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Chapter 438
Chapter 433: Referee, I Forfeit
If this Incineroar's ability had been the standard Blaze for starter Pokémon, it might have actually presented an opportunity. The power of its Fire-type moves would skyrocket at low health.
But this Incineroar's ability was Intimidate, which meant the current situation was extremely unfavorable for the Masked Man.
"I have to fight with my back against the wall."
But an unprecedented fighting spirit ignited in the eyes of both the Masked Man and Incineroar. This was the first time they had been forced into such a desperate situation in this tournament, and the surging battle intent in their hearts soared.
The Metapod didn't count. After all, that opponent's strength was a bit ridiculous, and they had already selectively ignored it.
The Masked Man threw a punch and shouted, "Incineroar, we haven't lost yet! Use Fire Punch!"
"HROOOAR!!"
Incineroar roared furiously. This time, it put power into its paws as both fists simultaneously ignited with scorching flames. Dragging its critically injured body, it broke into a sprint and charged toward its target.
On the other side, while Red was impressed, he wouldn't go easy in the slightest. He raised his hand and pointed.
"Buzzwole, use Power-Up Punch."
Orange-yellow energy coalesced around Buzzwole's two fists as it charged forward, showing no weakness.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Instantly, the two muscular Pokémon on the battlefield clashed once again. Fire Punch and Power-Up Punch collided repeatedly. With both fists flying, they exchanged more than ten blows in a matter of seconds. Flames and orange energy splattered everywhere as a series of explosive sounds echoed across the arena.
The scene was incredibly raw and direct. The close-quarters combat sent a surge of excitement through the countless spectators, and their cheers reached a crescendo.
"Strange..."
At that moment, the Masked Man suddenly let out a gasp of surprise. His eyesight was excellent, and he had just noticed that what was originally an evenly matched exchange of fists had now shifted, with his Incineroar at a disadvantage.
Even though Incineroar was on the verge of collapse, as a royal gladiator, the power it could unleash when near fainting should only be stronger. How could it weaken?
"No, Incineroar hasn't weakened. It's Buzzwole that's gotten stronger!"
The Masked Man's eyes narrowed. Only then did he realize that Buzzwole's muscles seemed to have been growing larger over time, and its power was continuously increasing.
Although the increase was small, its advantage lay in its steady growth. He was a veteran fighter; upon close inspection, he could see the change.
"Power-Up Punch?"
No, it was just an exchange of punches. That couldn't trigger the effect of Power-Up Punch. Recalling carefully, he realized this strange feeling seemed to have been present from the very beginning. It was just that the opponent's bizarre appearance and intimidating aura when it first appeared had distracted him from noticing.
"Heh... you've finally noticed?"
Seeing the confused expression on the other side, Red just gave a faint smile.
But it was too late.
The match was already decided.
"Clang!"
After several more exchanges, the two beasts finally broke apart, the energy covering their fists dissipating.
Then, they both opened their palms and slapped them against their opponent's, putting force into their bodies and entering a state of a push-and-pull grapple once more.
"Nasshu!"
Only this time, Buzzwole's muscles were clearly larger, and its strength was much greater than its opponent's. In just a moment, it forcefully bent Incineroar's wrist back at an unnatural angle. This made Incineroar's center of gravity momentarily unstable, causing its knees to buckle and a sharp pain to shoot through its arm.
Red seized the opportunity. "Now! Use Leech Life!"
As his words fell, Buzzwole twisted its head, and the long, sharp, white proboscis on its face plunged straight into the tissue of Incineroar's arm. The pain made the latter's body tremble violently.
This proboscis wasn't for show. Even if it was a muscular mosquito, it was still a mosquito.
And if it's a mosquito, it sucks blood.
"Nasshu!"
Then, the sharp proboscis embedded in the flesh began to squirm. Incineroar's arm started to visibly wither, as if it were being drained dry. The scene was utterly horrifying.
Meanwhile, a green, healing light enveloped Buzzwole's body, restoring its health to a near-full state.
