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

However, Gran took a different approach, accurately grasping the timing of Slaking's Sloth attack and having Slaking use Sleep in advance, thus avoiding the negative effects of Sloth and catching the opponent off guard.

Furthermore, during the battle just now, Gran did not order Slaking to use Sleep, which indicates that Slaking has developed an instinct to automatically use Sleep to enter a sleep state when Sloth is about to take hold.

Although it's unknown how Glenn manages to overcome his laziness episodes without affecting his sleep and sleep talking, this seems to be the most likely explanation.

Master Du even suspected that there was a high probability that the fake king's sleep-talking could select the move he wanted.

If we think about it in an exaggerated way, maybe this Slaking can freely use any moves it has learned from Mew.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain the reason for the two consecutive return of swallows.

Master Du left the venue dejectedly.

"Sorry, I lost." Master Du said with a sullen face as he returned to his seat.

"It's alright. This 'Slave King' from Ge Lan is indeed a bit unexpected. Even if I were to play, I'd probably lose more likely," Master Zhu comforted him.

“Yes, it’s quite ingenious to think of using sleep to avoid the side effects of laziness,” Master Ye agreed. “It’s a good idea. If we can find the secret behind it, we can use it too.”

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Although we lost a match, we gained a good training method, so it's not too bad.

On the other side, Wilbur, having won a game, proudly raised his eyebrows at Gu Yangzhou.

Gu Yangzhou sneered, "You're only smug now."

“I’ll take the third round,” said Master Kang from the Electrical Engineering Department.

“No, no, no, I’ll do it.” Master Hong, who specializes in steel, also stepped forward.

“Let me do it.” Another master stepped forward.

The third individual match is the last one where you can freely choose your opponent; the remaining two matches have already been arranged for Master Wang and Master Yu to participate.

If we don't try now, we might not get a chance to play.

With twelve people and a maximum of ten matches, there will always be two who miss out.

"Let's roll the dice," Gu Yangzhou said, a bit of a headache coming on.

"Okay." No one objected.

Finally, after a dice roll, it was decided that Master Zhu from the fighting department would take the stage.

"Hehe, I'm going in!" Master Zhu smiled smugly and stepped onto the battlefield.

"Hmph!" The masters who lost at dice throwing all snorted.

Master Kang's opponent was a dark-skinned man named Wendell, whose Pokémon was a Fighting-type named Old Man of the Muse.

"A Fighting-type Pokémon, just what I'm looking for." Master Zhu smiled; the Pokémon he sent out was Iron Fist Warrior.

At the start, both sides seemed to have a tacit understanding, simultaneously using bodybuilding to boost their condition, followed by a close-quarters battle of offense and defense, resulting in injuries to both sides.

Master Zhu licked his lips; indeed, this kind of hand-to-hand combat suited his taste better.

Compared to the previous match, which seemed lukewarm and focused more on strategy, the battle between Master Zhu and Wendell reignited the audience's enthusiasm, with shouts and cheers filling the air.

"That's more like it!" Master Ye waved his fist, he also enjoyed this kind of contest of strength.

"Tch, how rude!" Master Yu curled his lip and said disdainfully.

The other masters exchanged glances and smiled slightly; the meaning behind their intertwined gazes was something only men could understand.

The battle quickly reached a fever pitch. This pure contest of strength and physicality was not worth explaining. Both sides simply exchanged blows, each inflicting injuries, and it all came down to whose Pokémon could last longer.

Soon, the two elves were panting heavily due to their injuries and exhaustion, glaring at each other with fierce eyes.

"The final blow!"

"True Qi Fist!" x2!

In the end, both sides used the same move at the same time.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

The True Qi Fist struck the opponent simultaneously, sending both Pokémon flying and lying motionless on the ground.

"Both sides have lost their ability to fight, therefore, this battle is a draw!"

It was a draw. Master Zhu pursed his lips, somewhat dissatisfied.

After the third match, there will be a half-hour break as usual, during which both sides can decide on their next opponents.

In the preparation room, Gu Yangzhou looked at the list of the remaining masters from the United States on the electronic screen.

"I wonder who they'll field in the last two matches," Gu Yangzhou said.

"Hmph, I actually hope they can send their strongest master," Master Wang said with a smile.

"Don't even think about it, that guy is definitely going to be the last one left in the arena," Master Ye said.

"Ah, I know that too." Master Wang sighed, full of regret.

