An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

Chapter 98 Speaker Scratcher

Thomson swung his arm and threw out two Poké Balls.

Amidst flashes of light, a lithe and agile leopard and a giant cricket carrying two powerful speakers on its chest made a grand entrance.

The Cool Leopard displayed breathtaking speed from the moment it appeared, weaving through narrow alleyways like a ghost, its afterimages blurring.

It moves swiftly around the iron ant and the crocodile, making it difficult for the opponent to lock onto it, leaving them only able to swing their claws in vain.

Speaker Shuai adjusted the speaker on his chest (the built-in speaker was damaged by a can of yellow peaches and hasn't been repaired yet), and unleashed a powerful trap beat.

The deafening rhythm echoed through the alley, the sound waves impacting everyone's chest as if they were tangible.

Thomson began to sway to the beat, his eyes shifted, and he instantly entered battle rap mode, his voice booming like a bass cannon.

Yo, check it!
My cheetah is as fast as lightning.

Its claws are sharp enough to cut through steel.
The blaring rhythm of the speaker makes you dizzy.
The trash from the toxic smoke team is nothing compared to me!
We the real deal, straight from the street
The name of the Quick-Gun Team resounded throughout the city.

You scum had better face reality.
Otherwise, today will be your last day!

As Thomson passionately rapped, an invisible energy field spread across the battlefield.

With the boost of this rap energy, the Cool Leopard's movements became even faster and more swift, its figure almost transforming into a black lightning bolt.

The sound waves from the speaker became even stronger, creating a wonderful energy resonance, as if there were electric currents jumping in the air.

The members of the poison smoke team present involuntarily took a few steps back, their faces filled with shock, feeling an invisible sense of oppression rising from the bottom of their hearts.

Even Jack, with his tattooed face, showed a hint of unease, and the contempt in his eyes was replaced by a look of seriousness.

This is the third major aura after Xerneas's Fairy Aura and Yveltal's Dark Aura.

The unique rapping aura of a vocational school graduate rapper!
Effect: All rapper units on the field have their combat power doubled, while all non-rapper units have their strength halved!

Mo Zhen, who was in the shadows, saw this scene and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"Interesting. I didn't expect this old guy's 'bluff' skill to actually work. I thought it was just a bluff. It seems he's learned some real skills after all these years on the streets."

Through the Pokédex, Mo Zhen could clearly see that Jack's two Pokémon were both at higher levels than Thompson's, at levels 36 and 37 respectively, and should have had an absolute advantage in strength.

But with the support of his powerful rapping aura, Thomson was able to hold his own against two elves with just a cool leopard.

Iron Ant attempted to attack Cool Leopard with its Metal Claws. The sharp steel claws sliced ​​through the air, but Cool Leopard dodged them with lightning speed each time, leaving only a blur.

The crocodile's bite was always just a hair's breadth off; when its huge, blood-red maw closed, it only bit into air, while the leopard's sharp claws left several deep, bone-revealing wounds on its scales, with blood dripping down the wounds.

The young man's movements were as fluid as flowing water, displaying masterful skill in both offense and defense.

Meanwhile, the speaker stood firmly at the back, continuously emitting powerful sound waves.

The sound waves crashed onto the battlefield like a tsunami, not only interfering with the opponent's judgment but also subtly enhancing the Cool Leopard's combat capabilities, forming a perfect offensive and defensive system.

Jack's face grew increasingly grim, and veins bulged on his forehead.

He never expected that the seemingly hip-hop and flamboyant Thompson would be so strong, and his fighting style was surprisingly efficient.

"Damn it! Iron Ant, use Metallic Sound! Crocodile, Sandstorm Attack!"

However, these attacks seemed to lose their original power amidst Thomson's continuous rapping.

The metallic sound was drowned out by the stronger sound waves, and the sandstorm was shattered into smoke in the air.

The Cool Leopard emerged unscathed, protected by the sound wave arena.

The balance of power was tilting toward Thomson's side at a visible speed, and the other members of the Poison Smoke team began to look at each other in bewilderment.

The mysterious merchant quietly retreated deeper into the alley, his steps light, ready to make his escape at any moment...

Mo Zhen watched this scene, a slight smile playing on his lips, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

Perhaps because his own strength was too outstanding, he misjudged the opponent's fighting level.

This seemingly flamboyant subordinate is actually quite skilled; he's not just a street rapper, but also a formidable Pokémon trainer.

Jack calmly observed the battle, his eyes as sharp as a hawk's, and quickly discovered the key to Thomson's tactics.

"Hmph, I see. No matter how agile your Krillin is, it can only perform at an extraordinary level thanks to the rhythm boost from the Krillin. Krookodile, ignore that black cat that's running around everywhere, focus your fire on the Krillin in the back! Use Rock Slide!"

Upon receiving the command, the crocodile immediately changed its target, gathering rock-type energy between its claws and condensing it into a boulder the size of a small mountain.

The airflow formed a sharp whistling sound around the boulder, heading straight for the speaker cricket with overwhelming force.

