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he knowes pokemon more than i know _Chapter_354_en
Chapter 354
Chapter 350: Youth, Do You Desire Power?
(Lost a game, so I'm releasing three chapters today. Also, please subscribe.) — Samsung Charmander (Author Name)
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"Hm?"
The four Kanto Champions were still in a standoff in the VIP Box when Lance's Aura suddenly dispersed. Noticing something unusual, he tilted his head, his gaze piercing through the glass and down toward the Battle Arena.
The sudden appearance of Moltres had thrown the venue into chaos, yet Lance spotted his target in the crowd with a single glance.
He saw a Trainer who, ignoring the disorderly environment around him, simply stood there, a crane among chickens.
This person raised a single fist high, aiming it in the direction of their Box. His gaze was sharp and solemn, fixed directly on Lance, who stood above.
Although they were separated by nearly a hundred meters, and the glass of the Box was even treated with a reflective coating that should have made it difficult for outsiders to see in, Lance understood instantly.
He was declaring war on him.
"Hmph, a little interesting."
Seeing this, a smile crept onto Lance's lips. It had been a long time since anyone had dared to make such a gesture toward him.
He then took a few slow steps forward and also raised his arm, forming a fist and meeting the other's gaze from afar.
A fiery battle intent ignited in both of them simultaneously.
This challenge, he, the proud and strongest Champion Lance, accepted!
"Hmph."
Down in the arena, upon seeing Lance's response from the distant Box, The Royal Mask finally broke into a smile. The fighting spirit in his heart surged violently, and the face beneath his mask was ecstatic, making him wish he could engage Lance in a wrestling match right then and there, a specialty from his hometown.
He then lowered his fist and took a deep breath to calm himself.
Champion Lance, even if he wasn't the strongest person in the world, was definitely among the absolute top tier. He didn't have much confidence in defeating such an opponent.
But this battle held extraordinary significance for him; it was one that absolutely had to take place!
He would give his all in the upcoming Indigo Plateau Conference!
"Woooh!!"
"Let's go!!"
The Masked Man surveyed his surroundings. The massive stadium was as magnificent as a castle, filled with five to six thousand passionate spectators, their deafening cheers, and countless zealous, energetic Trainers. A fervent longing flowed from his eyes.
"When will our Alola Region have a scene like this...?"
The Masked Man then shook his head and clenched his fists. An immense courage welled up within him, and his eyes filled with an unyielding, fearless resolve!
"I can definitely do it!"
"Hm?"
Just as the Masked Man retracted his arm and his attention returned to the scene, he caught something strange in his peripheral vision.
The surrounding Trainers were still chaotically gawking at Moltres, but amidst the crowd, a certain Trainer was gazing intently at him, striking a familiar pose.
He had one hand raised, a fist aimed at him, making him stand out conspicuously among the crowd of fodder Trainers.
A moment ago, he had extended his fist to Lance. This time, another Trainer was extending a fist to him.
It was a youth wearing a red and white cap. His face was boyish, but his gaze was incredibly determined, and there were strange lightning symbols etched onto his cheeks.
Perched on his shoulder was a well-built electric mouse Pokémon. At this moment, it was lying on the youth's head, its cheeks crackling with a faint electric current as it watched him with a wary expression.
Unlike the others, Ash's interest in Moltres wasn't particularly great. So while everyone else was curiously observing the legendary bird, he was secretly sizing up The Royal Mask.
He had known of this Masked Man's existence since the P1 Grand Prix. As if guided by fate, Ash had a peculiar feeling.
This person gave off a strange sense of familiarity.
He felt that the two of them would have a very deep connection in the future...
But along with the familiarity, Ash also felt a special premonition, as if it were destiny.
He and this Masked Man were fated to engage in a great battle!
"Hmph!"
Since a battle was inevitable, he might as well declare war now!
Ash extended his hand, throwing a punch through the air toward the Masked Man in a long-distance declaration of war.
"A rival?"
The Masked Man was slightly stunned at first, but he was soon infected by Ash's fiery expression and raised his arm once more.
In the arena, the two of them stood dozens of meters apart, surrounded by a chaotic crowd of Trainers and a cacophony of noise. Yet, none of it disturbed the battle intent in their hearts. It was as if, in that moment, only the two of them remained in the vast arena.
"Pika!!"
"ROAR!!"
Pikachu and the Incineroar beside the Masked Man also extended their fists, their battle intent blazing!
Afterward, the Opening Ceremony concluded.
The two-hundred-plus participants began to file out of the arena, chattering idly. Whether it was the Elite Four, the Masked Man, or even the final appearance of Moltres, all were worthy topics of discussion.
Today was the final night of rest. The real competition would officially begin tomorrow!
Ash also followed the crowd, slowly making his way out.