The excruciating pain caused Incineroar to erupt with its final burst of power. Its other, still-powerful paw violently shoved Buzzwole away, and it staggered back to create distance.
"Hrooo..."
But its withered arm hung from its shoulder, a sight both tragic and horrifying. Its body was trembling violently; clearly, a battle like this had instilled a momentary fear in it.
This was an Ultra Beast. A battle against it was different from one with a regular Pokémon—it was like something out of a horror movie.
Red, however, paid no attention to any other factors, completely focused on the match. Finding his chance, he decisively shouted:
"It's over! Buzzwole, use Dynamic Punch!"
"Nasshu!"
Buzzwole understood. Its body had already shot in front of its target. While Incineroar was still reeling in terror, it threw a mighty punch, slamming it squarely into the latter's abdomen.
"BOOM!!"
In an instant, an explosion like a clap of thunder erupted. Incineroar's body was sent flying several meters, a wretched sight like a backward-fired cannonball. The moment it landed, it was already down for the count.
Even the Referee was shocked by the sight of the arm being drained dry. Only after confirming that this muscular mosquito wouldn't suddenly go on a rampage and drain his own flesh and blood did he slowly raise his arm.
"Incineroar is unable to battle! Uh... Buzzwole is the winner!"
The Referee searched his memory for a moment before finally recalling Buzzwole's name and announcing the verdict.
Immediately, the arena was in an uproar. It was clear that everyone had been stunned by the raw, horrifying battle.
Meanwhile, the Masked Man anxiously rushed forward to check on Incineroar's injuries, especially its withered arm. It looked as if its powerful arm had been completely crippled, which would be a permanent injury—something he could not accept.
"Don't worry. Just let it eat a lot after the battle, and it'll return to normal."
Red's voice helped the Masked Man calm down. After confirming that his old partner was just normally unable to battle, he finally put his worries to rest.
Despite the horrifying visuals of the battle, it was, in essence, a normal fight, harmless in the long run.
Once, this Buzzwole had sucked a passing 500-kilogram Snorlax completely flat, like a piece of paper. But after the Snorlax gorged on a year's worth of food, it instantly returned to its original state, and even gained 10 kilograms.
"You've worked hard."
The Masked Man slowly stood up, recalled Incineroar into its Poké Ball, and walked back to the trainer's box.
"Nasshu!!"
Watching Buzzwole in the arena, still energetically flexing its muscles, the expression under the Masked Man's mask was somewhat dejected.
The two Pokémon were clearly on the same level in terms of power, yet he had been defeated while his opponent was left at nearly full health. Although his lack of information about Buzzwole's fighting style was a factor, there was another point that was undeniable.
The gap in skill between the two trainers was immense.
This person named Red's strategic command was on a completely different level from his own. The entire match had proceeded according to his script.
"Can you tell me why?" the Masked Man suddenly asked.
Although it was an abrupt question, Red knew what he wanted to ask. He didn't hide anything and answered directly, "Beast Boost. That's Buzzwole's ability."
Almost all Ultra Beasts have the ability Beast Boost, which means that after defeating an opponent, their highest stat gets a significant increase.
But that was just its effect in the video game world. When Red brought Buzzwole out into this world, he discovered that this ability had a new variation.
Beast Boost—as time passes, its stats also slowly increase.
So, no matter how flashy the entire battle seemed, Red's strategy had only one objective from start to finish.
Stall!
The longer the battle dragged on, the more advantageous it was for Buzzwole.
"Is that so... It seems I lost from the very beginning."
Hearing this, the Masked Man sighed and gave a bitter smile.
Then, his hand closed around a Poké Ball on his belt, as if he had already made a decision.
This was only his first Pokémon. He still had five more. He still had a chance to defeat his opponent. The Masked Man's fighting spirit was not yet extinguished!
Since it's an Ultra Beast, then I'll use its natural enemy, an Island Guardian, for the next battle!
But just as the Masked Man was about to send out his second Pokémon, Red on the opposite side suddenly recalled his Buzzwole, which was at nearly full health. Then, he turned to the Referee in the middle, raised his hand, and said in a calm tone:
"Referee, I forfeit."
