Pokémon: Hard work pays off, moves can be upgraded infinitely.

Newbie Battle Arena, inside Battle Arena #7.

"Both Pokémon are in position. Beep beep - Match begins!!"

"Timber, use Spark!"

"Wonderful meow, such an enchanting voice!"

The two issued commands simultaneously, but their spirits moved at different speeds.

The warm pig first kicked its hind legs backward, then its rosy nose twitched, and the temperature around its mouth began to rise steadily.

However, just as Woof Woof was mobilizing its fire-attribute energy, a strange and alluring voice rang out in the arena amidst the calm atmosphere.

It was the alluring sound emitted by Meow Meow.

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[Enchanting Voice: A Fairy-type attack move that emits a seductive cry, inflicting psychic damage on the opponent.]

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"warm!!"

The sudden sonic attack interrupted the Woolpig's charge-up attack. The calm yet eerie sound waves were like a demonic whisper, causing his thoughts to become somewhat chaotic.

"Now, Meowth, use your telekinesis!"

Based on the principle of taking advantage of someone's weakness, Song Xiaomeng immediately shouted loudly.

"Meow!!"

Meow Meow's purple eyes trembled slightly. As its two large ears opened a crack, a surge of powerful psychic energy erupted out, transforming into tangible, invisible psychic power that completely enveloped Tepig.

At this point, the outcome of the match is quite clear.

They already had a level advantage, and now the opponent has lost the first move and is controlled by telekinesis, so naturally they can't fight.

But Tepig's trainer didn't give up, still shouting things like, "Hang in there, cheer up, you can do it, Tepig, hold on!"

If he had access to the inspirational words in the Yanhuang language, perhaps these words would be somewhat useful.

But unfortunately, he didn't.

"Beep--, Warm Pig has lost its ability to fight. The winner is the blue team, Miss Song Xiaomeng!"

The cold voice of the electronic referee ruthlessly shattered the fat boy's last hope.

Song Xiaomeng, carrying Miao Miao, came out of the small corridor, ran to Mu Yun's side, raised her eyebrows, and proudly boasted, "How about it? Wasn't my command great!"

"I only saw a cat that was completely outclassed in level," Mu Yun said truthfully.

"What do you mean by 'level crushing'? We're all at the normal level, who's higher level than whom!" Song Xiaomeng frowned and muttered in dissatisfaction, "Is it so hard to admit I'm better!"

Upon hearing this, Mu Yun realized that the world only had a vague general classification of elves, and no one except him knew the specific sub-classes.

The current globally accepted classification system is said to be based on measurements taken using a machine called an energy detector.

As for the measurement method, Mu Yun didn't know.

Because the machines are expensive and rare, only provincial trainer associations are equipped with them, and they are not commonly seen by the general public.

Song Xiaomeng, for example, passed the two-star professional certificate exam last year, but still hasn't seen the legendary energy detector.

"Yes, yes, yes, Xiaomeng is the best! Miaomiao is so amazing, it's all thanks to Xiaomeng." Mu Yun raised his voice and praised.

"That's more like it."

Song Xiaomeng patted Mu Yun's arm with satisfaction, then smoothed her bangs with her hand and said casually, "By the way, what match were you in? After you finish, do you want to practice with me?"

"Let me tell you, opportunities to battle Psychic-type trainers are rare. Even if someone pays me to fight, I might not accept."

Song Xiaomeng's words were not narcissistic.

Trainers specializing in Psychic, Ghost, Fairy, Dragon, and Poison types are known to be extremely rare.

The first four are because spirits with this attribute are rare, there's nothing we can do about it.

The latter is because many powerful Poison-type trainers are wanted criminals on the list, so Poison-type trainers are generally perceived as ruthless and vicious, and therefore are not well-liked.

In addition, many newcomers lack experience and are prone to accidentally poisoning themselves when interacting with Poison-type Pokémon, so fewer people choose them.

"I'm in the twelfth match. After I finish, I'll have to trouble Sister Xiaomeng to help me out. I haven't battled a Psychic-type Pokémon yet," Mu Yun said with a smile.

"Hehe, don't worry, we're like brothers. Even if I don't help anyone else, I'll definitely help you!"

Seeing that Mu Yun was "begging" her, Song Xiaomeng was in a great mood. She chuckled and patted her chest, giving off a "I'll take care of it" look.

