MM Racing Chapter 279 For a Glorious Decline
Chapter 279 For a Glorious Decline
Chapter 281 For a Glorious Decline
"Champion Bamboo Orchid, that one-against-six match was absolutely amazing! Although I often see your matches on TV, watching it live up to the action is still the most breathtaking experience."
Just as she escaped the clutches of her research assistant Neil, Zhu Lan was immediately cornered at the door by the enthusiastic daughter of the curator.
"Especially Roseredo's last move, I think it was called 'Falling Petals,' a Grass-type skill? It was so dazzling! Even the grandest tournaments in the city didn't have such a spectacular effect! Speaking of which..."
"You also have a Milotic among your Pokémon specializing in moves, right? Since your Pokémon are so adept at flashy moves, why have you never participated in a Pokémon Contest as a Coordinator?"
"Well, I have actually attended as a guest a few times, but I'm not really comfortable with that kind of competition style."
Cynthia used a Poké Ball to recall Roserade, then looked at the jubilant woman in front of her with a slight headache.
The search for the mansion in the forest this morning took longer than expected, and now, after this tutorial battle, it's already afternoon. She's a little worried about whether she can finish investigating the Forest Mansion today.
"How is that possible? With the strength of the Bamboo Orchid Champion, surely she can pass the Grand Contest selection?"
Miss Venetian stared wide-eyed with curiosity, seemingly completely unaware that she was standing between the Sinnoh champion and the mansion's gate.
Looking at Officer Jenny, who was shrugging helplessly behind Winnie the Pokémon, Cynthia sighed and patiently answered the question, "The Contest is indeed a novel and interesting competition mode. The fact that it has developed to the point where it can almost rival regular Pokémon battles shows its unique charm."
Looking up at the window of the Forest Mansion, the Sinnoh Champion noticed that Medan and Sina, who had been watching the match, were no longer there. He continued, "If I prepare properly, I should be able to pass the selection process for the Grand Contests. Whether it's a solo performance or the later Grand Battles, it's not a problem for me. The reason I don't do that is partly because, given my current status and strength, competing against ordinary Coordinators would be too unfair. And if I were to fight against top Coordinators, even if I could quickly defeat them within the rules using my Pokémon's battle prowess, I wouldn't be able to maintain the aesthetics of my moves in the rush, and the final match presented to the audience wouldn't be very entertaining."
"Then why is it necessary to defeat the opponent quickly?"
Vinnie seemed to know something about the Grand Contest, tilting her head as she asked.
"In a normal, spectacular battle, shouldn't both sides tacitly leave enough opportunities for their Pokémon to showcase their most dazzling side?"
"That's right, that's the second reason why I don't like participating in the Grand Contest."
Zhu Lan casually stepped forward and patted the little girl's shoulder affectionately, catching Miss Winnie Xia off guard.
"Just like that previous coaching battle, if the Unova region's Champion Alder were coaching you, he would probably deliberately have the Pokémon lower the power of their attacks by a level, so that the students could withstand a few more hits during the battle."
Gaining more insights from battles—something I simply cannot do. Once I see the weaknesses in my opponent's defense, I cannot ignore them; once I sense the flaws in their fighting rhythm, I cannot remain indifferent.
"Can't you—go easy on them?"
"No, no, I can still restrain my power to avoid accidental injury. It's just that, how should I put it? I can't ignore those opportunities to attack that are right in front of me."
The Sinnoh champion chuckled self-deprecatingly, but to Venusia, it sounded like the mockery of someone with absolute confidence.
In that instant, due to the actions of the champion Bamboo Orchid, Winnie unintentionally cleared the path leading to the gate of the Forest Mansion.
Meanwhile, the champion, unwilling to miss the opportunity, stepped forward without hesitation, brushing past the owner's daughter, and turned to smile before the gate.
"So, for this reason, call me cold-blooded, a warmonger, or a violent maniac, I personally don't really like the battle system of the Grand Contest. Perhaps elegance and glamour don't suit me. Neither I, nor Roserade, nor Milotic, could possibly let the opportunity to defeat the enemy in one blow be missed just for the sake of the aesthetics of a move or for any other reason."
She suddenly recalled an experience from a past Grand Festival. At that time, through the introduction of Melissa, the Gym Leader of Homestead City, she had a Grand Battle exhibition match against a Coordinator from the Hoenn region. The battle was quite intense, and in the end, she defeated the Trainer's Water-type Pokémon using Roserade, sacrificing a large number of Grand Battle Points.
Cynthia still remembers the first thing that trainer said to her after the battle—
"If the colors of the petals released by Roserade's final move were distributed in a ratio of white, red, and blue of 7:2:1, the visual effect would be perfect."
Sigh, I really don't know what to say.
Everyone has their own beliefs and principles, and I am ultimately different from that kind of trainer. Compared to dazzling displays of skill, I prefer a simple and efficient way of battling. But perhaps for that person, power without brilliance is meaningless; so-called strength is merely a byproduct of pursuing beauty. Whether one is good or bad is something no one can decide, nor does it require the judgment of others.
Oh right, I think the other person's name is Michael, right? Apparently, he's a gym leader from a big city. Gathering her thoughts, Cynthia Champion waved her hand again: "Let's go, Officer Jenny. Now's not the time to slack off. Let's investigate what's going on in the mansion. I'm still waiting to uncover the relics of mythology."
"Don't rush me, I'm coming, I'm coming."
Officer Jenny put away her phone, which she seemed to be searching for something, and followed Venus past her, chasing after Orchid into the mansion, teasing her as they went—
"What warmonger, violent maniac? Nobody in the world would say that about you. Even Victor Hugo wouldn't dare to make such a joke."
Suddenly, Miss Officer Jenny seemed to remember something, paused, and then contradicted herself, saying, "However, if it were your younger brother, he might roll his eyes behind your back and say, 'The word "champion" carries more weight than all the words used to describe violence combined.'"
Perhaps to his detective brother, even this coveted "champion" title is nothing more than a feather in his eyes, utterly useless.
Thinking this to herself for no apparent reason, Zhu Lan ignored the policewoman's teasing and quickened her pace to enter the Forest Mansion.
The two headed directly to the basement location that Miss Zina had indicated earlier. The entrance to the basement of the Forest Mansion was located to the side and rear of the main building's staircase, completely invisible from the main door, a very clever design.
Whether it was Orchid, who was interested in mythological relics, or Officer Jenny, who was investigating the history of the mansion, both planned to go to the basement first. They wanted to see what exactly this research, which Professor Medan had kept secret for decades, was all about.
What exactly is it that would warrant a decade of sponsorship from the head of Hayden Corporation? Why was this research kept secret and entrusted to his old classmate, Professor Mei Dan, to conduct alone? And why was Mei Dan so confident that outsiders could not possibly discern the specifics of the research from the equipment and facilities alone?
At the same time, under the bright afternoon sun, a huge gray-brown silhouette appeared.
It was a gigantic bird that appeared to be assembled from metal, its sharp wings flapping and reflecting a blinding light. And beneath the two sharp claws of this metal bird, a magnificent and gleaming luxury car was clutched.
The third wave of guests at the Forest Mansion is about to arrive.