BOOM!
Conkeldurr narrowly avoided the point-blank Flathrower, skidding across the
dirt and coming to a stop next to one of its discarded concrete pillars. It
scooped the stone up instinctively, preparing to swing.
But the mont its thick fingers gripped the pillar, the stone erupted in a
violent burst of purple spectral flas.
Conkeldurr's pupils shrank. It was too late to let go. The cursed fire raced up
the pillar like a living snake, latching onto the brute's arms.
"JIANNN!"
The Pokémon let out a guttural shriek of agony as the purple fire seeped into
its muscles.
Will-O-Wisp had landed!
Conkeldurr was now suffering from a Burn. Not only was its health being chipped
away, but its Physical Attack stat was instantly cut in half.
The Dig tactic had been a clever move to hide from most opponents, but against
Ninetales, it was useless. Her primary strength was her overwhelming psychic
perception. By bathing the arena in her ntal aura, the ground beca
transparent to her; she could track the brute's every heartbeat beneath the
soil. That was why she had been able to intercept Conkeldurr's pounce so easily.
As for the purple fire? She had "planted" the Will-O-Wisp on the stone pillar
earlier, knowing the physical-obsessed Conkeldurr would eventually try to
reclaim its weapon.
Unfortunately for Li Xisheng, this Conkeldurr had the Sheer Force ability, not
Guts. If it had possessed Guts, the burn would have triggered a massive power
boost. Instead, the combination of Baby-Doll Eyes and the Burn status reduced
its legendary strength to a fraction of its forr glory.
The tide had officially turned. Within minutes, the once-mighty brute collapsed
under the weight of the persistent fire and Ninetales's relentless "hit-and-run"
psychic barrages.
"Conkeldurr is unable to battle! Ninetales wins!"
"Co back, Conkeldurr! You did your best."
Li Xisheng didn't look discouraged. He reached for his second Poké Ball. "Go!
dicham!"
"QIA-MO…"
dicham landed in the center of the arena. It imdiately crossed its legs and
floated into the air, its hands joined in a ditative mudra. It hovered there,
its body glowing with a steady, rhythmic psychic aura.
[Pokémon Status]
Target: dicham (Champion Tier) Gender: Female Level: 94 Type: Psychic /
Fighting Ability: Pure Power (Yoga Power) Potential: S-
Kenji knew about this dicham. It was famous in the Northeast for its mastery
of "Yoga Judo." In the old Kanto League records, a trainer's Bellsprout once
used a similar flexible martial art to humiliate Ash Ketchum's team. This
dicham, however, was on a completely different level of lethality.
"Co back, Ninetales." Kenji recalled the fox. He needed a different kind of
pressure for this match.
"I'm counting on you! Electivire!"
"BO-QIA!"
Electivire slamd its fists against its chest, and its Thunder Armor crackled
to life, coating its yellow fur in a jagged cage of electricity.
Kenji's strategy was simple: fight fire with fire, or in this case, martial arts
with martial arts. While Electivire looked like a brawler, it was actually a
prodigy of form. After just a few brief spars with other fighting specialists,
it had been able to "copy" and integrate their techniques into its own style.
Its natural talent was enough to bridge the gap in formal years of study.
"dicham! Use Acupressure!"
"QIA!"
dicham moved with fluid, serpentine grace. It struck a series of rapid points
on its own body, stimulating its internal chakra.
Acupressure—a high-risk, high-reward move that sharply increases a random stat.
As the final strike landed, a surge of energy rippled through dicham. Its eyes
grew terrifyingly sharp, and a thin veil of white steam escaped its lips.
Electivire didn't wait for the buff to settle. It roared and lunged, closing the
distance in a blur of gold. Its fist, crackling with high-voltage energy,
scread toward dicham's head.
Thunder Punch!
dicham didn't panic. It perford a literal bridge, its spine bending backward
at an impossible angle to let the fist whistle past. As it hung in that
contorted position, it lashed out with a foot, releasing a wave of compressed
air.
Vacuum Wave!
The shockwave slamd into Electivire's Thunder Armor. The electricity absorbed
most of the impact, but the force was enough to shove Electivire back. dicham
used the montum to flip back onto its feet, instantly putting distance between them.
Electivire snarled, its tails lashing the air. It lunged again, refusing to let
the "Yoga Master" breathe. The battle of technique had officially begun.
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