"That Masked Man is no simple foe."
At that moment, a voice reminded him from within his soul.
Although Red no longer lived in his Soul Space, now residing in his new Hat body, he could still seamlessly connect with his soul.
Because the Hat would automatically turn pure gold when worn, which was far too dazzling, Ash didn't dare wear it in crowded places. He simply hung it on the side of his jacket, giving others the illusion that he was carrying a spare hat.
"Yeah, I know."
For once, Ash wasn't laughing and joking, but nodded with great solemnity.
The Masked Man's strength was comparable to Bruno's. He had battled Bruno before, and the disparity in strength was immense. Not counting Metapod, he wouldn't have been able to withstand more than a few of his moves.
His greatest enemy in this Indigo Plateau Conference—or rather, the greatest enemy of all participants—was undoubtedly this Royal Mask!
"By the way, Brother Red, are you planning to get in on the action this time?"
Ash couldn't help but ask.
Don't be fooled by Brother Red's usual quiet demeanor; he knew that the latter was a man of battle. His desire to fight strong opponents was no less than his own.
Although the League Conference was admittedly a bit low-level for him, every little bit counts.
"You can play by yourself. This time, I'm going to play on my own."
Hearing the reply in his mind, Ash couldn't help but stop in his tracks, confused.
A riddle.
"Swoosh."
He saw a tremor at the hem of his jacket. The Hat made from the God's Token was moving on its own. As if it had grown legs, it suddenly shot off in one direction, flying several meters away before quickly disappearing into the crowd.
"Ash, don't run into me in this Conference. If you do, it'll be your unlucky day."
Red left only this final sentence before completely vanishing from his line of sight.
Ash: "?"
Brother Red is also participating?
The key question is, how can a hat spirit participate?
He scratched his head, completely baffled, and walked out of the venue.
Meanwhile, in a certain corner of the arena, on the ground, an unremarkable, old-style red and white cap suddenly appeared.
The Trainers leaving in succession paid it no mind, and it simply remained where it was.
"Huh? Did someone drop this hat?"
Finally, a Trainer discovered the hat and couldn't help but curiously bend down to pick it up.
Unexpectedly, the moment his hand touched the hat, his palm felt as if it had been electrocuted. A sentence echoed in his mind, carrying a powerful, bewitching force that could make one lose himself completely.
"Youth, do you desire power?"
Trainer: "?"
Did I just pick up a demon hat?
(end of chapter)
(Lost a game, so I'm releasing three chapters today. Also, please subscribe.) — Samsung Charmander (Author Name)
.
"Hm?"
The four Kanto Champions were still in a standoff in the VIP Box when Lance's Aura suddenly dispersed. Noticing something unusual, he tilted his head, his gaze piercing through the glass and down toward the Battle Arena.
The sudden appearance of Moltres had thrown the venue into chaos, yet Lance spotted his target in the crowd with a single glance.
He saw a Trainer who, ignoring the disorderly environment around him, simply stood there, a crane among chickens.
This person raised a single fist high, aiming it in the direction of their Box. His gaze was sharp and solemn, fixed directly on Lance, who stood above.
Although they were separated by nearly a hundred meters, and the glass of the Box was even treated with a reflective coating that should have made it difficult for outsiders to see in, Lance understood instantly.
He was declaring war on him.
"Hmph, a little interesting."
Seeing this, a smile crept onto Lance's lips. It had been a long time since anyone had dared to make such a gesture toward him.
He then took a few slow steps forward and also raised his arm, forming a fist and meeting the other's gaze from afar.
A fiery battle intent ignited in both of them simultaneously.
This challenge, he, the proud and strongest Champion Lance, accepted!
"Hmph."
Down in the arena, upon seeing Lance's response from the distant Box, The Royal Mask finally broke into a smile. The fighting spirit in his heart surged violently, and the face beneath his mask was ecstatic, making him wish he could engage Lance in a wrestling match right then and there, a specialty from his hometown.
He then lowered his fist and took a deep breath to calm himself.
Champion Lance, even if he wasn't the strongest person in the world, was definitely among the absolute top tier. He didn't have much confidence in defeating such an opponent.
But this battle held extraordinary significance for him; it was one that absolutely had to take place!
He would give his all in the upcoming Indigo Plateau Conference!
"Woooh!!"
"Let's go!!"
The Masked Man surveyed his surroundings. The massive stadium was as magnificent as a castle, filled with five to six thousand passionate spectators, their deafening cheers, and countless zealous, energetic Trainers. A fervent longing flowed from his eyes.
"When will our Alola Region have a scene like this...?"
The Masked Man then shook his head and clenched his fists. An immense courage welled up within him, and his eyes filled with an unyielding, fearless resolve!