(end of chapter)
If this Incineroar's ability had been the standard Blaze for starter Pokémon, it might have actually presented an opportunity. The power of its Fire-type moves would skyrocket at low health.
But this Incineroar's ability was Intimidate, which meant the current situation was extremely unfavorable for the Masked Man.
"I have to fight with my back against the wall."
But an unprecedented fighting spirit ignited in the eyes of both the Masked Man and Incineroar. This was the first time they had been forced into such a desperate situation in this tournament, and the surging battle intent in their hearts soared.
The Metapod didn't count. After all, that opponent's strength was a bit ridiculous, and they had already selectively ignored it.
The Masked Man threw a punch and shouted, "Incineroar, we haven't lost yet! Use Fire Punch!"
"HROOOAR!!"
Incineroar roared furiously. This time, it put power into its paws as both fists simultaneously ignited with scorching flames. Dragging its critically injured body, it broke into a sprint and charged toward its target.
On the other side, while Red was impressed, he wouldn't go easy in the slightest. He raised his hand and pointed.
"Buzzwole, use Power-Up Punch."
Orange-yellow energy coalesced around Buzzwole's two fists as it charged forward, showing no weakness.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Instantly, the two muscular Pokémon on the battlefield clashed once again. Fire Punch and Power-Up Punch collided repeatedly. With both fists flying, they exchanged more than ten blows in a matter of seconds. Flames and orange energy splattered everywhere as a series of explosive sounds echoed across the arena.
The scene was incredibly raw and direct. The close-quarters combat sent a surge of excitement through the countless spectators, and their cheers reached a crescendo.
"Strange..."
At that moment, the Masked Man suddenly let out a gasp of surprise. His eyesight was excellent, and he had just noticed that what was originally an evenly matched exchange of fists had now shifted, with his Incineroar at a disadvantage.
Even though Incineroar was on the verge of collapse, as a royal gladiator, the power it could unleash when near fainting should only be stronger. How could it weaken?
"No, Incineroar hasn't weakened. It's Buzzwole that's gotten stronger!"
The Masked Man's eyes narrowed. Only then did he realize that Buzzwole's muscles seemed to have been growing larger over time, and its power was continuously increasing.
Although the increase was small, its advantage lay in its steady growth. He was a veteran fighter; upon close inspection, he could see the change.
"Power-Up Punch?"
No, it was just an exchange of punches. That couldn't trigger the effect of Power-Up Punch. Recalling carefully, he realized this strange feeling seemed to have been present from the very beginning. It was just that the opponent's bizarre appearance and intimidating aura when it first appeared had distracted him from noticing.
"Heh... you've finally noticed?"
Seeing the confused expression on the other side, Red just gave a faint smile.
But it was too late.
The match was already decided.
"Clang!"
After several more exchanges, the two beasts finally broke apart, the energy covering their fists dissipating.
Then, they both opened their palms and slapped them against their opponent's, putting force into their bodies and entering a state of a push-and-pull grapple once more.
"Nasshu!"
Only this time, Buzzwole's muscles were clearly larger, and its strength was much greater than its opponent's. In just a moment, it forcefully bent Incineroar's wrist back at an unnatural angle. This made Incineroar's center of gravity momentarily unstable, causing its knees to buckle and a sharp pain to shoot through its arm.
Red seized the opportunity. "Now! Use Leech Life!"
As his words fell, Buzzwole twisted its head, and the long, sharp, white proboscis on its face plunged straight into the tissue of Incineroar's arm. The pain made the latter's body tremble violently.
This proboscis wasn't for show. Even if it was a muscular mosquito, it was still a mosquito.
And if it's a mosquito, it sucks blood.
"Nasshu!"
Then, the sharp proboscis embedded in the flesh began to squirm. Incineroar's arm started to visibly wither, as if it were being drained dry. The scene was utterly horrifying.
Meanwhile, a green, healing light enveloped Buzzwole's body, restoring its health to a near-full state.
The excruciating pain caused Incineroar to erupt with its final burst of power. Its other, still-powerful paw violently shoved Buzzwole away, and it staggered back to create distance.