Thompson was engrossed in his rap rhythm and, instead of being alerted when he saw his opponent change tactics, he became even more excited.

His eyes gleamed with a fighting fervor, as if he had found the perfect opportunity to demonstrate his strength.

"Yo! Speaker Scrat, let these trash see our true strength! Take this, use the cross-cutting shears! Cut it up, cut it up!" The speaker on Speaker Scrat's chest emitted a piercing electronic sound, and the shockwave formed visible ripples in the air.

Its forelimbs shimmered with the green light of insect-type energy, resembling two incomparably sharp military knives, drawing a perfect cross trajectory in the air.

At this moment, the speaker cricket seemed like a true knight-errant, unleashing a cross-shaped slash symbolizing victory, and slashing at the huge rock in front of it!
The alley seemed to freeze for a second as the blade struck the rock, before a deafening crash erupted, sending shockwaves and dust billowing into the air.

Bug-type Pokémon are known to be doubly weak to Rock.

Krillin is a noble Bug-type Pokémon with a base Defense stat of 51.

So, what happens when it stands proudly, trying to catch the unstoppable rockfall with a pair of scissors?
As expected, when the boulder, as large as a small mountain, fell from the sky, the Speaker Squirrel's cross-shaped scissors appeared utterly powerless in the face of the absolute suppression of the Rock type.

Its sharp forelimbs collided with the hard rock, producing a crisp cracking sound, like fragile hope being mercilessly crushed.

The massive rock struck its fragile body with overwhelming force, mercilessly smashing it and its prized audio equipment into the ground.

boom!
The deafening crash echoed through the narrow alley, as if the whole world was trembling.

As the dust settled, Speaker Squirrel had lost its fighting ability and collapsed in the crater created by the rockfall, its bare limbs twitching helplessly.

Its prized audio equipment was smashed to pieces, emitting a few pitiful electronic noises before falling completely silent on the battlefield, just like its owner.

As the speaker fell, the powerful rhythm in the alley receded like a tide.

Everyone was silent.

Thomson's rapping stopped abruptly, as if someone had grabbed him by the throat.

After a long while, he clutched his head with both hands and let out a heart-wrenching cry of pain.

"No!!! That's impossible!"

Thomson's voice was filled with shock and fear, his fingers trembling involuntarily as he pointed at the fallen speaker.

"This is impossible... How could my Scratman speaker..."

Even Jack remained silent for a moment.

He knew all along that this cricket with two speakers hanging on its chest wasn't anything special, but he never expected it to be so useless.

Soon, he let out a cold laugh, his eyes gleaming with victory.

"Street fights aren't just about talking; they require real skill. Iron Ant, use your metal claws! Crocodile, bite! Let's take down that cool leopard together!"

Without the boost from the speaker's rhythm, the Cool Leopard's movements became noticeably sluggish.

Faced with the enemy's attack, it tried to dodge, but its speed was much slower than before.

The iron ant's metal claws flashed through the air like lightning, leaving three deep, bone-revealing wounds on the leopard's side. Blood gushed out, staining its purple fur red.

The leopard staggered backward, letting out a painful howl, only to run right into the mouth of the rascal crocodile that had been waiting for it.

The gaping maw snapped shut like a death trap, its sharp teeth piercing deep into the leopard's shoulder. It lifted the leopard high and then slammed it to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Thomson's face turned ashen, and cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

He couldn't believe the situation had changed so quickly; he had just been in complete control, but now he was in dire straits.

"Damn! Cool guy, get up! We can't lose! Hurry up!"

The leopard struggled to stand up, its eyes still gleaming with an indomitable fighting spirit, but its injuries were already quite severe.

Its limbs trembled incessantly, each attempt accompanied by a painful groan, and blood gushed from its wounds, forming a dark red stain on the ground.

Jack stepped forward and looked down at Thomson.

"Give up, rapper, your performance is over."

Thomson gritted his teeth and looked around. The members of the poison smoke team had already surrounded him, forming an even tighter encirclement.

A hint of helplessness appeared in Mo Zhen's eyes.

A very classic plot: when the original villain becomes an ally, their combat power immediately drops drastically, and they enter a mode of constant defeats.

This is what is meant by "turning evil makes you three times stronger, while turning good makes you seven times weaker."

Of course, aside from bullying Gong Ping, that ultimate loser, Thomson doesn't seem to have any glorious moments. Besides, he's still involved in gangs and hasn't really cleared his name...

Just as Thomson was trying to pull the Chicago typewriter from between his legs to fight his opponent to the death, a voice, like a savior descending to earth, made his pupils shrink.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is not a lawless place. According to the 'Xiacheng District Public Security Administration Law,' street fights are prohibited in residential areas."

Accompanied by the authoritative, official voice of a law enforcement officer, and like a hero arriving at the perfect moment in a movie during a crisis, a handsome young man in a red suit slowly emerged from the shadows of the alley.

(End of this chapter)