He is a streamer and a part-time Pokémon trainer.

His understanding of his team may not be as good as Ronaldinho's, but he can be considered top-notch in college competitions. Coupled with the team he spent heavily to build, this gives him the confidence to face strong opponents.

Of course, if Liu Qiang was a pure receiver, Adu might not let him play to waste time.

In this competition, what Liu Qiang used was not the traditional one. Under the guidance of A'Du, he changed the team and made it more balanced. It was also because the remaining team on A'Du's side had a little bit of destructive ability. of.

Choosing Liu Qiang's team was also a helpless move.

Because the team on A'Du's side that had the best chance of breaking through had already been defeated by Wu Shuang's tortoise boxing skills at the beginning - Qi Fei's wall team had actually been very reliable in breaking through.

After a brief warm-up, Liu Qiang squinted his eyes, pushed up the glasses on his nose, and walked out slowly.

As expected, the opponent did not change teams.

Chen Jueying and his team are Mo Qiu's trump card, and it is impossible to hand them over so early. Mo Qiu is actually very confident in Jueying, but this is not the time to rely on confidence to act on impulse.

Mo Qiu respects the rules of the game.

Liu Qiang is actually not a taciturn person. He usually talks trash before a battle. He is also not averse to mocking his opponent's mentality. Some people may be disgusted with this kind of behavior, but in Liu Qiang's view, it is tactical. One ring.

If your psychological quality cannot bear the ridicule of your opponent, then you'd better take it with you wherever you go. Fighting is not suitable for such a glassy heart.

But today, he didn't dare to speak.

There is no other reason - he is afraid of being turned into a joke.

So, in silence, the two showed up one after another.

Ronaldinho's side is the original team that has recovered its strength. As for Liu Qiang's side...

Tyrannosaurus, Toxosaurus, Menas, Monarch Snake, Desert Dragonfly, and Heated Rotom.

It can be seen from this microwave oven that this guy is indeed a fan of Mo Qiu. The current active status of Rotom in the battle world is driven by Mo Qiu.

As for the other main players, they are slightly inferior to the first two.

Tyrannosaurus is a powerful quasi-god, but in fact this team is the only one that eats a lot of money. Toxosaurus is not uncommon. Menus tests the relationship between trainers and Pokémon more than money. Monarch Snake belongs to the Yusan family. , completely affordable for Liu Qiang’s family, the Desert Dragonfly is probably the cheapest Earth Dragon, and the Heated Rotom has a clear price tag, making it a reliable training family to have one.

As soon as the team was revealed, the reservation phase came.

Mo Qiu had already been lying on the railing and stretched out his head to look at Liu Qiang's team.

Three seconds later, someone's annoying voice echoed through the training ground again.

"Listen up, Ronaldinho!"

"Relying on the recovery of Scorpio King and Super Bad Star, and exchanging HP with the opponent - this balanced team will be overwhelmed by Jackrabbit!"

"As long as you accelerate the overwork rate of the key nodes on the opposite side and kill all the powerful enemies that can threaten Cell, then Cell will be in an unparalleled situation!"

"To put it simply, five guarantees and one guarantee is enough!"

A'Du rolled his eyes and sighed.

"It's over!"

"..."

"Forget it, get used to it, destroy it."

"The opponent is playing two against one. There is no way to win this game!"

Chapter 50 Killing with a Borrowed Knife

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Chapter 51 Dakoto’s Confessions

My name is Dakto, Dakto Tobias, a member of the United People. I was born in Brooklyn, Newt City, and I am a "Brooklynite" that I should be proud of.

Unfortunately, I don’t have this sense of honor for my hometown.

Because of the environment I live in, it is difficult for me to have any attachment to this "hometown" - ever since I can remember when I was five years old, I have had only one wish: to escape from the place where I was born and raised.

This is normal, too. If you were born in a country where there are multiple shootings a day on average, the roadside drainage ditches are the smelly urinals of homeless people, the environment is dirtier than the city center garbage dump, and you will be beaten by several people from time to time when you go out. If you stumble over a neighborhood where the tools are either human or Pokémon corpses, you might be able to slip away faster than I can.

If Brooklyn could be called the largest ghetto in Newt 50 years ago, then the squalor in my neighborhood was the uncrowned king of the ghettos in Brooklyn.

I am already a person who is not picky about my background, easy-going, and firm in my original intention.

From the beginning to the end, my dream has not changed - I want to fight my way out of this stinking place, and I want to make a difference!