Although Song Xiaomeng is not as gifted as Chi Duoduo, her powerful shots still produce some fluctuations in their arc.

"Sigh, I'm really worried about your future child," Mu Yun sighed and muttered to himself.

"What did you say?"

Immersed in joy, Song Xiaomeng didn't hear Mu Yun's murmur and leaned over with a smile to ask.

Perhaps due to the several battles with the Pokémon, there were faint beads of sweat glistening on Song Xiaomeng's neck. As she got closer, a faint scent of girlish hormones mixed with shower gel entered her nostrils.

It's citrus flavored and quite sweet.

"It's nothing, but don't underestimate me." Mu Yun tilted his head back to avoid the erotic view from above.

Upon closer inspection, it became clear that although Song Xiaomeng appeared flat-chested, she was actually quite well-endowed, roughly one-fifth the size of Chi Duoduo, so the child shouldn't go hungry.

"Tch, you think training Pokémon is like doing math problems? Let me tell you, no matter how smart you are, if your Pokémon itself doesn't have the talent for battle, it'll be hard for it to amount to anything."

"It may sound harsh, but in most cases, Pokémon with lower potential don't have very good combat skills."

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Xiaomeng regretted it. After all, she knew the situation of Mu Yun's family perfectly well, and they couldn't possibly get a high-quality elf egg.

If I say that, am I not talking about him?

She raised her head and carefully observed Mu Yun's expression. Seeing that he wasn't angry, she breathed a sigh of relief and gently patted her chest.

Mu Yun was naturally not angry. What Song Xiaomeng said was a fact that was generally accepted in the Pokémon world, and besides, his initial Pokémon had considerable potential.

Elite level is already very high, okay?

"Nothing is absolute. What if a real phoenix emerges from the chicken coop one day?" Mu Yun shrugged and said calmly.

Perhaps realizing she had just said something wrong, Song Xiaomeng didn't refute Mu Yun's words. She simply tilted her head slightly, as if thinking of something, her eyes darting around as she twirled a strand of hair behind her ear with her slender white fingers, and said seemingly unintentionally.

"My dad said that although buying the little sun a few years ago cost a lot of money, it has also saved up a lot of dowry for me over the years, and he wants to find a son-in-law who will live with his wife's family."

Little Sun is the name of her overlord-level Sun Spirit.

Before Mu Yun could reply, Song Xiaomeng quickly continued her rant: "Do you think Old Song is so desperate for me because I'm always away at school that he misses me so much that he doesn't want me to get married and wants to keep me at home? Hahahaha."

Mu Yun glanced at Song Xiaomeng, whose cheeks were slightly flushed and who dared not look at him, and thought for a moment before saying, "Maybe so. After all, Uncle Song is quite lonely by himself."

"What? Aunt Zhu is with him every day, doing his laundry and cooking for him, and even covering his work and tutoring his students. He's not lonely at all; he's practically gotten as fat as a ball!"

Whether it was because she didn't hear what she wanted to hear, or simply because she felt that Aunt Zhu was working too hard, Song Xiaomeng pouted, her dissatisfaction evident in her expression.

"There's nothing I can do. Aunt Zhu is so gentle. If it were me, I would have been fattened up too," Mu Yun said with a smile.

"No!"

Song Xiaomeng suddenly shouted, startling Mu Yun, who looked at her in confusion: "What can't I do?"

"It's nothing. Anyway, Aunt Zhu is already very tired from taking care of my father. Xiao Yun, please be more diligent, or..."

"Brother Yun, you're here. Isn't it your turn yet?"

Just as Song Xiao was about to say something, a clear, cool voice with a hint of joy rang out at the entrance of Battlefield No. 7.

The speaker was dressed in simple white clothes, with a fresh and elegant face. At first glance, you could tell that she was the type of girl that many high school boys dreamed of.

Sure enough, as soon as "she" appeared, many boys in the rest area stared at her intently, and their hands kept fidgeting.

Some were touching their hair, some were touching their noses, some were scooping... In an instant, everyone seemed to become busy.

"!"

Song Xiaomeng was on high alert.

She didn't have time to get a good look at the newcomer's appearance, but from that fleeting glimpse, she could still tell that the newcomer was extremely handsome and had an exceptional air about him!

Oh no, when I'm not around, Xiaoyun won't...