Pokemon: My Trainer Simulator-Chapter 347 - 335: Facing the Runner-Up (Triple-Length - ) 4
Seeing his most trusted PokΓ©mon actively volunteering for the battle, Mann Chong happily agreed.
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"Then let me make a trip to the PokΓ©mon Center." Baimu smiled, thinking maybe tonight he could verify the strength of the tournament runner-up.
"Iβll join you!"
Mann Chong took out a Pokeball from his pocket, "I want to give my PokΓ©mon a check-up..."
Pre-battle check-ups are a very common practice.
Since PokΓ©mon are like professional athletes, they may not be at their peak all the time, so a check-up is particularly necessary to ensure their condition.
If something like discomfort or special conditions are found during the check-up, they can be replaced or treated in time.
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Backyard of the guesthouse.
In the rather large battle field, Baimu and Mann Chong stood on opposite sides.
Not far away.
Cousin Aman watched them with excitement, along with scattered tenants either standing or sitting, gazing at the battle field.
For the tenants of this guesthouse, although there has always been a large battle field in the backyard, very few ever use it.
But now someone was actually going to battle, and one of them was the shy desk clerk.
It was truly intriguing.
Returning his gaze from the onlookers, Baimu said loudly, "How should we battle? One-on-one? Three-on-three?"
"Eitherβs fine!"
Mann Chong took several deep breaths, his aura slowly changing.
Many trainers change after entering battle mode, giving an unfamiliar impression to those who donβt know them.
Mann Chong was clearly among them. From weak and obedient, he transformed into a confident and vigorous presence, finally showing the air of a seasoned trainer, much like Ash Ketchumβs first encounter with Shinji, and exuded a skilled aura.
His speech grew more decisive.
"Letβs make it three-on-three then."
Baimu said with a smile, placing three Pokeballs into his pocket.
To ensure optimal condition for tomorrowβs match, Aggron couldnβt possibly battle, lest they tire like Porygon and be unprepared tomorrow.
The purpose of facing other trainers is not solely to win, but to gain valuable experience against the tournament runner-up for the "babies" in the team.
"Alright!"
Mann Chong took out a Pokeball.
No Referee for street battles, when to release PokΓ©mon and when to attack is up to the trainerβs skill.
The usual unwritten rule is, when both trainers unveil their Pokeballs, PokΓ©mon can be released simultaneously.
Bang bang!
The two Pokeballs flew and opened.
Amidst the flickering white light.
A gray-white raw stone appeared before Baimu, while Mann Chong chose the elegant and beautiful Delcatty.
The latter stared at the Galarian Corsola in surprise, until its smoke-like tentacles extended and lifted from the ground, realizing it was indeed a PokΓ©mon.
Yet again...
An unfamiliar PokΓ©mon!
Mann Chongβs heart raced, feeling a long dormant sensation returning inside.
That desire to grow alongside PokΓ©mon, to witness more unfamiliar ones, stemming from his initial aspirations.
Why did he embark on his journey?
An irritability surged, like a stalled program halfway, making him clench his clothes tightly, biting his lip hard without relief.
Clearly.
Mann Chong hadnβt figured things out for himself yet.
Sensing the trainerβs state was off, Delcatty worriedly glanced back.
Baimu, noticing the situation, frowned, "Not feeling well?"
"...No problem!"
Mann Chong relaxed his grip on his collar, taking several deep breaths, feeling better.
Hearing the decisive response, Baimu nodded, "Then I wonβt hold back! Curse!"
"Huh..."
Galarian Corsolaβs eyes shone brilliantly, its body exuding eerie violet smoke, swiftly transforming into a shrieking ghost shadow striking toward Delcatty!
"Shadow Clone to dodge!"
Mann Chongβs command prompted Delcatty to respond with extreme speed.
Swish!
Delcatty suddenly multiplied, the ghost shadow striking one but failing to merge into its shadow, instead missing entirely.
"Charming Voice!"
"Meow!"
The numerous Delcatty released pink waves of light from their mouths, dispersing the ghost shadow entirely.
Unable to help it, real battles are unlike games with simple cause-effect; curses are essentially energy attacks, subject to missing or being dispersed by stronger techniques.
Accordingly, as the ghost shadow dissipated, Galarian Corsolaβs just downgraded spirits revived as if taking a tonic.
Obviously, the physical strength consumed by the dispersed ghost shadow wasnβt returned, curses neither achieved effects nor were blocked by special ones, leaving drained energy intact; attribute energy wasnβt reimbursed.
Cursing is like an energy exchange with some spirit realm existence, failing midway leaves the entity embarrassed to continue draining life energy.
Of course.
A certain degree of skill is required to dispel curses.
"Impressive." Baimu admired Delcattyβs swift move execution.
Galarian Corsola glanced at its opponent, sensing the situation might be unfavorable.
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