I heard that the Hezhong area has a very bad reputation around the world, and one of the more criticized points is its "poor public security."

Here, I want to clarify that this is a rumor - no, it cannot be said to be a rumor, it can only be said to be "not accurate".

He is the "poor district" security officer of the United League.

Those gentlemen and ladies who live in villas and apartments and enjoy 90.00% of the city's high-quality resources will of course be protected by well-equipped police and live a safe and prosperous life.

As for the jackals in the slums, they have to get used to the various violent incidents that often occur from an early age, and strive to make themselves able to see the sun of tomorrow safely.

For example, I am one of them.

When a child in this kind of environment can avoid almost all violent incidents and grow up successfully, it requires not only a little luck, but also "complicity".

To say that we are jackals is really not a derogatory term.

Laws and regulations are a piece of waste paper to me, well... No, it cannot be regarded as pure waste paper. After all, the rules recorded above are not rules that need to be followed to me, but "a way to make money quickly." .

When I was more than five years old, I would go to the streets to "pick up corpses". Don't get me wrong, this "picking up corpses" is different from your understanding. What we did was to loot the drunk homeless people and take them away. Everything of value on them.

Including Pokémon--in fact, if I can harvest a few Pokémon balls from these homeless people, then I will have enough food for at least a week. Even if the Pokémon balls are empty, I can still sell them for a lot of money.

When I was older, I joined a street gang. Petty theft was commonplace, and housebreaking and robbery could only be considered an ordinary day. In fact, the fastest way to make money was to rob and steal precious Pokémon. This stuff was always hard currency. When my children were still in junior high school, I had been involved in no fewer than five street fights and managed to survive.

Unlike those "colleagues", I have much more foresight than them. I don't want to hang out in this kind of street gang for the rest of my life and then die in a gang fight. The most glorious moment of my life is to be packed in a body bag. When I went on TV, the host used "member of a certain gang" to sum up his life.

So, what is the way for children from poor families to counterattack?

Look, friends from the Yanhuang area have already rushed to answer - it's called the "College Entrance Examination" in your place, right?

Because my current boss, Mr. Military Advisor, is very fond of Yanhuang culture, so I also know a lot about Yanhuang.

In my opinion, this "college entrance examination" is indeed a fair counterattack opportunity.

Don't rush to refute me. I know that there is actually no fairness in education. Everyone's educational resources are definitely different. Children in the village and young masters in the city take absolutely different courses. Even the score lines in different regions are different. .

But...it is extremely difficult to be relatively fair.

Especially for a jackal like me, relative fairness is only a dream.

I think I'm quite smart, but I don't have the money to go to an expensive private school. As for public schools...at least the public schools in our community are a large daycare for delinquents, a reserve for criminals, and accidents happen from time to time. Although there are not many school shootings on the surface, that is because smart police officers use new statistical methods.As long as you step out with your front foot, even if you eat peanuts immediately with your back foot, it is not considered on campus.

Naturally, I have no respect for this kind of school. The exam route is not feasible.

In this world, besides exams, there is another way, which is the best way for civilians to counterattack.

That is to become a "trainer".

Everyone, this is an even more unfair path than taking an exam.

However, I still have some confidence in going down this road.

Don't be afraid of your jokes, I have some talent in "battle".

The conditions for an indiscriminate wild fight are no more difficult than the conditions in which I grew up, and I am extremely talented in the duel between masters.

Do you know the game "Master Showdown"?

I can easily maintain the top [-] ranking in the world every season by playing casually. This is even when my BOX is extremely poor and there are not many powerful Pokémon.

Of course, I know that reality is different from the game, and some Pokémon are harder for me to obtain in reality.

However, there are always more solutions than difficulties.

My starting Pokémon was a Zoroa, a trophy from "scavenging corpses", and it was also one of the few moments when my luck broke out.

This little fox is a rare breed. The money I get from selling it on the black market can probably be spent for several years. This thing is very popular, not all because it is useful in combat, but because its fur is quite popular among wealthy ladies in the upper class. of favorite.

Well, for people like me, selling Pokémon to the slaughterhouse is not an unforgivable sin-those young men who were born with silver spoons, middle-class children who have no worries about food and clothing, may be concerned about Pokémon. Dream emotions are mostly friendly and novel.

For them, the Pokémon or pets, partners, or comrades carefully selected by their parents are important companions that can stay with them for a lifetime.

Yes, it's beautiful, and I'm not trying to criticize this innocent and kind bond.

