Aspiring to become a Pokémon trainer

Stroking his graying beard, Mastedt uttered incoherent and fearful words, but the two elves standing before him remained poised and unwavering.

Master Itachi and Corviknight.

Watching the two, who were both focused and had their eyes closed, yet whose aura was in no way inferior, a little pressure rose in my heart, but it couldn't overshadow my fighting spirit.

"Green grass field".

As the command was given, the little demon's green grass mask glowed with emerald light, and countless tender shoots broke through the soil from the cracks in the rocks, instantly covering the entire battlefield. Amidst the sweet fragrance of grass, Master Itachi suddenly opened his eyes, transforming into a white blur as he charged straight at them.

"Master Itachi, high-five and a surprise attack!"

Despite being late to the party, the flowing sleeves moved with the wind, and the buzzing sound of the palm strike that forced the air wave was close to his ear. E Guipeng staggered backward and had to stop his movements to regain his balance.

At the same moment, with its wings spread wide, the jet-black steel giant bird suddenly lowered its body, carrying immense momentum as it slashed down with its wing blades, charging straight at the front, as if to crush the delicate little devil with a continuous barrage of attacks.

"Two wings!"

In a split second, the azure scorpion spread its wings, tearing through the sky and rising from the earth like layers of rocky peaks, blocking its opponent from its companion.

"Rockblock".

"Beautiful!" Korne couldn't help but clench her fist and cheer. Honey, watching from the sidelines, nodded slightly; the timing of the rescue was perfect, but Mastedt's offensive had only just begun.

"Master Itachi, Ice Whirlwind."

The white-bearded master Itachi disappeared from the spot and reappeared behind Scorpion King. His spinning and twisting attacks, which were made of condensed ice blades, were intentionally aimed at him, but he lost his way in the blink of an eye.

Look at me.

Removing the mask, the little devil raised its fangs, deliberately baring its teeth and claws to sway the other's consciousness, causing them to feel disoriented.

In a duel between strong opponents, even a moment of distraction can be a huge oversight. Taking advantage of the situation, the scorpion beast leaped into the air, avoiding the aftershocks while scattering layers of sharp rock spikes at its highest point.

"Invisible Rock".

"Iron Wall, follow closely—"

Without the slightest sign of panic, Mastedt's calm voice drowned out the biting sea breeze.

"lap!"

Metallic luster flowed across its raven feathers, and the Steel-Armored Raven's defense suddenly increased. It switched between offense and defense, folding its wings and swooping down like a meteor. Its steel body gleamed coldly in the twilight. If this deadly move, converting defense into attack, hit, the Evil-Piercing Raven would instantly lose its fighting ability.

However, everything has its prerequisites.

"Thorn vine stick".

A calm female voice echoed across the venue, and the emerald green on the little devil's face instantly faded, transforming into a ferocious, fiery expression.

It leaped over the two birds by stomping on the grass, soaring high into the air and raising its vines horizontally, wrapping them with layers of fiery currents, before slamming them down heavily on the steel bird's head.

Speed ​​determines priority, and the order of importance is clear.

boom.

With a muffled sound, a raging wave of flames, carrying immense force, poured down on the former's forehead. Even though it was covered in steel armor, the gleaming helmet still dented downwards, revealing a deep, net-like pit.

A single strike, hitting the vital point.

The battle was over in one strike. The Steel Raven's wings went limp, and it crashed heavily to the ground, cracking the soil beneath its feet. It was clear without even looking that it had fallen into a coma.

Of course, there are gains and losses, which is just right here. The speed is fair to everyone. With a crisp sound of ice crystals shattering, Master Itachi had already flashed past, displaying the full power of his four-fold restraint.

"Triple Spin Strike".

Scorpion King, exhausted from the repeated blows of the ice, collapsed to the ground, unable to continue fighting.

As the two fell to the ground in the dust, Mastedt raised his white eyebrows high, then slapped his thigh and laughed, making the Poké Balls at his waist rattle: "Wonderful! Wonderful! This thorny stick strike was like a sudden gust of wind and thunder, penetrating the waist and body, and has the essence of the One-Strike Style."

The waterfall's mist was parted by his body, and Master Itachi retreated to the old man's side, his flowing sleeves moving without wind.

"But little girl, the battle has only just begun!"

Before he finished speaking, the Poké Ball he threw exploded in mid-air with a red glow, and the ancient beast stood firmly on the ground, silently raising its head.

hoarse--

The rock spikes slammed against the solid armor, producing a harsh scraping sound. Pain was inevitable, but so was the rage.

Gazing at the large dragon with its golden scales covering its body and walking upright in the arena, everyone couldn't help but gasp.

The Staff-tailed Armored Dragon is a late bloomer among elves.

