Chapter 174 Maliciousness At Home, Oppressive Feeling Of Evil
Chapter 174 Maliciousness At Home, Oppressive Feeling Of Evil
at the same time.
In the player lounge on the other side, the blond noble girl lowered her eyes and listened casually to the speech of the "Champion of France"
If it were other people, out of awe and admiration for the champion, they would definitely listen with gusto.
But to her, the man on TV was nothing more than a man who groveled to his mother.
boring.
The content of the speeches were all words of encouragement to the common people, but when cutting the leeks, they were still not relentless.
She didn't turn her eyes to the screen until the results of the Contest Category appeared.
The handsome facial features of the black-haired boy came into view.
...and met in the first round?"
Zenia murmured.
On the day of the preliminaries, Roy's Electabuzz, which defies common sense, left a deep impression on her.
The outside world has always compared her to Roy, and hopes that she can defeat each other, showing the advanced and powerful of their contemporary European Trainers.
To be honest, she doesn't care about the expectations imposed on her by others, even a little repulsive.
18...
This is the first time that a peer of the same age has been compared with her by the outside world.
In the whole of Europe, those so-called geniuses who were flattered by people were only born a few years earlier in Nia's opinion.
‘Heh, I hope you have the strength to be worthy of spreading rumors. "
The girl thought proudly.
If Roy really has the same strength as her, then she doesn't mind giving her face and making friends with him...
Roy and Zenia, two highly anticipated talents, were officially placed in today's final round and played as the main axis.
—The old method of the organizer.
Roy has nothing to do, so he can only watch other people's games.
Don't say it.
Only in the top 32 and 020, two professional trainers met.
Roy thought it would be a close battle, but unexpectedly, this game showed a one-sided crushing of 1 braid and 3.
"This Amora is so strong..."
Roy looked at the winner on the big screen, and instantly listed this person as the favorite to win the championship.
Amora, a professional-level trainer from India, created several master cheats at a young age, opened a large dojo, and was called a "yoga master" locally.
His strongest Pokémon is a Medicham with the 'Yoga Power' Ability.
Medicham's innate yoga power is a special power zone that combines Fighting energy crystals and Psychic energy.
The definition of "Yoga Power" Ability on Pokémon Pokédex is the ability to cause double physical damage.
The principle is actually that when there is physical contact, the power of yoga will invade the enemy's body, causing extremely fatal hidden injuries...
Similar to Lucario's 'Force Palm' technique, but much, much stronger.
Amora's Medicham obviously developed Ability in depth, and each of its attacks can often cause a four- or five-fold increase.
"What the hell is Breeder's..."
Roy was curious.
In the next game, Roy only paid attention to two people.
One is the fellow villager Ma Zhang who harbored ill intentions towards him.
Unfortunately, Ma Zhang's Rival was too weak to force out his true strength. However, the Attribute he played in Pokémon is the same as the intelligence, Bisharp of evil + steel.
Another person Roy paid attention to was Takeshi Aihara, the adopted son of the Japanese Fighting Elite.
The reason to pay attention to Takeshi Aihara is simple, if Roy beats Zenia and gets close to the next (bbdd) round, then Rival is him.
Unfortunately, Takeshi Aihara's Rival was too weak and was directly pushed by his Hera Cross.
It is worth mentioning that after the competition, the organizer asked Aihara Takeshi a question.
"Aihara, who do you think your next Rival will be?"
Takeshi Aihara was taken aback, this was the result of making him predict that the end would be cheaper.
He pondered for a while, and chose the answer with the most barrage: "Both players are geniuses, and it should be a close contest. I don't know who can win... But, no matter which one plays , it is impossible to defeat me."
"I am the strongest!"
"The champion of this competition is already in my pocket."
Translation: I am not targeting anyone, but that everyone here is rubbish.
After listening, the European audience at the scene began to curse.
Facing the scolding, Takeshi Aihara smiled coldly. He has traveled around the world this year, and he has long been used to playing away games.
The more the audience scolded, hey, the more excited he was.
"Ding!"
The bell in the player room rang.
Here's the beep...
Roy stretched and put on a black baseball cap and Black mitts.
"momo!"
Little Nebula jumped on Roy's shoulders and cheered him on.
Not to mention, its two cotton-like hands really look like the flower balls in the hands of the cheerleaders.
During domestic competitions, there are people who take care of Xiao Xingyun for Roy, but here, Xiao Xingyun can only play with him.
Roy tugged at the edge of the glove, opened and closed his five fingers, checked the feel, and smiled.
"——— Contest Condition is excellent."
"Welcome everyone to the last game of the top thirty-two battle!"
The impassioned voice of the narrator reverberated in the tens of thousands of fields.
