Everyone else is a trainer, but you are a swordsman?

"Hahaha, Mr. Ryoko, he was the one who brought it up first. Don't worry, I will show mercy. After all, we are all classmates, right?"

Zhan Xiong laughed heartily, with a look of confidence that he could defeat Ding Feng, and was full of confidence in the muscles that he had trained for a long time.

In his opinion, Feng might have his trump card, but he was no pushover either. Thinking of the days when he and the Striking Ghost trained day and night in their own martial arts gym, and the victories they won on the battlefield, he was filled with strength.

Ryoko frowned again and looked at the "weak" Feng worriedly.

She still liked this child with a nice smile, and was afraid that he would be bullied. After all, anyone could tell who was strong and who was weak just by looking at their appearance and body shape.

But after seeing Feng's confirming nod, she could only sigh and release a gym leader-level Aibutar to serve as a "safety officer" for Noto and protect the trainers of both sides.

"Hey, go ahead, Aibutai."

"Once the match is decided, use your super powers to separate them."

"Love~"

Ai Guanshi nodded respectfully, like a butler with impeccable etiquette.

Several people walked together towards the nearby battle field. The classmates who had not yet gone to eat also came over to watch the show. After asking about the reason for the fight between the two girls, they began to discuss the matter.

"They started fighting right after the class was divided. It's so exciting. This class of freshmen is really amazing." said an old student.

"Yeah, I've been in the beginner class for two years and haven't had a wild fight yet." Another person spread his hands.

"That's because you can't..."

"Ah, is the atmosphere in this school so fierce? I should have become a coordinator earlier..." Rino, who had blue hair in a single ponytail, pursed her lips and muttered weakly in her heart.

"flower!"

Shuttlecock Flower looked at Kapok Ball with a worried look on her face, wishing she could take its place. If Rino hadn't been holding it, she would have rushed over.

Arriving at the battle site, Zhan Xiong looked at Feng's two Pokémon outside and said as a matter of course: "Hey, I'll use this one Strikers. You should put away yours. Do you want to fight me with two of them?"

"Kapok Ball, please come back first."

Feng pinched the soft cotton on its body and put it back into the Poké Ball.

"Are you trying to use the Xila to fight me? Are you kidding me? It's quadruple countered by the Fighting attribute!"

Zhan Xiong said in surprise, and the students watching didn't quite understand. Elena looked at Feng thoughtfully, as if she had guessed something.

There are only three possibilities for someone who can force himself to fight against adverse attributes. Either he is stupid, or he is confident enough in himself, and finally... or the trainer is called Ash.

"Teacher Ryoko, please announce the start."

Feng said to the class teacher who was acting as the referee.

"Well, Aoki-san and Tanxiong-san, are you ready? The game begins!" Ryoko gave the order.

"Xianla, step back and give me a sword." Feng said softly, striding in front of Xianla.

Inverse attribute?

No, Feng had no intention of letting Xianla join the war. At most, he would just be a weapon provider.

"勃~"

As Xianla responded, bursts of cold air emerged from Feng's hands, and a long sword made of ice quickly condensed. He turned his wrist and waved it a few times, flexibly making a beautiful sword flower.

This trick originated from the magical masked cat that Feng saw when he was watching the opera on the boat. Later, Gyarados and Uzumaki also tried to make "weapons".

Although it is difficult to create a weapon that can hurt elite-level Pokémon, it is more than enough to fight a mid-level one, especially when the Shield Sword monster is difficult to show up, it can provide Feng with a handy guy.

At this moment, Feng, standing with a sword in his hand, had changed his gentle image in everyone's eyes. With the backdrop of the ice sword, he looked more unrestrained and cold, highlighting a different kind of charm.

"Isn't this a Pokémon battle? Why does the style seem to have changed?"

"Huh? Why are you holding a sword in front of you, and what the hell is going on with Xiula standing behind you? Isn't that the other way around?"

"That's pretty cool, keep it up Aoki-kun!"

The students watching the game started talking again. This was indeed the first time they had seen Feng's current look in their lives.

"It's just acrobatics. Watch me smash your sword with one palm. Let's fight the ghost together!"

"drink!"

Zhan Xiong and the attacking ghost roared angrily, and an astonishing momentum burst out from their bodies. They pushed the ground hard with their feet and pounced towards Feng like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey. Faint tiger roars could be heard in the air.

Facing this attack, Feng's expression remained unchanged. He just casually raised his arm and swung the sword twice.

Two "pa pa" sounds were heard. Before everyone could see how Feng made his move, they saw Zhan Xiong and the Fighting Ghost, who had been so aggressive just now, flying out with their mouths twisted and crooked, and fell to the ground with two "dong dong" sounds.

"Ouch!"

Zhan Xiong felt a burning pain under his ribs. Just as he was about to stand up, he covered the painful area with his hands and sat down again with a frown, his eyes tightly closed because of the pain.

There is no such good treatment when attacking ghosts. Feng hits it on the head, knocking it unconscious and making it lose its ability to fight.

This was because Feng deliberately held back, using the sword to "slap" instead of "cut" directly. Otherwise, there would only be two headless corpses spurting blood in front of everyone, and even Ai Guanshi might not have been able to stop it in time.

When Zhan Xiong opened his eyes again, the first thing he saw was a sword placed on his neck. The coldness it emitted condensed into a layer of frost on Zhan Xiong's skin, making him shiver involuntarily.

Zhan Xiong looked up and met Feng's gaze, feeling it was even colder than the frost on his neck. It was clearly summer, but he felt like he was in a world of ice and snow. The cold penetrated his clothes, skin, blood, and finally seeped into his bones. It felt as if his limbs and brain no longer belonged to him...

"The battle is over, and the winner is Aoki-san."

At this time, Teacher Ryoko's voice came like the sound of nature, and then the ice sword withdrew, the cold faded away, the coagulated blood began to flow again, and Zhan Xiong's eyes regained color. He gasped for breath, as if he had experienced a near-death experience.

Naturally, the others did not have Zhan Xiong's experience, and they only saw Feng finish the game cleanly and neatly.

Ryoko looked at Feng with a complicated expression, she had never expected this to happen. Her classmates were just as shocked as she was when they first saw the Four Heavenly Kings, Sheba, subdue the giant Onix in the Pokémon anime.

"you win."

Zhan Xiong accepted his defeat sincerely and felt mixed emotions.

He recalled the scene just now, but found that he couldn't even see the opponent's movements clearly. The gap between himself and his opponent was too big. He looked down on the opponent before, but now he just wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

And that sudden "winter" that came, it's so scary to recall...