Through rigorous training, shedding its old scales, forging a new shell, and gradually transforming in fierce battles, the Heartscale Treasure undergoes a rebirth—this is the final step in its evolution.

However, upon seeing this, Nan Yin did not lose her composure for a moment. Perhaps time has washed away the impression this old-school champion left on the world, but the memories of her past life still left the information in her mind.

She anticipated the other party's choice and possessed the most intractable countermeasure.

"Wings flap."

"Napkin~"

With a melodious cry, the little beast, which had been restrained for a long time, leaped off the girl's shoulder and floated lightly in mid-air like a butterfly.

"Another Pokémon that hasn't been included in the Pokédex yet. Girl, you're really something."

"Scale noise".

The smile remained, but the golden-gray dragon was now pounding its breastplate, its layered scales rubbing against each other, unleashing ear-piercing high-frequency sonic waves. Wherever the sound waves passed, the grass flattened, and even the mist from the waterfall was shattered into finer droplets.

However, Zhenyi shook his head in confusion, seemingly puzzled as to what had just happened.

"Fairy type?"

Without pausing, the Staff-tailed Armored Dragon puffed out its belly and charged forward, its cries ringing out incessantly. Yet, its close-range attacks only managed to penetrate its form, failing to harm the dragon itself.

Yes, the combination of ghosts and fairies completely eliminates the combined attributes of fighting and dragons.

Therefore, despite his reluctance, Masdeh had no choice but to send out his true trump card.

——Martial Arts Bear Master.

Chapter 253 Defeating the Champion (4,000 words)

Not bound by the Poké Ball, a soft breathing came from deep within the forest, and a burly figure emerged from the shadows.

The gray hair still faintly revealed old scars, the bandages wrapped around the fists and wrists swayed slightly in the wind, and the posture of holding the frame was as natural as flowing clouds. An invisible pressure was already emanating from the former's entire body.

"Yeah."

Its eyes were sharp, and it raised one arm in a humble gesture of instruction.

The force flows like water, which is the essence of the martial arts master's combo style.

"Combo attack style..."

Gazing at the former, who stood as immovable as a mountain, Nan Yin frowned slightly. With the support of Zhenyi Fa and Egui Peng, she had a natural advantage, but against this legendary Pokémon that could only use fighting moves to the fullest, any carelessness could become the cause of defeat.

Kommo-o had transformed into a beam of red light and returned to the Poké Ball at its waist. The little devil wanted to give chase, but its master Itachi, who was staying behind, saw through its movements and gracefully dodged and landed back on the other side of the field unharmed.

The waterfall's mist was tinged with the twilight. Without uttering a word, Martial Arts Master Xiong took a single step forward, and the pebbles beneath his feet turned to dust in what seemed like a light touch.

"Water flow, strike continuously."

Masder's command perfectly coincided with the surging waves. The warrior retracted his right fist to his waist, then pushed forward with his left palm. The seemingly slow movement left several afterimages in the air. By the time Zhenyi realized the danger, the fist, carrying a vortex, had already pierced through its body—as it should have.

Unfortunately, Nan Yin's senses only caught the start of the fist and palm in the moment of chaotic airflow; the command from the mind was faster than the words on the lips.

The power of the moon.

It doesn't need to think about where to launch an attack, nor worry about the danger of its moves missing or going astray; the girl behind it is the eye it trusts most.

Like fluffy feathers, the torrent of light transformed into a full moon, pouring down from the zenith.

Fairy-type energy erupted at point-blank range. In the blinding pink light, the martial arts bear master opened his wide eyes, crossed his arms in an instant, and switched from offense to defense. Even though he was still flying backward with difficulty, he twisted his body and kicked his legs before hitting the mountain rocks, and used the reaction force to land steadily.

"chant."

Its chest fur was slightly charred, and its eyes were even sharper.

It's hard to imagine that a Pokémon could completely turn the tide of an attack and seize that tiny, fleeting opportunity.

This is Masted, the trainer who has won the Galar championship for seventeen consecutive years and has never lost a match in his career.

At the same moment, Master Itachi slammed the earth, tearing apart the thick soil and lifting up sharp rock peaks that went straight towards the little demon.

"Sharp stone attack."

Wooden corners.

Amidst the thunderous roar of the rocky peak breaking through the earth, the fiery currents enveloping the Egui Phantom instantly faded, transforming into a thick foundation stone surface. Instead of retreating, it advanced, its slender little hand sweeping across its waist, drawing out a thorny vine staff with sharp angles, covered in an emerald-like luster.

The wood-elemental energy collided with the rock peaks several times, and the shattered rocks covered the entire area like a rain curtain.

The difference in speed between the two attacks was indistinguishable; decades of experience and innate talent were rendered meaningless here.

