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

Eevee flicked its tail and unleashed a Swift Strike, which struck the Poliwag that was still lying on the ground, causing an explosion.

As the smoke dissipated, the mosquito coil tadpole stood up unsteadily.

"Ibu, finish it off with Quick Attack!"

"Mosquito Coil Tadpole, use the water gun!"

The mosquito coil tadpole gritted its teeth, opened its mouth, and sprayed water.

With a powerful stomp, Eevee unleashed a flash of electricity, folding into a beautiful lightning bolt shape, and slammed headfirst into Poliwag's belly.

The mosquito coil tadpole widened its eyes, flew away, and lay motionless on the ground.

"The mosquito coil tadpole is unable to fight, contestant number 120 Ning Xian wins!" the referee declared.

"Your Eevee is amazing."

The two shook hands, and the girl exclaimed that she never expected a cute little elf to have such strong fighting power.

“Your mosquito coil tadpoles aren’t bad either,” Ning Xian smiled.

The girl smiled awkwardly. In the battle just now, her mosquito coil tadpole was defeated with almost no chance to fight back.

Ning Xian won the competition and skipped happily to find Ye Feng.

Chapter 28 Ralts vs. Charmander

It's afternoon

Ye Feng has been given a second match. If he wins this one, he will advance to the top 32.

"I didn't expect my opponent to be you." Ye Feng looked at Zhang Qiang opposite him with some helplessness.

He didn't expect to be facing Zhang Qiang in the qualifiers. He thought all four of them could advance together, but now it seems only two of them will make it.

"Hmph, you're really unlucky. This competition ends here." Zhang Qiang touched his nose with his thumb and said arrogantly.

"Young man, you've gotten too cocky. Have you ever beaten me?" Ye Feng was stunned, wondering where Zhang Qiang's confidence came from.

Speaking of which, Zhang Qiang went to training alone a few days ago, instead of with Ye Feng and the others. Could it be that he came up with some kind of trump card? Or is there some tactic targeting Ralts?

"Game start!"

The referee didn't care about the relationship between the two; after they released their Pokémon, he announced the start of the match.

"Charmander, attack first, use Flamethrower!" Zhang Qiang gave the order as soon as the referee finished speaking.

Charmander opened its mouth, and a thick stream of flame surged toward Ralts.

"Not bad jet flame." Ye Feng nodded.

Zhang Qiang put a lot of effort into raising Charmander. He not only bought the best Pokémon food, but also frequently fed it Chili Berries to enhance the power of its Fire-type moves.

The jet of flame distorted the space it passed through, a testament to its extremely high temperature.

"Get out of the way," Ye Feng ordered calmly. Such a simple attack was useless.

Ralts dodged the attack with a teleport and then appeared behind Charmander.

"I expected this, Charmander, use Backstab!" Zhang Qiang seemed to have guessed Ralts' location, and the command was given the same time Ralts appeared.

Charmander turned around and swung its white-glowing claws down hard at Ralts.

Oh? Ye Feng raised an eyebrow. Zhang Qiang has improved; he can actually predict things now.

But Ralts' reaction training wasn't for nothing. With a slight push of his feet, he took a small step back, narrowly avoiding the attack. He then immediately created distance, dodging the continuous clawing attacks.

"Tch, you dodged that? Your Ralts' reaction speed is insane." Zhang Qiang clicked his tongue. He had seen it clearly. Ye Feng hadn't given any orders; the dodge was entirely due to Ralts' own reaction speed.

Ye Feng smiled. There was no way around it; stamina was the weakness of most Psychic-type Pokémon, and Ralts was no exception. Even after evolving into Gardevoir, this remained the case. Therefore, Ye Feng paid special attention to training Ralts' reaction speed and reaction time, and even developed a sensory defensive move called "Evolve".

As long as you are not hit by your opponent's attacks, then your physical weakness is no longer a weakness.

"Little Fire Dragon, Smoke Screen," Zhang Qiang ordered.

The little dragon opened its mouth, and black smoke spread out, quickly enveloping most of the battlefield.

"So, there's nothing your Ralts can do now, right?" Zhang Qiang smiled smugly.

Ye Feng's expression was subtle. You don't actually think that Ralts, or any Psychic-type Pokémon, relies entirely on its eyes to spot enemies, do you?

"Ralts, bring Charmander out!"

"what?"

Zhang Qiang was taken aback. "You can catch me even when you're shrouded in smoke? I suspect you're bluffing!"

But when Zhang Qiang looked closely, he saw Ralts spread its arms, a flash of white light in its eyes, and its psychic power rushed into the smoke screen, quickly grabbing Charmander.

Zhang Qiang was pondering a way to escape when he suddenly noticed that Charmander was facing down and its mouth could open. His eyes lit up and he shouted, "Charmander, use Flamethrower on the ground!"

