Very soon, the preliminary stage of the Martial Arts Tournant officially began!
When all the evaluated participants in Ethan's area had fully gathered, the examiner began calling the participants by number.
By pure coincidence, the first to step onto the stage was precisely the young man who had earlier been the first to mock Ethan.
After stepping onto the stage, the young man even cast a provocative glance at Ethan before taking his position within the testing area.
With the opening of the Poké Ball, a humanoid-looking Machamp appeared on the field, with four arms, gray skin, and an extrely robust body.
"It's a Machamp!"
As Machamp appeared, the atmosphere throughout the entire venue beca noticeably more tense.
Machamp, as one of the most popular Fighting-type Pokémon, had always delivered outstanding performances in every edition of the Martial Arts Tournant.
After so many editions of the tournant, almost more than half of the champions had been Machamp, clearly demonstrating its trendous power.
"It's him, Kevin Brooks from the Machamp Dojo!"
"No wonder he seed so familiar! Kevin's father was the champion of the tournant in the previous edition!"
Seeing Machamp take the stage, so people imdiately recognized Kevin's identity and began to exclaim in surprise.
Ethan also heard the audience's comnts and lightly stroked his chin. No wonder he was so arrogant; he had the capital to back it up.
On the stage, Kevin, seeing the enthusiasm of the other competitors, felt very satisfied. He then directed his gaze toward the power ter in front of him and began giving orders to Machamp.
"Machamp, use Focus Punch."
The mont he opened his mouth, Kevin ordered a powerful Fighting-type move.
Machamp positioned itself in front of the power-testing ter. After taking a deep breath, energy began to gather in one of its fists.
According to the rules, the Pokémon could only use a single move, and the score would be determined based on the power of that attack.
Boom!
A loud explosion rang out.
Machamp's fist slamd heavily into the testing ter.
In an instant, the numbers on the device began to jump frantically, increasing at high speed.
When the third digit stopped at the number 2, the rate of increase slowed, and finally it stopped at 285 points.
"Damn, this is insane!"
"285 points! Kevin really lives up to being the son of the previous tournant champion!"
Seeing the terrifying power of Machamp's attack, the entire venue gasped in amazent.
When Kevin's father had won the championship in the previous edition, his Machamp had only reached 302 points. In comparison, Kevin's result was already not far behind.
"Only 285 points. Looks like my Machamp's performance this ti was just average."
Although Kevin was very satisfied inside, on the surface he spoke with complete nonchalance.
His friends, seeing this, imdiately began to flatter him nonstop, inflating his vanity to the extre.
"Is that score really that high?"
"If this ter is the sa one used in the Cross Cup... then 285 points doesn't seem like a particularly high score, does it?"
Ethan couldn't help but feel a bit confused.
In the Cross Cup, his Litwick had reached over 500 points. Compared to that, Machamp's score could only be considered average.
"And besides... are 302 points already enough to win a championship?"
"It seems the value of the Martial Arts Tournant title isn't as high as I thought."
Ethan pondered for a mont and then understood the reasoning behind the tournant rules.
The Martial Arts Tournant was like the martial arts tournants from his past life: it wasn't favored by all trainers. Compared to the Cross Cup, its audience was much smaller, making it more of a recreational event.
"If that's the case... then Cacturne still has a chance to win the championship."
Ethan took out Cacturne's Poké Ball, feeling a growing sense of anticipation.
After that, one by one, competitors dressed in combat uniforms stepped onto the stage to perform the test.
Most of the results hovered around 100 points. One participant who scored 120 points was so happy that he seed convinced he had already secured his spot in the main stage.
Finally, the examiner called Ethan.
"Finally, it's my turn."
Ethan smiled faintly and stepped onto the stage.
Imdiately, all of the audience's attention focused on him, with expressions full of anticipation for a show.
Based on experience from previous years, most Pokémon from the Multitype Martial Dojo failed to advance to the main stage.
In the eyes of many, they were nothing more than insignificant fillers.
"Go, Cacturne."
Ignoring the gazes of the crowd, Ethan released Cacturne.
The mont Cacturne appeared, almost everyone in the venue was stunned.
"Cacturne?"
"This guy really ca just to make up the numbers. He's dressed like a bear, and his Pokémon isn't any better!"
Kevin imdiately went into mockery mode, laughing so hard he was almost in tears.
"Huh? What's going on in that testing field?"
"Is that Pokémon Cacturne? Soone actually brought a Pokémon like that to the tournant?"
"It really is Cacturne! Is this the first ti a Pokémon like this has appeared in the tournant?"
"That's right, that's right. But I don't see anything strong about that Pokémon. It must be from the Multitype Martial Dojo again."
The spectators outside the field were also drawn by Cacturne, and many turned their attention toward the testing area where he was.
"It's Ethan's Cacturne!"
"Those annoying guys dare to mock our dojo!"
"Co on, Cacturne! Use your fists to make all those guys shut up!"
Among the audience, there were also students from the Multitype Martial Dojo, who clenched their fists with suppressed anger.
Ethan, of course, noticed all these reactions. The corner of his lips curved slightly upward.
"Cacturne, begin."
Upon hearing Ethan's order, Cacturne nodded and positioned itself in front of the testing ter.
Then, Fighting-type energy wrapped around its fist, emitting a faint white glow.
However, Cacturne did not throw the punch imdiately. It remained motionless, maintaining its charging posture, like a lone cactus standing firm in the desert.
"What is that Cacturne doing?"
"Isn't it daring to attack? Just punch already!"
Seeing that Cacturne wasn't moving, the crowd began to show confusion.
Gradually, as it continued to remain still, so spectators started to grow impatient.
"What is that Cacturne doing?"
In the guest area, so people also turned their gazes toward it.
"That move... could it be Power-Up Punch?" another guest said.
This guest was wearing a white research coat, and judging by his appearance, he was likely a Pokémon Researcher.
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