Pokémon: The Beginning Blackening Shanaido

Chapter 388 Inheritance, Fighting Skills

Time passed little by little.

Yang Fan, who was leaning on the stone tablet, also began to be shrouded in gray mist.

The figure engraved on the stone tablet moved slowly.

Blunt, slow!
The stone carvings that were originally recessed began to protrude out of the stone tablet bit by bit.

It's like a two-dimensional being converted into a three-dimensional creature.

Crack - click -!
There was an ear-piercing sound from the friction between the hard stones, and there was even a considerable vibration.

But Yang Fan's figure didn't move at all, he still leaned on the stone tablet like a thousand-year-old stone statue.

at the same time.

Shengjing University Academic Affairs Office.

"Mr. Lu, just tell me where Yang Fan has gone, okay? I promise not to make trouble, I just,, just worry about him..." Shen Shiliu stared at Lu Yuan with red eyes.

Almost three days have passed since Yang Fan entered the Dome Arena.

Even though he made a special trip to say hello to Shen Shiliu before, but when the two were teenagers and girls, such a separation already made her feel like years.

"Hey, Nizi, it's not that I didn't tell you..." Lu Yuan sighed deeply, and said slowly: "When he left, he already guessed that you were going to ask me, so I can only tell you that he will be very happy." Come back quickly."

"Come back soon?!" Shen Shiliu was silent for a moment, then repeated with a forced smile and sobbing.

I will be back soon?

"I'll be back soon, just go out to practice, so you just wait here for me."

Before Yang Fan left, he touched Shen Shiliu's head with a smile.

"I know, I'm sorry, Mr. Lu, for causing you trouble."

Shen Shiliu leaned slightly, and silently wiped away the tears on her face.

He turned around and left the office.

"Hey, Yang Fan, what's going on with you now?"

Watching Shen Shiliu walk out the door, Lu Yuan looked up at the majestic domed arena in the sky.

"Sister Shiliu, what did Director Lu say?"

"Exactly, where did Yang Fan go these days?"

Outside.

Qin Baoer and Dongfang Yue asked anxiously.

Yang Fan disappeared for three days, and they were as anxious as Shen Shiliu.

"It's nothing, Yang Fan just went out to practice and said he was going to prepare for the World Championships, so don't worry."

Shen Shiliu replied with a smile, as if it wasn't her who wiped the tears in the office just now.

"Experience?! Where did you go to experience? Why did this guy slip away without saying a word?"

Qin Baoer complained angrily, but after all, she was too worried about Yang Fan.

"Okay, stop talking."

Dongfangyue tugged on Qin Baoer's clothes, saw her questioning eyes turned, pointed at Shen Shiliu's red and swollen eyes and shook her head.

Although Shen Shiliu looked like nothing happened, she knew it.

At this moment, the most sad and painful person is probably her.

Every time Yang Fan disappears, it is a thrilling journey for Shen Shiliu.

"Let's go back first, Sister Shiliu."

Sensing that Shen Shiliu was absent-minded, Dongfang Yue hugged her arm and said with a smile.

"That's right, Sister Shiliu, let's go to the shopping street. Maybe when we come back, that guy Yang Fan will be waiting for you to cook at home?"

Qin Baoer also hugged her other arm at the right time, and looked at her with a smile.

"……Um."

Shen Shiliu was silent for a while, then nodded slightly.

……

"Why am I here again?"

Yang Fan looked around.

A broken sky, a field filled with gray mist.

It is exactly the same as the last stop in the memory he just inherited.

Soon, the tall man appeared in front of him again.

He was still wearing the familiar Shengjing University tutor uniform, and the unique logo of Shengjing University was particularly clear.

If you don't look at his ashen complexion, he is much bigger than the average mentor.

However, what was special this time was that a poke ball began to appear in Yang Fan's hands.

It opened uncontrollably, and Lucario suddenly appeared in the field.

In front of the tall man on the opposite side, his original elf, Hao Li, also appeared.

"Confront directly? Is this some kind of special ceremony?"

Yang Fan didn't hesitate anymore, after observing the environment, he immediately made preparations for battle.

The waveguide began to converge in the hand, but there was no sound in the body.

"Sure enough... there are restrictions."

Frowning slightly, Yang Fan shook his head and focused his attention on Hao Li.

"Lucario, do you still recognize me?"

Yang Fan began to ask softly.

He was worried that Lucario hadn't come out of the stele, and what appeared in front of him was just a projected phantom.

"..."

No response.

Lucario kept staring at the opposite side, but Yang Fan didn't seem to be in his eyes.

projection?Or phantom?
Yang Fan was a little puzzled.

But at this moment, the battle still started, and Haoli on the other side had already rushed forward.

Without any fancy movements, he just punched Lucario with big strides.

"boom--!"

He was punched and fell to the ground!

Looking at Lucario, who fell to his feet like a walking dead, Yang Fan was stunned.

why?
Will Lucario not hide?

And the man opposite didn't issue an order?

At the moment when he was stunned, Lucario stood up again, walked to the place where he was just blown away, and stood up again.

Then--

"boom!"

The same heavy punch hit Hao Li's face.

Fell to the ground.

Get up.

Punch.

Fell to the ground.

……

Repeatedly.

"...Turn-based?" Yang Fan couldn't help but think of the game in his previous life.

Lucario and Haoli, you come and go like this.

You punch, I punch.

Yang Fan and the tall man also stared with wide eyes.

And from the moment Haoli started to move, Yang Fan seemed to have lost the ability to speak, and could only watch their fight without being able to stop it.

In this space, there is not even a concept of time.

Both Lucario and Haoli were bruised and bruised, and there was no good flesh.

Haoli was the most serious. He could only use one of his four arms to attack, and the other three were all broken by Lucario.

And Lucario only has one arm and one leg left to move.

Although they were all seriously injured, they didn't intend to stop at all, instead they attacked even more fiercely.

Every move is to attack the opponent's vital point.

"...Damn it, move me!"

Although he was not sure whether the Lucario in front of him was real or not, Yang Fan couldn't watch the elf fighting desperately in front of his eyes after all.

Frantically mobilize the waveguide and telekinetic power in the body.

His eyes were about to crack, and his teeth were clenched.

The eyes, ears, nostrils, and mouth all began to ooze blood!

"It doesn't matter what it is, just move—get—come on!!!"

Do your best!

Yang Fan, who was restrained and unable to move, began to tremble slowly in the fingers of his right hand.

Sweat mixed with blood dripped from his chin.

Yang Fan, who looked miserable, had a smile on his face.

"Lucario, hold on!"

It is absolutely impossible for him to give up any family members!
"Birdguide, Psychic Power, Origin of Dragon..."

That's all he has.

It is also the reliance on whether he can save the situation in front of him.

"boom--!"

Another punch hit Lucario in the face.

His body flew upside down like a broken kite, and fell heavily at Yang Fan's feet.

"Boom--!"

The same place on Yang Fan's face also seems to be connected to Lucario.

A dull beating sounded.

pain!
numbness! !
Two different feelings instantly occupied Yang Fan's brain.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

Blood also flowed down as if money was not needed.

"Haha, finally made a move on me?"

Yang Fan's trembling lips trembled slightly, but his heart was extremely happy.

The injury was transferred to him, which can only explain one reason.

The one behind -

Anxious!

(End of this chapter)