Pokémon: Back to high school, I became a Pokémon master

"Damn, where have you been all day? The show has just begun, and you've already caught a whiff of it." Upon seeing Zhou Wenchao, Xia Yuchen slowly walked over.

"Old Xia, what's going on? Tell me about it." Zhou Wenchao gently patted Xia Yuchen's shoulder. Having just returned from the brink of death, he felt somewhat relaxed.

"What else could it be? Just a simple spar to test each other's skills. Nobody's really going all out." Xia Yuchen shrugged and pulled Zhou Wenchao to a secluded spot.

Yue Xiaowei followed behind.

"Based on my observation, these Americans are actually quite something. See that guy fighting Long Chen? That's their leader, full name Airlan Sidil. He just beat up Shangguan's group and Old Ding too, although it was just a friendly spar. But he's still not as good-looking as me."

The "Old Ding" that Xia Yuchen mentioned refers to Ding Can.

"Oh? Ding Can didn't beat this guy either?" Zhou Wenchao automatically ignored the last sentence, then showed a look of understanding. After all, it was just a friendly spar, and Ding Can probably didn't reveal his Ghost Flame, since it was a kind of trump card.

With the help of the ghost fire, Ding Can's strength is such that even Long Chen would have to give way.

"Also, see that princess sitting over there? She's really beautiful, but don't be fooled by her appearance. Emily Sidil, that guy's younger sister, is incredibly strong. Even Xiangyun couldn't beat her."

“I’ve seen this person before. Shen Xiangyun fought her once and lost.”

"Huh?! When did this happen? How come I don't know?" Xia Yuchen thought for a moment, but he had no recollection of it.

"Just recently, when those island nations were causing trouble on our territory, these people also got involved. I remember there was this guy named David who got a beating from Ding Can."

"So, Xiangyun got beaten up instead of getting revenge?"

“I’ve heard about this. When we were training in Xinjiang Province, they challenged our dojo, but you and Ding Can had something to do at the Ghost Dojo and didn’t go.”

Yue Xiaowei, who was standing to the side, spoke up, then thought for a moment and asked, "Have we never won?"

"How could that be! That David that Lao Zhou just mentioned, he wasn't convinced, so he challenged Lao Ding to a fight and lost. That's how the fight between Sidil and Lao Ding came about. Tang Zhi, that tigress, also won a fight."

Xia Yuchen counted them off one by one in the arena. "By the way, Lao Zhou, that guy who's fighting with his sister-in-law shouldn't be underestimated either. His name is Arian."

Without Xia Yuchen saying anything, Zhou Wenchao's gaze immediately fell on the boy from Aridan, whose opponent was none other than Danqiu.

On the field, Danqiu's Breloom was already locked in a fierce battle with the opposing Centaur. However, judging from the situation on the field, even though Danqiu's Breloom had a type advantage, it was gradually falling into a disadvantageous position.

"Hey, Lao Zhou, aren't you going to help your sister-in-law? Play the hero and save the damsel in distress?" Xia Yuchen fanned the flames from the side. To be honest, he really wanted to see Zhou Wenchao cause trouble, because that would be very interesting.

"Get out of the way, you have to call her sister-in-law. It's just a friendly spar, there are winners and losers, it's normal. It's normal for Qiu'er to lose to this guy using the Hata Mushroom." Zhou Wenchao's gaze swept across the many areas of the arena, then he focused on the other side.

"That person is from the Ross Alliance. Apart from the substitutes, the ones who stay in the main family are most likely players who participate in the individual competition. I can't tell his strength from a simple sparring match, but Shen Haoyu fought him and lost, and Bei Mingcheng also fought him and won."

"And what about you?" Yue Xiaowei asked from the side. "You lost?"

She wondered why Xia Yuchen had mentioned so many people but not himself. Was it because he lost the fight and was afraid of losing face?

Aside from Ding Can's hidden weapon, the Ghost Fire, there was a consensus among the members that Zhou Wenchao was the strongest, followed by Yue Xiaowei and Long Chen, and then Bei Mingcheng and Xia Yuchen.

Further down the hierarchy, their strengths become roughly equal, largely due to their single attribute, making direct comparison difficult.

Hearing this, Xia Yuchen's lips twitched slightly. He also wanted to go up and warm up, but when he thought about Xia Yuhe possibly being there, he shuddered and decided to just watch.

There shouldn't be any problems watching a play, right?

Zhou Wenchao smiled slightly, seemingly sensing Xia Yuchen's worry, and then jokingly said, "Old Xia, let me tell you, Sister Xia has gone back to Daxia for some business and won't be back until at least tomorrow or the day after. It's okay, just play a couple of rounds if you can't resist."

"Really?" Xia Yuchen was overjoyed.

"Ok!"

"I don't believe you. Don't try to trick me. You're too cunning." Xia Yuchen's surprise only lasted a moment before he calmed down.

Even if his father were here today, he wouldn't go.

On the other side, a high-ranking member of the Ross Alliance walked in through the back door, sat behind one of their team members, whispered a few words, and then left.

The teammate's lips curled up slightly as he looked at Zhou Wenchao and his two companions, who were sitting on the edge of the field discussing the match.

This scene was quickly noticed by the American Alliance members on the other side. While Erlan Sidil was fighting, Emily had some free time. She followed the man's gaze and saw Zhou Wenchao as well.

A smile appeared on her lips. "Zhou Wenchao? You've finally shown up."

She had only met Zhou Wenchao twice before, but they hadn't really interacted—no, to be precise, three times. She had once seen that incredibly powerful Blaziken; just thinking about its imposing presence was terrifying.

Afterwards, she had someone investigate Zhou Wenchao and obtained some information about him, including his Pokémon such as Pidgeot, Nidoking, Blaziken, Gengar, and Flower Therapy Ring. However, she never saw him use Pidgeot again.

After reviewing the information, she and her brother agreed on the same point: a genius!

But that's about it.

Thinking of this, she slowly stood up and walked towards Zhou Wenchao. The people beside him also looked over and followed behind.

"Your Highness..."

“It’s alright.” Emily waved her hand, ready to spar with this mysterious genius from the East.

Meanwhile, the members of the Ross Alliance, having received instructions from their superiors, also headed towards Zhou Wenchao and his companions. Although Dima had promised not to make things difficult for him and Yue Xiaowei, a simple sparring match shouldn't be a problem, right?

Being able to enter the Dragon Spiral Tower with Xia Yuhe and survive must mean he's something special, right?

Perhaps it wasn't Dima who instructed them; it could have been some other radical elders.

The fact that two important figures in the league got up and walked in the same direction at the same time instantly attracted everyone's attention. Those who were not in the game turned their eyes to the direction where Zhou Wenchao and his two companions were.

Xia Yuchen's lips twitched slightly, and his head stiffly turned towards Zhou Wenchao. His resentful eyes made anyone who didn't know better think that Zhou Wenchao had abandoned his wife and children.

"You jinx! I've been watching here all night and nothing's happened, and you've only been here a few minutes?" Even Xia Yuchen, with his thick skin, couldn't stand being watched by dozens of people like this.

Zhou Wenchao shrugged helplessly, "Don't be obsessed with me, I'm just a legend."

Yue Xiaowei, who was standing nearby, used her superpowers to disappear from her original spot and reappeared in another quiet location. She took out a cup of milk tea from somewhere and prepared to watch the show.

After thinking for a moment, he realized something was missing, so he took out a handful of sunflower seeds.