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Chapter 436
Chapter 431: Buzzwole vs. Incineroar!
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"Incineroar, use Fake Out!!"
As the battle began, the Masked Man initiated the attack, sticking to his familiar old strategy.
Incineroar had performed this action countless times and was extremely proficient. It sprinted forward in a single bound, reaching its target and slamming its paws together.
"Clap!"
The crisp sound of the slap broke Buzzwole's Focus Sash, forcing its body, which had just been about to move, to a dead stop.
Immediately, the Masked Man raised his hand and pointed.
"Now, use Snarl!!"
Knowing that his opponent's strength was likely no less than his own, the Masked Man was now completely serious, unlike the last round where he let Ash attack first.
"Grrraaar!!"
Upon hearing the command, Incineroar sank into a horse stance, bared its fangs, and let out a terrifying roar that exploded like a clap of thunder, transforming into dark-colored sound wave energy that surged outwards.
"Nasshu?"
However, amidst the fearsome roar, Buzzwole merely shook its head. Aside from feeling a little uncomfortable, the attack didn't seem to have much effect.
"A Fighting Type, is it..."
The Masked Man's gaze sharpened as he began to analyze the situation in his mind.
Whether you're an Ultra Beast or something else, the fundamental rules of type effectiveness must still be obeyed, just as those with psychic powers are a natural counter to physically powerful humans.
Its resistance to the Dark Type, combined with its robust physique, made it easy to deduce Buzzwole's primary type.
Fighting Type!
"If it has a second type..."
Although its entire body was as red as magma, unlike Incineroar, it radiated no high-temperature heat. That redness seemed more like the color of its blood showing through its shell. And with its insect-like limbs and claws...
"Is it a combination of Fighting Type and Bug Type?"
Despite having no information on Buzzwole whatsoever, the Masked Man had analyzed his opponent's type combination in an extremely short amount of time. This was a crucial piece of information for the upcoming battle.
Coincidentally, the opponent's Fighting Type had an advantage over Incineroar's Dark Type, but Incineroar's Fire Type had an advantage over the opponent's Bug Type. The two combatants were a paradoxical matchup.
With this in mind, the Masked Man gestured grandly.
"In that case, use Flamethrower!"
Incineroar took a deep breath and spewed a torrent of scorching flames from its mouth. The blaze surged violently, rushing toward its target.
"Buzzwole, block it with Darkest Lariat."
Red's calm voice brought a measure of tranquility to Buzzwole's agitated state. It raised its two muscular fists, its four spined legs shifted, and its body began to rotate at high speed. A cloak of red and black energy erupted around it, as if it had ignited with red and black flames.
"Pffft..."
The surging flame was completely blocked, exploding outwards and dissipating into faint embers without causing any damage.
"That move..."
The Masked Man's brow furrowed.
He looked at the familiar Darkest Lariat. It was Incineroar's best move; the Masked Man had even previously thought it was Incineroar's signature move. He never expected to see an opponent use it so easily.
"Nasshu!"
Buzzwole stopped spinning, revealing its body once more. It even shot a taunt at its opponent, striking a pose to show off its muscles.
"Incineroar, calm down! Ignore its posturing!"
The Masked Man quickly commanded. They had been partners for many years, so Incineroar immediately took a deep breath, composed itself, and completely ignored the provocative gesture from across the arena.
"Go straight for Fire Punch!"
"Boom!"
As he spoke, a burst of flame erupted around Incineroar's left paw, which hung at its side, transforming it into a fiery fist.
Don't be fooled by it always using Throat Chop before; that didn't mean it couldn't use Fire Punch. It was just that Throat Chop felt more natural. But now that its Dark-type moves were ineffective, switching back to the super-effective Fire Punch was the logical choice.
"Grrraaa!!"
Incineroar let out a roar and began running across the arena. Its speed wasn't high, but its power was considerable. In no time, it dashed in front of its target, swinging its fist, which burned with scorching flames, heavily toward its opponent's head.
