skill for the protagonist?" Ye Feng didn't intend to point it out now, and instead retaliated with trash talk.

The person on the other end was stunned, not expecting Ye Feng to be even more shameless than him.

The next moment, both of them released their Pokémon at the same time. After the referee gave the order, the opponent gave the order first and Machop charged over to use a barehanded chop.

Ralts stood there blankly, showing no reaction to Machop's approach.

"We've got it!" A smile crept onto the opponent's lips.

"Too slow." Ye Feng shook his head. Even the little fire dragon was much faster than him.

Ralts easily dodged the arm strike with a sidestep, then used his psychic powers to grab it.

"Ah, arm strength! Break free!" the opponent exclaimed in surprise.

Ye Feng glanced sideways, not expecting that this person would also possess the trainer's divine skills.

Unfortunately, even the most amazing skills depend on the person using them.

"Get rid of it."

Ye Feng said calmly.

Then, Ralts gripped his wrist and began slamming the floor.

The opponent's lips twitched as he looked at his own wrist, cruelly smashed into incapacitated, and he collapsed to the ground.

"It's so cruel, they look so cute."

"Number 111 Ye Feng advances." The referee glanced at Ye Feng. It was the same trainer from this morning. His Ralts simply and brutally slammed the ground to defeat his opponent. Interesting.

He had officiated several matches, but only Ye Feng had performed so effortlessly. Ralts's control over his psychic powers and his fearless fighting spirit in the face of attacks were truly impressive.

Ye Feng shook his head. This person's mental fortitude is a bit weak. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he remembered something and turned back to say, "By the way, let me tell you, actually, Psychic types are super effective against Fighting types. Your type advantage chart is reversed."

"What?" The opponent's eyes widened, then slowly lost their luster.

The referee's lips twitched. He naturally knew that Ye Feng's opponent attribute counter chart was reversed, but out of a sense of duty, he did not point it out on the spot. Instead, he planned to remind him after the match.

Unexpectedly, Ye Feng pointed it out first, and under such circumstances.

This batch is called shrimp and pork heart.

In both battles, Ye Feng easily defeated his opponents using only his psychic powers: grabbing and slamming the ground. This was partly due to the opponents' weakness, and partly due to Ralts' growth during its summer training, which was far superior to that of other Pokémon.

Ye Feng's situation went smoothly, but Gu Siming encountered an accident.