Ditto doesn't move

Humans are such creatures; even after being warned of danger, they still try to explore the boundaries of danger.

Since we'll definitely be facing other trainers anyway, we might as well see how good everyone is first.

With this thought in mind, Mary took her first steps towards the edge of the city, and what awaited her was...

"Hehe! I've fainted! I've fainted!"

"The boss really has more tricks up his sleeve!"

"Little chick! This is adult territory. Don't come near here unless you're mentally prepared!"

"Trainers' battles are all about the winner taking all the credit, and we can all accept that, so why can't you accept it?"

"It's okay if you don't accept it yet. In a few years, you'll become ours."

"You'll find that the future you want is unattainable no matter what, and you'll come back to us and laugh at unsuspecting newcomers in the same way."

"Ah, the staff from the Aether Foundation are here! Everyone, please help lift his Pokémon onto the stretcher!"

what!

The mountaineering team that had just parted ways had now transformed into five shirtless, muscular men.

He placed the defeated, now-circle-eyed Golem on the cart, then turned to look at the crowded beach.

That look in his eyes was like a bodybuilder eyeing steroids—lewd and suggestive!

Raise your hand, then let go.

Raise your hand, then let go.

Mary, who had repeated this action dozens of times, finally stared in disbelief and lowered her hand from her eyes, no longer raising it.

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Because reality can no longer be changed simply through self-hypnosis.

At that very moment, Junsha, who had just revealed a bloodthirsty smile, was now beaming as she carried a woman in a sexy bikini back home.

"Whoever it is, come and fight! Fight with me!"

"Pokémon, battle!"

"Trainer, battle!"

"War! War! War! War! War! War! War! War! War!"

The bikini-clad woman was struggling and screaming like that.

Seemingly noticing that a stunned Mary was looking in their direction, Junsa gave a shy smile:

"Hey, don't be so surprised. Touko is just 32 years old and still unmarried, so she's been under a lot of pressure lately."

"Everyone here is very well-behaved, friendly, and harmonious."

Hit in the heart by the tactical instructor's killer words, Touko, the bikini-clad woman who had just been taunting, burst into tears like a defeated dog the next moment.

"No way! I don't want to be an old maid! I don't want to!"

"Tomorrow! Tomorrow I'm going to defeat a delicious trainer and drag him back to marry him!"

The older woman, who was being dragged along the beach, leaving marks of her struggle, was heartlessly pulled into a police car by Junsa.

"Did I bring any energetic, succulent, or unusual items to my bag?"

Mary, fourteen years old (female), began to seriously consider this question at this moment.

At that moment, the noisy crowd fell silent for a brief instant.

So much so that she subconsciously looked up and saw that the older returning trainers, who had just been in a lively atmosphere, were all making way for her.

His face was already filled with:

"Quack! It's a battle between strong individuals! An exciting fight is about to begin!"

Mary recognized the figure approaching all too well.

That figure, with its powerful strides and majestic presence.

The other party was none other than Mr. Xia Ming, who had shown great kindness to his brother and single-handedly promoted the Alola League!

"Watch closely, Lillie, I'll only demonstrate once."

Xia Ming, the Martial God, glanced at the bloodied spectators around him, whose efforts had already begun to bear fruit, and couldn't help but let out a smug snort.

Their attention eventually focused on their opponent.

The other party is a certified elite-level trainer, a well-known rich kid in Hau'lol, and will likely obtain the title of Normal-type captain in the future.

Ilima!

Volume 2, Grand Alliance Chapter: Chapter 110 What did you do, you drawing dog?

With pink hair and a healthy, wheat-colored complexion, Ilima is an elite trainer who has been called a prince since his trainer school days.

Just standing opposite Xia Ming was enough to make many passersby, especially older women, shed hearts and struggle to keep from fainting.

But what does Elima himself think?

"Mr. Xia Ming!" Completely disregarding the stares of others, Ilima called out in a fervent tone, "I'm your fan!"

"It's dazzling! It's so dazzling!"

“When I was little, I traveled the world with my mother and saw such dazzling trainers. After that, I was determined to make Alola shine too.”

"I never imagined that you could accomplish my dream so easily!"

"Please don't hold back, give me a thorough critique!"

Little black guy, I've already seen through your chicken feet!

Contrary to the image of an elegant prince that most people imagine, only those familiar with Ilima know that this guy is a trainer who is extremely passionate about battles.

He took the initiative to become the captain of a Normal-type trainer because he wanted to cultivate countless new star trainers to fight against him.

Just think of her as a copy of Nemo.

And just as mentioned before, it's difficult to determine the Uranus of the Ordinary System.

Gym leaders or masters who excel in general types often bring extra surprises to trainers who come to challenge them!

The pinker the face, the harder the beating.

So, is that why you unleashed the source of all evil to fight me?