"Block it."
Red's voice made Buzzwole's powerful body flinch. A glint of insight appeared in its insectoid eyes. It extended a muscular arm, brushing past the incoming Fire Punch at incredible speed, before changing direction at the last moment to grab Incineroar's wrist, just behind the fist.
This was the critical point for leveraging power into the punch. The grip caused Incineroar's Fire Punch to freeze just inches from Buzzwole's body, unable to advance or retreat.
But Red's command wasn't over.
"Then, use Power-Up Punch!"
"Nasshu!"
Buzzwole understood. Its left hand held its opponent's wrist, the focal point of its power, while its retracted right hand was already clenched into a fist. A faint yellow energy cloak flared up around it, radiating considerable strength, before it slammed the punch forward.
"Block it!!"
At the critical moment, the Masked Man suddenly roared.
The composed Incineroar's eyes glinted sharply. Its other, still-free paw shot out. Seizing the opportunity, it copied the move, grabbing Buzzwole's wrist at its point of leverage.
For a moment, the muscular tiger and the muscular mosquito were locked in a stalemate in the center of the arena, both channeling their full physical strength in an attempt to overpower the other.
"Grrr..."
"Nassh..."
They were face to face, expressions contorted. Their arms strained to the limit, their muscles swelling immensely and even beginning to tremble.
"Shhh-"
The clash of pure physical strength transformed into a shockwave of energy that spread outwards, creating a rather oppressive feeling.
An even match.
The two muscular Pokémon remained locked in a stalemate for a full two minutes, with neither able to pin the other.
Seeing this, Red was the first to give up on the contest of strength, as if he already had a plan.
"Don't rush. Use Vital Throw first."
"Nasshu!"
Failing to defeat its opponent in a contest of muscle left Buzzwole feeling somewhat indignant, but it still secretly changed the direction of its force, using its opponent's strength to launch an attack.
"Grraoh?"
The shift in the stalemate's balance of power caused Incineroar to lurch forward and stumble. Buzzwole instantly found its opening, relaxing and then tightening its grip to exert force once more, violently slamming Incineroar's entire body onto the ground, leaving it completely dazed.
"Incineroar, then we'll use Low Kick!"
But Incineroar was also highly skilled in fighting techniques. It immediately adjusted its fallen position, sweeping out with its hind leg and kicking Buzzwole in the knee. The latter let out a grunt and, surprisingly, also fell to the ground.
"Nasshu!"
"Aargh!"
But soon after, both Buzzwole and Incineroar performed a Magikarp-like kip-up simultaneously, getting back to their feet. They stood facing each other from a distance, their faces serious, eyes locked on their opponent.
"Evenly matched again?"
The Masked Man raised an eyebrow, surprised that his opponent was not much inferior in terms of fighting skill.
Realizing that minor techniques were unlikely to yield results, the Masked Man no longer hesitated. He took a wide step forward and roared:
"Incineroar, use Flare Blitz!!"
"Grrraaar!!"
Incineroar understood. It threw its arms back and let out a furious roar where it stood. Its humanoid tiger body was instantly engulfed in blazing red flames, transforming into a massive fireball. It kicked off with its hind legs and charged forward.
The flame burned fiercely, and as it ran, the crimson color of the fire shifted, turning into an annihilating blue flame. Its energy aura immediately became terrifying, leaving a scorched black trail with a foul burning smell on the ground in its wake.
Flare Blitz was a Fire-type ultimate move. Naturally, Red wouldn't just stand by and watch. He immediately issued a command.
"Buzzwole, block it with Superpower!"
"Nasshu!!"
Buzzwole immediately stood its ground, lowering its center of gravity and roaring as it exerted its strength. Its muscles visibly swelled, and the redness of its body deepened, as if its blood was circulating at high speed.
White steam even began to rise from its exoskeleton.
Beneath the white steam, its deep red form and grotesque anatomical structure made Buzzwole look as terrifying as a demon god.
