He knows Pokémon better than me

"Ai!"

"brake!"

The two who had entered the state of seeing each other began to attack, their fast fists were like steel, and their flying legs were like giant cannons, constantly bombarding each other.

Then they were avoided by both sides with the smallest dodge distance.

Then he launched an attack again, and just fell into a loop. On the ring, only phantoms could be seen, as well as the strong wind whistling past his ears.

"So strong..."

Xiaozhi widened his eyes and murmured.

Obviously, both sides are attacking with all their strength, but they can dodge by a hair. This kind of sharp skill is too strong, so he quickly released the fire monkey.

One person, one monkey, four eyes, copy x2.

But soon, the situation on the ring changed again.

After all, the two of them couldn't last too long in the state of seeing each other. After a greeting, the fist and the sole of the foot accidentally hit the body for the first time, and then hit the target frequently.

At the end, the two of them seemed to have abandoned the skill of seeing and cutting, and hit the real fire, neither defending nor dodging, even if they took a hard punch, they would greet each other with a kick.

It can be said that this is the true appearance of a fighting competition.

Seeing the combat method, it is something that only senior masters can play, at least it will not appear in a town-level competition.

And the level of these two people is just better than ordinary people.

The two kept punching and kicking their legs, and as one of the front teeth was broken, their moves gradually moved closer to fighting with elementary school students, becoming disorganized.

If there is a brick on the ground, maybe you will swing it up and greet the opponent's head.

Even Fan Dou and Neiku on the edge of the ring wanted to take back the Pokémon and go up to fight by themselves.

"Da da da da!!"

After a few breaths, the bodies of Kuaiquanlang and Feijilang were covered with scars, with panda eyes on one side and front teeth knocked out on the other, their bodies trembling, like elementary school students after a fight.

"Whirring whirring..."

At this moment, both of them are in a state of residual blood, even a single collision can reap the battle situation.

"Now, Kuaiquan Lang, use Sonic Fist!!"

Fan Dou suddenly made a surprise attack.

Now the preemptive skill is undoubtedly equivalent to a magical skill!

Kuaiquan Lang made a lightning strike, hitting the opponent's forehead with a punch, and directly smashed a bloodstain on his head.

"The outcome is decided!"

Hearing the sound of a punch to the flesh, Fan Dou was determined.

It's just that the scene of Fei Leglang falling as he expected didn't appear, the latter was still standing there, and a burst of red light glowed on his body.

"It's appeared, it's the doorkeeper's unique skill of Flying Legs, hold on to the skill!!"

The host recognized the move and roared towards the sky.

The louder he barks, the higher the salary today.

And holding on to this move is similar to the imposing drape, no matter how much blood is left, it will retain the last little HP.

"Damn it, then use Freezing Fist to kill it!!" Fan Dou roared hastily.

Kuaiquanlang's habitual fist for launching the Sonic Fist is still in the air at the moment, and he can only choose to use the other hand to launch the Farmer's Three Punches.

Super close range, the opponent can't hide!

I fan fight, and steady again!

The frozen energy instantly condensed on the sandbag-sized fist of Kuaiquan Lang, chilling, and he was about to punch the target.

Holding on is the same as protecting, you can only hold on but you can't hold on, it will never be able to block this blow!

"brake!!"

But Flying Leg Lang suddenly yelled, and his spring-like thigh swept out like a long whip, kicking the opponent's chilling fist head-on.

This is a turn-based game, so there is no reason for Kuaiquan Lang to make a move all the time.

"Hmph, are you going to fight me to the death, looking for death..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fan Dou's eyes shrank, and he suddenly saw a "boom" on the soles of Feijilang's feet, and a burst of flames exploded inexplicably.

"This is...?"

The hot and violent breath covered Fan Dou's face.

Fighter Neiku raised the corner of his mouth, and then roared loudly:

"Get rid of it, use flame kick!!"

If Kuaiquanlang used the Lightning Fist, it would still be a 50-50 split, so you can't die, but you actually used the Freezing Fist?

Coincidentally, my flying leg man doesn't know how to do three kicks like a farmer, but he can restrain the flame kick of ice attribute with one move!

The fierce fist and sole collided again, this time not only a confrontation in strength, but also a collision in attributes.

"Hoo hoo!!"

The flames from the flame kick spread away, instantly melting the chill on the Frozen Fist.

Kuai Quanlang lost all of his stamina immediately, his fist and his whole body were kicked out, and he fell back out of the ring like a cannonball, and landed in the audience, looking miserable.

"Quick Fist!!"

Before Fan Dou could step forward to check on the latter's injury, a gentle woman had already run over a step ahead and lay down on the ground, looking at Kuaiquan Lang full of worry and distress.

"Amy, you..."

Fan Dou couldn't help but suffocate, and said.

This woman is his daughter.

It's just that she has always opposed her participation in this fighting competition, so why is she so worried about her Pokémon now?

Then there was a touching scene of fatherly kindness and filial piety. The audience around were moved to tears and clapped their hands. They made up a 10,000-word touching story about a father fighting on stage for his daughter.

Immediately, everyone saw that the flying legs and the fighters who were still standing on the field were a little more malicious, like villains.

Mei Chuanchiku: "?"

"Villain fighters Nei Ku and Fei Kui Lang entered the final!"

The host also took advantage of the situation and added a prefix.

As a temporary worker, I just follow the audience's emotions and get away with it. After all, I just slipped away after getting my salary tonight, and the blame is all on the organizer.

Hearing this, Neiku frowned, he had nowhere to vent his malice, and could only vent his malice on Xiaozhi who was eating melons and watching the show next to him.

"The trainer with the electric mouse is your brother who played with me casually in the first round. In the final, I will kill you!"

He said sharply, really bringing a little villain feeling.

Xiaozhi: "?"

What you said is a little strange.

But he has never been a master who is afraid of getting into trouble, and he is not cowardly, so he choked back:

"You like to play with your legs, don't you? I'll take off all three legs of your flying leg man in the final!"

Firestorm Monkey raised a middle finger at him.

The final has not yet started, and the smell of gunpowder is full.

However, due to the serious injury of Flying Leg Lang, the finals are now going directly. It is estimated that Huo Baohou would kneel as soon as he stamped his feet, so the official temporarily adjusted the competition rules and moved the final time from evening to late night.

So Xiaozhi went whoring another lunch box for nothing.

...

...

At night, around 10 o'clock, the dark streets were lit up with incandescent lights, illuminating the arena.

Surrounding it were dark crowds of onlookers, in stark contrast to the arena, cheering and cheering around the arena.

"There's an inside smell."

Xiaozhi smiled and said, the arena must be in this kind of atmosphere.

"Get ready to make a fuss, Fire Monkey!"

"Violence!"

He clenched his fists with Fire Monkey, and their soul bonds were highly compatible. Then the latter squatted, stepped across the horizontal rope several meters away, and climbed onto the ring. Unambiguously, he raised his arms and shouted directly at the audience, as if it was the award ceremony now.

"A born champion..."

For some reason, Fan Dou, who was watching nearby, uttered these words, and secretly made a decision in his heart.

"If it is it, maybe it can really reach the realm of the ancestors..." Then Fan Dou shook his head again, he needed to see the performance of Huo Baohou in the final.

"Go, Flying Legs!"

Following the low voice of the fighter, Fei Jilang stretched his thighs like a spring, stepped onto the ring, and looked at the fire monkey from a distance.

"P1 fighting competition, town-level finals, Flying Legs vs. Huo Baohou!"

"Boom!"

As the host beat the bronze drum in the ring, the final officially began!