Master Ye laughed triumphantly.

"You're only happy for a short while. Once we find the Mega Stone for Dragonite, we'll have another battle then." Seeing Master Ye's smug look, Master Jing couldn't help but say sarcastically.

"Alright, I'll beat you down then," Master Ye said without the slightest fear.

Master Jing recalled the scene of Dragonite battling Mega Tyranitar, and his face immediately darkened.

He stealthily took out his phone, tapped the screen for a while, and then quietly put it back in his pocket.

In the audience, Ye Feng, who was getting a little impatient, suddenly felt his phone vibrate. He took it out in confusion and froze in his seat.

"Young Ye, I'm giving you a month to find the Mega Stone for Dragonite! Otherwise, you'll regret it!" The sender was none other than Master Jing.

"Uh..." Ye Feng scratched his head, looking troubled.

If he remembers correctly, before he transmigrated, there was no Mega Evolution for Dragonite, and he doesn't know if it ever came out later.

If not... ugh, just imagining a master-level trainer chasing after him made Ye Feng shudder.

No, we might not be able to find a Dragonite. I need to get Hoopa to find a Gengar so we won't have to worry.

"Okay, let's do it that way!" Ye Feng nodded in satisfaction, giving himself a thumbs up for his clever idea.

Chapter 336, Scene Three, the Imminent...

Master Jing, of course, was unaware that he had been stood up (or rather, stood there), completely absorbed in his wonderful fantasy of Mega Dragonite beating up Mega Tyranitar...

Ye Feng had just finished replying to the message when someone bumped into his arm, and his phone almost flew out of his hand.

"Sorry, sorry," a man wearing a hat apologized repeatedly in English.

"It's nothing." Ye Feng shook his head. It's crowded here, so it's normal to bump into things.

After putting my phone away and waiting a while, the second half of the individual competition finally began.

Amidst the enthusiastic cheers of the audience, the Chinese team and the beautiful team emerged from the tunnel entrance.

The two teams faced each other when Wilbur suddenly made a throat-slitting gesture towards Gu Yangzhou. Gu Yangzhou responded in kind with a universally recognized friendly gesture.

Ye Feng touched his nose. The old man still had quite a temper.

What he didn't know was that Gu Yangzhou and Wilbur had been sworn enemies for many years.

However, unlike Andrei, the president of the Russian association, Gu Yangzhou did not get along with him when they met, but the relationship between China and Russia was not particularly hostile.

After all, they are two neighboring countries, and they see each other all the time, so there are usually opportunities for cooperation.

But Wilbur is different. China and the United States are absolute mortal enemies. If they don't fight each other when they meet, they will be considered unpatriotic.

"This match..." Gu Yangzhou's gaze darted back and forth between Master Wang and Master Yu a few times before finally settling on Master Wang. "Old Wang, you go first."

"No problem." Master Wang didn't refuse. Before leaving, he hesitated for a moment, then leaned closer to Master Yu and whispered, "Miss, um..."

"What's wrong, Brother Wang?" Master Yu also lowered his voice.

"Should we say that Mega Evolution line here too?" Master Wang asked hesitantly.

It's fine if it's just friends playing together; we've known each other for decades, and we know each other's dark pasts perfectly well. It's just reciting lines, there's nothing to be ashamed of.

But today is the World Masters...

"Yes, and I want to shout it out really loud!" Master Yu clenched her fist. She had already thought of her evolution lines and was just waiting to show them off today.

“You have to shout it out…” Master Wang’s lips trembled. He looked at Master Yu with a suspicious gaze, but seeing her serious expression, he finally nodded.

Master Wang walked toward the competition venue with an indomitable spirit.

"What's wrong with Old Wang? He looks like he's about to die a heroic death." Gu Yangzhou looked over in confusion.

"It's nothing," Master Yu shook his head.

?

Gu Yangzhou glanced at Master Wang's retreating figure, then at Master Yu, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes—come to think of it, both Old Wang and Young Yu's wives passed away quite early. Although there was a slight age difference, it wasn't a problem. Could it be…?

"?" Master Yu felt a shiver run down his spine and subconsciously looked around. Finding nothing strange, he tilted his head in confusion.

She never imagined, no matter how hard she tried, that the president of the association would gossip about others...

The master player that the United States sent this time is named Molf, an old rival, whom they have faced countless times in the Masters tournament.