(end of chapter)
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——
"Incineroar, use Fake Out!!"
As the battle began, the Masked Man initiated the attack, sticking to his familiar old strategy.
Incineroar had performed this action countless times and was extremely proficient. It sprinted forward in a single bound, reaching its target and slamming its paws together.
"Clap!"
The crisp sound of the slap broke Buzzwole's Focus Sash, forcing its body, which had just been about to move, to a dead stop.
Immediately, the Masked Man raised his hand and pointed.
"Now, use Snarl!!"
Knowing that his opponent's strength was likely no less than his own, the Masked Man was now completely serious, unlike the last round where he let Ash attack first.
"Grrraaar!!"
Upon hearing the command, Incineroar sank into a horse stance, bared its fangs, and let out a terrifying roar that exploded like a clap of thunder, transforming into dark-colored sound wave energy that surged outwards.
"Nasshu?"
However, amidst the fearsome roar, Buzzwole merely shook its head. Aside from feeling a little uncomfortable, the attack didn't seem to have much effect.
"A Fighting Type, is it..."
The Masked Man's gaze sharpened as he began to analyze the situation in his mind.
Whether you're an Ultra Beast or something else, the fundamental rules of type effectiveness must still be obeyed, just as those with psychic powers are a natural counter to physically powerful humans.
Its resistance to the Dark Type, combined with its robust physique, made it easy to deduce Buzzwole's primary type.
Fighting Type!
"If it has a second type..."
Although its entire body was as red as magma, unlike Incineroar, it radiated no high-temperature heat. That redness seemed more like the color of its blood showing through its shell. And with its insect-like limbs and claws...
"Is it a combination of Fighting Type and Bug Type?"
Despite having no information on Buzzwole whatsoever, the Masked Man had analyzed his opponent's type combination in an extremely short amount of time. This was a crucial piece of information for the upcoming battle.
Coincidentally, the opponent's Fighting Type had an advantage over Incineroar's Dark Type, but Incineroar's Fire Type had an advantage over the opponent's Bug Type. The two combatants were a paradoxical matchup.
With this in mind, the Masked Man gestured grandly.
"In that case, use Flamethrower!"
Incineroar took a deep breath and spewed a torrent of scorching flames from its mouth. The blaze surged violently, rushing toward its target.
"Buzzwole, block it with Darkest Lariat."
Red's calm voice brought a measure of tranquility to Buzzwole's agitated state. It raised its two muscular fists, its four spined legs shifted, and its body began to rotate at high speed. A cloak of red and black energy erupted around it, as if it had ignited with red and black flames.
"Pffft..."
The surging flame was completely blocked, exploding outwards and dissipating into faint embers without causing any damage.
"That move..."
The Masked Man's brow furrowed.
He looked at the familiar Darkest Lariat. It was Incineroar's best move; the Masked Man had even previously thought it was Incineroar's signature move. He never expected to see an opponent use it so easily.
"Nasshu!"
Buzzwole stopped spinning, revealing its body once more. It even shot a taunt at its opponent, striking a pose to show off its muscles.
"Incineroar, calm down! Ignore its posturing!"
The Masked Man quickly commanded. They had been partners for many years, so Incineroar immediately took a deep breath, composed itself, and completely ignored the provocative gesture from across the arena.
"Go straight for Fire Punch!"
"Boom!"
As he spoke, a burst of flame erupted around Incineroar's left paw, which hung at its side, transforming it into a fiery fist.
Don't be fooled by it always using Throat Chop before; that didn't mean it couldn't use Fire Punch. It was just that Throat Chop felt more natural. But now that its Dark-type moves were ineffective, switching back to the super-effective Fire Punch was the logical choice.
"Grrraaa!!"
Incineroar let out a roar and began running across the arena. Its speed wasn't high, but its power was considerable. In no time, it dashed in front of its target, swinging its fist, which burned with scorching flames, heavily toward its opponent's head.
"Block it."