What I want to say is that the Pokémon I have seen since I was a child are different from those Pokémon that have been artificially selected and raised, and have undergone strict training since childhood to eliminate wildness and come out of more humane breeding houses.

People are divided into good and bad, and so are Pokémon.

If the Pokémon most people see are "good", then most of the Pokémon I encounter in this environment are "bad".

To describe these Pokémon as "wild and untamed" is already a compliment, and to say that they "do all kinds of evil" is not an exaggeration.

They will attack humans unscrupulously, robbing food, water, and living space. I have even seen existences that feed on human corpses - the essence of Pokémon, to me, is just a more powerful beast.

Ever since I personally chopped down a Ratha that came to my house to steal bread, and paid for it with a scar across half of my chest, and almost bled to death, I don't have any respect for creatures like Pokémon. bona fide.

Of course, there is no malicious intent.

To me, Pokémon are tools, weapons, soldiers, necessities to fulfill my dreams, and food to satisfy my ambitions, nothing more.

As for the Zoroa, I didn't sell it.

I knew that this might be my once-in-a-lifetime chance to pursue my dream.

I began to live frugally as much as possible, cultivate this Zoroa, and give it a training that can be considered harsh, and if word spread, the Pokémon Protection Association will definitely come to my door, akin to torture.

This training method is cruel, but efficient.

Soraya grows very fast, and its "hallucination" property is really a must-have for a jackal like me to sneak around and rob homes.

After a long period of time, I accumulated a lot of resources, expanded my main team, and established a reputation in this community. After finding a reason to kill the former gang leader, the gangs in the three nearby blocks , basically fell into my hands.

Don't look at me like this. In fact, I have no interest at all in being the "chief executive" of several street gangs. Unlike those gangsters who have no plans and have high self-esteem, I am very self-aware of my own weakness. If those big shots take a breath, a wild dog leader like me on the roadside will be skinned and eaten, not even his ashes will be left.

I am willing to be the leader just to make money as quickly as possible.

After a very bloody capital accumulation process that would have been harmonious in a Yanhuang novel, on the day of my 20th birthday, I confidently stepped onto the stage of the Hezhong Grand Prix qualifying competition.

The team I have built with money, hard work, and time is already the limit of what I can do at the moment. I hope to win the highly watched Hezhong Grand Prix, become famous in one fell swoop, attract the public's attention, and gain the opportunity to enter the upper class society. A stepping stone.

To this end, I even spent a lot of money to create a flawless fake backstory for myself, making me look like a poor kid who relied on hard work and hard work instead of a Brooklyn gang leader.

If this is a cool novel, then the climax of the story is about to come, right?

The protagonist of the dark stream turned around, got on the right track, and ushered in a glorious and wonderful life?

It is a pity.

In the last qualifying round, I was defeated by a little girl who had been on the career path as a trainer for less than two years.

It was a complete defeat. I was hit by a series of six without any resistance. The strengthened and invincible staff-tailed armored dragon was like a nightmare that ended my dream, and my dreams and spirit were destroyed. All the anger was extinguished.

I could hear the sound of my mind breaking.

From that moment on, I also deeply understood this truth.

Pokémon are also divided into good and bad, just like humans.

Pokémon are also divided into classes, just like humans.

Ordinary, weak Pokémon that can be seen everywhere on the roadside are vulnerable to the carefully cultivated Yusanjia. However, the Yusanjia who have completed three stages of evolution will be helpless when facing certain quasi-gods. A first-level god will be crushed to death by divine authority. A second-level god will be inferior to others when encountering a fantasy beast. When a fantasy beast encounters a genuine first-level god, the outcome is certain.

The world of Pokémon is no different from human society, that is, the official level will crush people to death.

I am a jackal in the slums, and I am destined to be inferior to the rich young master whose starting point is much higher than my ending point.

If I want to stand up, I need to be favored by God.

God knows, I was just saying this casually to vent my emotions about my broken dream.

But what I didn't expect was...

There really is a god showing favor.

After I returned to Brooklyn disheartened, intending to spend my rotten life like a qualified jackal, something unexpected happened to me.

The Plasma Group, a religious organization of United Nations, came to the door and wanted to annex my gang and let my men be used as their minions.

I'm not opposed to this kind of thing. It's easy to enjoy the shade under the big tree. Besides, they want my subordinates, and I also want someone to take over the pot. If necessary, I can run away with the bucket without any scruples.

I can never forget that day.

That carefree golden-haired man who claimed to be a scientist showed a strong interest that I couldn't understand when he met me for the first time.