That's right, the enemy appearing opposite Xia Ming, the Martial God, was none other than the number one on the Pokémon sleazy list, surpassing even Hypnos and Typhlosion, and known as the source of all evil...

Drawing Dog!

It was almost like a twist of fate that destined Ditto and Smeargle to engage in a battle that would last for millions of years.

One can only possess the Transform skill, which allows it to transform into any Pokémon.

One can only learn the skill of sketching, and can use all the techniques by copying them.

The two sides complement each other while also restraining each other.

Before Meloetta appeared, Xia Ming assumed that Smeargle was the most suitable person to become the Elite Four member of the Normal type!

Unfortunately, the gap between us is now vast.

Stepping out from beside Xia Ming, the martial god, was a light blue dog-type Pokémon with its hands behind its back and a calm gaze.

"Road (Narukami Ryu, Riolu.)"

"Tu (I'm a TuTu dog.)"

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Like a painter's hat, Tutu Dog, who uses its tail overflowing with green dye as a paintbrush, responded calmly, as if it were a master who had been famous for decades.

The fanatical captain of the general class shouted:

"I've taken the initiative! Sorry! I have no right to hold back against you!"

"TuTu Dog, use Psychic!"

One advantage of Gym Leaders over ordinary Trainers is that, regardless of the opponent, the Pokémon that Gym Leaders have painstakingly trained can deliver very effective damage.

Despite the disadvantage in attributes, Ilima had already prepared the best way to deal with the battle against Riolu.

But facing the enemy's fierce attack, Riolu stood calmly in place, just like her trainer, while Xia Ming, the martial god, began to teach his expensive apprentice:

"Watch closely, Lillie! The first rule of any battle is to understand what your opponent is doing as quickly as possible."

The blonde girl in the white dress with her hair tied in a ponytail stared intently at Riolu in the arena, just like a spectator holding their breath as they watched the carnage unfold.

"Whether it's offense or defense, there are only three types that can suppress Fighting-type: Flying, Fairy, and Psychic."

"And among them, Psychic-type is especially dominant against Fighting-type, it can be said to be a natural enemy that completely suppresses them."

The so-called "powerful mental focus" is nothing more than a super-large-scale version of mental power, similar to how a flame jet can be compared to a spark.

However, the true meaning of the power of Psychic-type Pokémon, which is as difficult to deal with as Ghost-type Pokémon, can only be seen in reality.

"Because mental power is generated from the void, it leaves no trace and has no form."

The Smeargle on the other side was the same; unlike a rookie trainer who would simply use Psychic moves to throw rocks, it...

Power from the void!

As if gripped by the Force, Riolu, waving its tail stained with green dye, was locked in mid-air by Smeargle in full view of everyone.

Imagine if an invisible hand choked you and lifted you into the air, leaving you only able to flail your arms in the void like a drowning person...

Such a scene would be terrifying even in a horror movie.

Psychic type is such a terrifying attribute.

In the crowd, Mary had unconsciously covered her mouth tightly.

Because the older brother specializes in Dark-type attacks, which are most effective against Psychic-type attacks.

She never imagined that those Psychic-type Pokémon, which were so easily defeated by her brother's Ooze, could be so terrifying.

Faced with such a horrifying sight, Mary originally thought that these fanatical, shouting-like idiot trainers would excitedly scream.

But it was completely different from what she had imagined...

The trainers around him had very serious expressions.

No one shouted, nor did anyone scream as if blood flowed like a river; instead, they frowned deeply.

Together with their Pokémon, they racked their brains.

If it were me, how would I handle it? What if the other party changes their behavior again?

Their facial expressions were so easy to understand that it made people subconsciously overlook their previous crazy and bizarre behavior.

The battlefield by the roadside seemed to transform into a place for teaching and imparting knowledge at this moment.

Under such a solemn atmosphere, even Mary, like a disciple of the dojo, began to think about how she should counter this move.

If you don't think for yourself, while everyone else is, you'll definitely be left behind by everyone else!

Having realized this, the girl began to fully utilize her intelligence.

Mary's purity has been improved!

How did Riolu, who hadn't received any training from her trainer since entering the arena, respond?

The answer is, burst forth.

It's not a specific technique, but simply the release of the elemental energy within the body.

Even though Fighting-type Aura and Psychic-type Psychic are naturally incompatible, the sudden burst of power caused Smeargle, who thought it had gained the upper hand, to relax its nerves for a moment.

This fleeting opportunity is like being tightly bound by Arbok and breaking free during a brief moment of breathing.

Riolu, unleashing its full fighting spirit, used the only move it had ever learned without its trainer's command:

Rider Kick!!!

The change happened so fast that ordinary people couldn't keep up with the rapid pace of the situation, but Ilima shouted out almost the instant his opponent unleashed his fighting spirit:

"Teleport!"