"I can definitely do it!"
"Hm?"
Just as the Masked Man retracted his arm and his attention returned to the scene, he caught something strange in his peripheral vision.
The surrounding Trainers were still chaotically gawking at Moltres, but amidst the crowd, a certain Trainer was gazing intently at him, striking a familiar pose.
He had one hand raised, a fist aimed at him, making him stand out conspicuously among the crowd of fodder Trainers.
A moment ago, he had extended his fist to Lance. This time, another Trainer was extending a fist to him.
It was a youth wearing a red and white cap. His face was boyish, but his gaze was incredibly determined, and there were strange lightning symbols etched onto his cheeks.
Perched on his shoulder was a well-built electric mouse Pokémon. At this moment, it was lying on the youth's head, its cheeks crackling with a faint electric current as it watched him with a wary expression.
Unlike the others, Ash's interest in Moltres wasn't particularly great. So while everyone else was curiously observing the legendary bird, he was secretly sizing up The Royal Mask.
He had known of this Masked Man's existence since the P1 Grand Prix. As if guided by fate, Ash had a peculiar feeling.
This person gave off a strange sense of familiarity.
He felt that the two of them would have a very deep connection in the future...
But along with the familiarity, Ash also felt a special premonition, as if it were destiny.
He and this Masked Man were fated to engage in a great battle!
"Hmph!"
Since a battle was inevitable, he might as well declare war now!
Ash extended his hand, throwing a punch through the air toward the Masked Man in a long-distance declaration of war.
"A rival?"
The Masked Man was slightly stunned at first, but he was soon infected by Ash's fiery expression and raised his arm once more.
In the arena, the two of them stood dozens of meters apart, surrounded by a chaotic crowd of Trainers and a cacophony of noise. Yet, none of it disturbed the battle intent in their hearts. It was as if, in that moment, only the two of them remained in the vast arena.
"Pika!!"
"ROAR!!"
Pikachu and the Incineroar beside the Masked Man also extended their fists, their battle intent blazing!
Afterward, the Opening Ceremony concluded.
The two-hundred-plus participants began to file out of the arena, chattering idly. Whether it was the Elite Four, the Masked Man, or even the final appearance of Moltres, all were worthy topics of discussion.
Today was the final night of rest. The real competition would officially begin tomorrow!
Ash also followed the crowd, slowly making his way out.
"That Masked Man is no simple foe."
At that moment, a voice reminded him from within his soul.
Although Red no longer lived in his Soul Space, now residing in his new Hat body, he could still seamlessly connect with his soul.
Because the Hat would automatically turn pure gold when worn, which was far too dazzling, Ash didn't dare wear it in crowded places. He simply hung it on the side of his jacket, giving others the illusion that he was carrying a spare hat.
"Yeah, I know."
For once, Ash wasn't laughing and joking, but nodded with great solemnity.
The Masked Man's strength was comparable to Bruno's. He had battled Bruno before, and the disparity in strength was immense. Not counting Metapod, he wouldn't have been able to withstand more than a few of his moves.
His greatest enemy in this Indigo Plateau Conference—or rather, the greatest enemy of all participants—was undoubtedly this Royal Mask!
"By the way, Brother Red, are you planning to get in on the action this time?"
Ash couldn't help but ask.
Don't be fooled by Brother Red's usual quiet demeanor; he knew that the latter was a man of battle. His desire to fight strong opponents was no less than his own.
Although the League Conference was admittedly a bit low-level for him, every little bit counts.
"You can play by yourself. This time, I'm going to play on my own."
Hearing the reply in his mind, Ash couldn't help but stop in his tracks, confused.
A riddle.
"Swoosh."
He saw a tremor at the hem of his jacket. The Hat made from the God's Token was moving on its own. As if it had grown legs, it suddenly shot off in one direction, flying several meters away before quickly disappearing into the crowd.
"Ash, don't run into me in this Conference. If you do, it'll be your unlucky day."
Red left only this final sentence before completely vanishing from his line of sight.
Ash: "?"
Brother Red is also participating?
The key question is, how can a hat spirit participate?
He scratched his head, completely baffled, and walked out of the venue.
Meanwhile, in a certain corner of the arena, on the ground, an unremarkable, old-style red and white cap suddenly appeared.
The Trainers leaving in succession paid it no mind, and it simply remained where it was.
"Huh? Did someone drop this hat?"
Finally, a Trainer discovered the hat and couldn't help but curiously bend down to pick it up.
Unexpectedly, the moment his hand touched the hat, his palm felt as if it had been electrocuted. A sentence echoed in his mind, carrying a powerful, bewitching force that could make one lose himself completely.
"Youth, do you desire power?"
Trainer: "?"
Did I just pick up a demon hat?
(end of chapter)