Because Ralts didn't catch the Charmander at close range, it had slightly less control over it. The Charmander could still make the Charmander open its mouth, which gave Zhang Qiang a chance to escape.

Upon hearing Zhang Qiang's words, the little fire dragon immediately spewed flames towards the ground.

boom!

The flames struck the ground, causing a violent explosion. The shockwave spread, sending Ralts flying and dispersing the smoke. Charmander also crashed to the ground.

"Ralts!" Ye Feng's heart tightened, and he called out with some concern.

Because Ralts was controlling Charmander, it couldn't dodge in time, and its psychic control was interrupted. After rolling a few times on the ground, it struggled a bit and slowly got up.

"Flame Spray!" Before Ralts could even regain its footing, Zhang Qiang quickly issued the command, and Charmander immediately unleashed a large fireball.

"Detonate with psychic power, then use 'En'!" Ye Feng quickly gave the order. There was no time to use Instant Transmission at this point. After all, no matter how fast Ralts' reaction speed was, Instant Transmission still required a certain amount of time to charge up. This was a limitation of the move itself, and Ye Feng didn't have a good solution for the time being.

The fireballs that splashed with flames were actually very unstable. They were easily detonated by the power of psychic energy, and they exploded before they even hit the ground. Flames of all sizes jumped around and instantly covered half of the area, including the place where Ralts was standing.

The flames that explode after the intense spray are not easy to dodge. Not only do the flames vary in size, but they also spread in any direction without any pattern.

Despite its best efforts to dodge, Ralts was still hit by some sparks, and the intense heat from the surrounding flames made it very uncomfortable, causing its stamina to deplete rapidly.

"With insufficient offensive capabilities, it's indeed a bit of a stretch to fight like this."

Ye Feng frowned. Ralts' biggest problem right now is that it doesn't have any particularly powerful attack moves. It's really struggling against Charmander, which is already a well-established turret.

Ralts can only learn a limited number of offensive moves before it evolves, and Ye Feng has not focused his training on this aspect yet, resulting in Ralts being slightly lacking in offensive capabilities.

The Fire-type starter Pokémon truly live up to their name.

Ye Feng originally planned to hide his strength so that he would have more trump cards when the main competition came, but he did not expect to encounter Zhang Qiang in the qualifiers. Zhang Qiang played so strongly that Ralts was put at a disadvantage for a while.

However, Charmander wasn't in good shape either. Using powerful fire-type moves in succession had taken a heavy toll on its stamina, and it was already panting heavily.

Zhang Qiang was naturally aware of Charmander's condition, but there was nothing he could do. Facing an agile opponent like Ralts, he could only use powerful moves with a wide attack range to suppress it. Otherwise, if Ralts got close and controlled him with psychic powers, he would lose.

Judging from Ralts' current condition, Zhang Qiang's tactics have indeed worked.

"Charmander, shoot flames!"

Charmander breathed fire again, and this time Ralts had a much harder time dodging.

Ye Feng frowned. Ralts' stamina was too weak. The aftershocks of the explosion and the high temperature damage from the splashing flames had already put a considerable burden on it, and its movements were no longer as agile as they had been at the beginning.

We can't delay any longer, or things will go wrong.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Qiang's eyes lit up immediately: Ralts was doomed!

"Charmander, use Flamethrower again!"

Zhang Qiang was determined to seize the victory in one fell swoop.

"Ralts, Enchanting Voice!"

"We can't let the little fire dragon attack so recklessly!" Ye Feng waved his hand.

Ralts opened its mouth, and a beautiful song rang out.

Charmander opened its mouth, but instead of spewing flames, it started grinning foolishly as it swayed and watched Ralts sing.

"Charm Voice? What kind of move is that?" Zhang Qiang's eyes widened. "Charmander, Charmander, what's wrong with you? Use Flamethrower!"

But the little fire dragon didn't react at all to Zhang Qiang's shouts, and even started dancing on the spot.

"It's over!" Ye Feng snapped his fingers.

Ralts's song suddenly rose in pitch, and the sharp sound made Charmander clutch its head in pain, letting out a scream.

"Charmander! Damn it, what kind of move is that? Psychic-type Pokémon are so unfair!"

Zhang Qiang was sweating profusely with anxiety.

Suddenly, the screams stopped abruptly, the little dragon's eyes rolled back, and it slowly collapsed.

"How could this be..." Zhang Qiang stared blankly as the little fire dragon fell down, his face full of disbelief.

"The little dragon is unable to fight. The winner is contestant number 111, Ye Feng. Congratulations on advancing to the main competition!" The referee made the decision and smiled at Ye Feng. He had watched the battle just now, and both sides had performed very well.

"Thank you," Ye Feng said.

"You rascal, you actually had a trick up your sleeve. I've never heard of a move like 'Enchanting Voice' before?"

Zhang Qiang walked over and punched Ye Feng hard.

Ye Feng clutched his chest, smiled, and said, "It's a secret."