Red's voice made Buzzwole's powerful body flinch. A glint of insight appeared in its insectoid eyes. It extended a muscular arm, brushing past the incoming Fire Punch at incredible speed, before changing direction at the last moment to grab Incineroar's wrist, just behind the fist.
This was the critical point for leveraging power into the punch. The grip caused Incineroar's Fire Punch to freeze just inches from Buzzwole's body, unable to advance or retreat.
But Red's command wasn't over.
"Then, use Power-Up Punch!"
"Nasshu!"
Buzzwole understood. Its left hand held its opponent's wrist, the focal point of its power, while its retracted right hand was already clenched into a fist. A faint yellow energy cloak flared up around it, radiating considerable strength, before it slammed the punch forward.
"Block it!!"
At the critical moment, the Masked Man suddenly roared.
The composed Incineroar's eyes glinted sharply. Its other, still-free paw shot out. Seizing the opportunity, it copied the move, grabbing Buzzwole's wrist at its point of leverage.
For a moment, the muscular tiger and the muscular mosquito were locked in a stalemate in the center of the arena, both channeling their full physical strength in an attempt to overpower the other.
"Grrr..."
"Nassh..."
They were face to face, expressions contorted. Their arms strained to the limit, their muscles swelling immensely and even beginning to tremble.
"Shhh-"
The clash of pure physical strength transformed into a shockwave of energy that spread outwards, creating a rather oppressive feeling.
An even match.
The two muscular Pokémon remained locked in a stalemate for a full two minutes, with neither able to pin the other.
Seeing this, Red was the first to give up on the contest of strength, as if he already had a plan.
"Don't rush. Use Vital Throw first."
"Nasshu!"
Failing to defeat its opponent in a contest of muscle left Buzzwole feeling somewhat indignant, but it still secretly changed the direction of its force, using its opponent's strength to launch an attack.
"Grraoh?"
The shift in the stalemate's balance of power caused Incineroar to lurch forward and stumble. Buzzwole instantly found its opening, relaxing and then tightening its grip to exert force once more, violently slamming Incineroar's entire body onto the ground, leaving it completely dazed.
"Incineroar, then we'll use Low Kick!"
But Incineroar was also highly skilled in fighting techniques. It immediately adjusted its fallen position, sweeping out with its hind leg and kicking Buzzwole in the knee. The latter let out a grunt and, surprisingly, also fell to the ground.
"Nasshu!"
"Aargh!"
But soon after, both Buzzwole and Incineroar performed a Magikarp-like kip-up simultaneously, getting back to their feet. They stood facing each other from a distance, their faces serious, eyes locked on their opponent.
"Evenly matched again?"
The Masked Man raised an eyebrow, surprised that his opponent was not much inferior in terms of fighting skill.
Realizing that minor techniques were unlikely to yield results, the Masked Man no longer hesitated. He took a wide step forward and roared:
"Incineroar, use Flare Blitz!!"
"Grrraaar!!"
Incineroar understood. It threw its arms back and let out a furious roar where it stood. Its humanoid tiger body was instantly engulfed in blazing red flames, transforming into a massive fireball. It kicked off with its hind legs and charged forward.
The flame burned fiercely, and as it ran, the crimson color of the fire shifted, turning into an annihilating blue flame. Its energy aura immediately became terrifying, leaving a scorched black trail with a foul burning smell on the ground in its wake.
Flare Blitz was a Fire-type ultimate move. Naturally, Red wouldn't just stand by and watch. He immediately issued a command.
"Buzzwole, block it with Superpower!"
"Nasshu!!"
Buzzwole immediately stood its ground, lowering its center of gravity and roaring as it exerted its strength. Its muscles visibly swelled, and the redness of its body deepened, as if its blood was circulating at high speed.
White steam even began to rise from its exoskeleton.
Beneath the white steam, its deep red form and grotesque anatomical structure made Buzzwole look as terrifying as a demon god.
(end of chapter)