"Walking through the west gate is the pride of our France, the high mountain flower of the Reginald family! Today's competition, the champion Lucas also came to the scene, presumably he will also bring blessings to his daughter!"
The photographer deliberately gave a close-up shot of Lucas in the VIP seat, and the evil champion smiled and applauded.
The cheers of more than 70,000 spectators were endless like waves, full of enthusiasm and love for the Fleur de France.
However, when Roy appeared on the stage, there was a huge contrast to this cheering sound.
"!!"
More than 70,000 people booed together, and those who haven't experienced it personally can't imagine what it feels like.
Roy felt at this moment, as if he was swallowed by a huge wave, and this wave was full of contempt, disgust, jealousy...
Malice growled.
Little Nebula shrank behind Roy's head, shivering in embarrassment.
"The person coming from the east gate is the strongest genius from the Dragon Kingdom, I hope he can live up to everyone's expectations today.
The narrator briefly introduced a few sentences, and did not forget the yin and yang.
Popularity?
What is Zhongwang?
It is the hope of the European audience that Roy will be eliminated quickly.
Roy had no expression on his face, and gently lowered the brim of his hat, holding a Poké Ball in his palm.
On the other side of the contestant's bench, Zenia frowned slightly. She was impatient with the loud insults around her.
If it affects the mentality of the other party, she will feel that winning is boring.
"The rules are 3v3 competitive battles. Players from both sides are invited to choose to play Pokémon."
As the referee's voice fell, Roy threw the Poké Ball in his hand without hesitation.
His chosen battle Pokémon is...
———Lucario.
Zenia's Pokémon is a type that Roy is very familiar with.
——— Weavile.
Unlike the cat workers in the Changbai Mountain Safety Zone, the Weavile in front of him was well groomed by the Breeder. The moment it appeared on the stage, it exuded a treacherous and terrifying malice.
Ability, sense of oppression.
This ability, dubbed "trash" in the game, in reality, is a kind of coercion that can intensify the consumption of Rival's physical strength.
And this Weavile uses superb evil energy to amplify its own Ability, which not only intensifies Lucario's physical consumption, but also gives it the illusion that he will be 'attacked' all the time, which makes Lucario's fighting intuition a little bit failure...
This illusion seems to be ordinary.
In fact, it is extremely deadly.
But if during the battle, you suddenly feel a strong sense of crisis that you will be attacked from behind, do you believe it or not?
Letter, what if it is fake?
Don't believe me, what if it's true?
True and false, false and true, soldiers never tire of deceit, this is the sense of oppression of evil.
Reasonable allocation of potential ability value, move combination, Christoph's cheats, in-depth development of Ability. …
Roy had to admit that the Trainers he encountered became more and more unique and stronger.
The moment the game started, Zenia said coldly:
"Dark Pulse."
A terrifying aura full of malice suddenly emerged from Weavile's body.
At the same time as releasing Dark Pulse, Makuala's eyes were slackened for an instant, and he completed the release of 'Nasty Plot' in just an instant, with an astonishingly high proficiency in moves.
Nasty Plot——Activate the brain with evil energy, greatly increase mental strength, and thus strengthen the power of energy-type moves.
Dark Pulse, enhanced by Nasty Plot, swept towards Lucario like a sea wave.
"Aura Sphere."
Between Lucario's hands, a huge Aura Sphere condensed in an instant.
This overly powerful waveguide power caused some Trainers present to look sideways at it.
Aura Sphere, which has some fighting energy properties, has a restraining effect on evil energy, not to mention, Lucario also has a powerful waveguide that is superior to the same kind.
In an instant, the Aura Sphere came first, crushing the Dark Pulse strengthened by the 'Nasty Plot' in a crushing manner.
boom!
After defeating Dark Pulse, Aura Sphere unabated and headed towards Weavile Sucker Punch.
Weavile stood there dumbfounded, seemingly dumbfounded.
But in the next moment, Aura Sphere pierced Weavile's figure like a mew bubble.
【It's Double Team.………】
The oppressive sense of evil pervading the audience hindered Lucario's waveguide perception, making it unable to detect the opponent's movements.
And at the moment when the phantom was exposed, Ma Kuangla suddenly rushed out from the blind spot of vision.
On the sharp claws in his hand, there is an extremely sharp energy of evil.
——Movement, Night Slash.
After hitting the key point, it is the combo of 'Assurance' and 'Beat Up'...
In the hearts of Zenia and Weavile, the next plan has already emerged.
On this battlefield filled with malice, Roy raised his head slightly, his gaze under the brim of his hat was like a torch, and he said in a low voice:
"Is it only to this extent?".
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