"Hrooo..."
But its withered arm hung from its shoulder, a sight both tragic and horrifying. Its body was trembling violently; clearly, a battle like this had instilled a momentary fear in it.
This was an Ultra Beast. A battle against it was different from one with a regular Pokémon—it was like something out of a horror movie.
Red, however, paid no attention to any other factors, completely focused on the match. Finding his chance, he decisively shouted:
"It's over! Buzzwole, use Dynamic Punch!"
"Nasshu!"
Buzzwole understood. Its body had already shot in front of its target. While Incineroar was still reeling in terror, it threw a mighty punch, slamming it squarely into the latter's abdomen.
"BOOM!!"
In an instant, an explosion like a clap of thunder erupted. Incineroar's body was sent flying several meters, a wretched sight like a backward-fired cannonball. The moment it landed, it was already down for the count.
Even the Referee was shocked by the sight of the arm being drained dry. Only after confirming that this muscular mosquito wouldn't suddenly go on a rampage and drain his own flesh and blood did he slowly raise his arm.
"Incineroar is unable to battle! Uh... Buzzwole is the winner!"
The Referee searched his memory for a moment before finally recalling Buzzwole's name and announcing the verdict.
Immediately, the arena was in an uproar. It was clear that everyone had been stunned by the raw, horrifying battle.
Meanwhile, the Masked Man anxiously rushed forward to check on Incineroar's injuries, especially its withered arm. It looked as if its powerful arm had been completely crippled, which would be a permanent injury—something he could not accept.
"Don't worry. Just let it eat a lot after the battle, and it'll return to normal."
Red's voice helped the Masked Man calm down. After confirming that his old partner was just normally unable to battle, he finally put his worries to rest.
Despite the horrifying visuals of the battle, it was, in essence, a normal fight, harmless in the long run.
Once, this Buzzwole had sucked a passing 500-kilogram Snorlax completely flat, like a piece of paper. But after the Snorlax gorged on a year's worth of food, it instantly returned to its original state, and even gained 10 kilograms.
"You've worked hard."
The Masked Man slowly stood up, recalled Incineroar into its Poké Ball, and walked back to the trainer's box.
"Nasshu!!"
Watching Buzzwole in the arena, still energetically flexing its muscles, the expression under the Masked Man's mask was somewhat dejected.
The two Pokémon were clearly on the same level in terms of power, yet he had been defeated while his opponent was left at nearly full health. Although his lack of information about Buzzwole's fighting style was a factor, there was another point that was undeniable.
The gap in skill between the two trainers was immense.
This person named Red's strategic command was on a completely different level from his own. The entire match had proceeded according to his script.
"Can you tell me why?" the Masked Man suddenly asked.
Although it was an abrupt question, Red knew what he wanted to ask. He didn't hide anything and answered directly, "Beast Boost. That's Buzzwole's ability."
Almost all Ultra Beasts have the ability Beast Boost, which means that after defeating an opponent, their highest stat gets a significant increase.
But that was just its effect in the video game world. When Red brought Buzzwole out into this world, he discovered that this ability had a new variation.
Beast Boost—as time passes, its stats also slowly increase.
So, no matter how flashy the entire battle seemed, Red's strategy had only one objective from start to finish.
Stall!
The longer the battle dragged on, the more advantageous it was for Buzzwole.
"Is that so... It seems I lost from the very beginning."
Hearing this, the Masked Man sighed and gave a bitter smile.
Then, his hand closed around a Poké Ball on his belt, as if he had already made a decision.
This was only his first Pokémon. He still had five more. He still had a chance to defeat his opponent. The Masked Man's fighting spirit was not yet extinguished!
Since it's an Ultra Beast, then I'll use its natural enemy, an Island Guardian, for the next battle!
But just as the Masked Man was about to send out his second Pokémon, Red on the opposite side suddenly recalled his Buzzwole, which was at nearly full health. Then, he turned to the Referee in the middle, raised his hand, and said in a calm tone:
"Referee, I forfeit."
(end of chapter)