Both of them retreated several steps, panting heavily as they recovered from their earlier exhaustion. However, the little devil's competitive spirit was evident in his eyes, while Master Itachi's calmness was concealed in his demeanor.

Ma Shide grinned, his white eyebrows tinged with the golden-red of the setting sun: "Your quick thinking, young lady, reminds this old man of myself when I was young."

Rather than words of appreciation, an invisible gust of wind erupted from his slowly straightening body as Martial Arts Master Xiong tore off the bandages binding his fists, revealing his calloused hands. As those fists assumed the starting stance once more, the entire valley's water began to flow upstream.

With its left fist pressed against its right elbow and its right palm held upright like a knife, as the elven glow from its wings swept down again, it merely turned slightly to the side, and the powerful beam of light was drawn into an arc, cutting the entire waterfall behind it in half.

"This is......"

Korne covered her lips in astonishment, while Lucario, who was beside her, was equally dumbfounded.

"Nullify your opponent's power," Mi Ye explained softly. "Turn your opponent's power into your own."

A curtain of water, suspended in mid-air, slowly descended like a raindrop. The Martial Arts Bear Master weaved through countless droplets, each movement creating ripples and afterimages. The Winged Hair hastily used its magic, Flash, but each time it narrowly avoided the attack. When it finally closed in on the Winged Hair, its right palm glowed with a chilling blue light.

"again."

The seemingly slow palm strike actually contained countless hidden forces. Before it even got close, the rock wall ten meters away exploded with spiderweb-like cracks. The power of the flapping wings was indeed solid, but thousands of years of primitive life had ultimately changed its instincts. Fighting, survival, and living a life of compromise had made it accustomed to straightforward attacks. It was not that it was weak, but that it did not know how to win in the way a trainer would.

Fortunately, the silver-haired girl behind them had enough patience. They had plenty of time to change and improve themselves, just like their wholehearted trust in the present moment.

“Evil and strange.”

At Nan Yin's soft call, the little devil resolutely stepped forward, shifting his position before the martial artist could show any intention to approach, and landed in front of Zhenyifa.

The thorny vine stick he held extended its roots and pierced the ground. Instantly, countless thorns and roots burst forth from the soil, intertwining in front of him to form an impenetrable shield. The moment the martial arts bear master's palm struck the thorns, all the soft roots suddenly transformed into sharp spikes, causing him to suffer immense pain while exerting force, forcing him to retreat.

Spike defense.

However, unexpectedly, the martial artist's fists and palms did not falter due to the piercing pain; his expression remained unchanged, and he even exerted tremendous force with an even more furious look.

"Click—"

The hastily erected spiked shield wall shattered instantly, and dripping blood seeped through the bandages, trickling down from the former's knuckles.

"what!"

It was a look of astonishment and amazement. The battle between the two had already attracted the attention of many students, and now the reversal of the battle had almost gripped everyone's attention.

The palm strike was intended to advance, but this obstruction had bought precious time for the Winged Bear. The jewel on its chest emitted an even more dazzling rainbow light than before, the magical flash engulfing the remaining fist force, and the remaining shockwave caused the water to evaporate completely. When the mist dissipated, the Martial Arts Bear Master still maintained its punching posture, but its fist was only a hair's breadth away from the little beast's nose.

"chant......"

With a soft sigh, the legendary Pokémon slowly bent its knees, its body seemingly about to collapse. Behind it lay the entire rock wall destroyed by the force and aftershock of the punch, proving that that tiny distance was the dividing line between victory and defeat.

That came from complete trust, from the girl's irrational foresight and premonition.

Master Itachi, following the attack, slammed down the exhausted Zhenyi Hair. Egui Peng, having already adjusted his breathing, swung his thorny vine club again, playfully leaping to the former's side, seizing the opportunity of the former's forward lean due to inertia, and decisively striking with a series of attacks to win.

"cough."

Unable to defend himself in time, the older Itachi lost consciousness and completely lost the ability to fight again.

Just when everyone thought the situation had completely turned in Nan Yin's favor, the warrior, whose breath had been weakening, bit his gums and used the pain to stimulate his limbs, thus propping up his battered body once again.

Yes, Egui Pong protected his companions, but so did his master, Itachi. When the fairy's aura approached, Itachi made a choice, risking serious injury to block the first attack and preserve the key to victory.

"How could that be?"

Lost in thought and muttering to herself, Korni realized that her fingernails had dug into her palms.

No longer embracing the stance with a light and gentle posture, Martial Arts Master Xiong abandons the defensive posture and forgoes any possibility of maneuvering.

It was a towering tower, a steep cliff, where, in the ceaseless cold wind, martial arts masters clenched their fists, holding them heavily at their waists.

"chant!"

No longer holding back, with a roar, the headscarf draped over the warrior's forehead was blown by the air currents and rolled behind his ears.