Joyful Pokémon Get Stronger? Then I Won't Be a Trainer

He really had no idea how to commentate, so he could only latch onto Lapras's strengths and run with them.

Otherwise, if he had to praise the Trainer, how would he even do it?

Praise him for eating potato chips on the Battle Arena?

Don't be ridiculous...

If it weren't for his recent money troubles, Li Bing really wouldn't want this job.

'Speaking of which, after this round of matches, I haven't seen many decent Rookie Trainers, have I?'

He drifted around the nine arenas, waiting for the fourth match to begin.

"Oh? Arena Eight has a Squirtle and a Bulbasaur."

He floated over, ready to commentate. "Let's take a look at Arena Eight, folks. Rare sight—both Trainers here each have a Starter Pokémon. This is a duel between Squirtle and Bulbasaur!"

Down below, Zhang Xiaoming stared at the Squirtle that had been sent out, which looked a bit different, his expression stiffening.

But he couldn't pinpoint what was different.

Thinking back to how he'd been scolded by the enforcement officers back at the Competitor Seats, his face darkened.

It was all that guy's fault—the one who'd appeared beside Qin Shu, the one she called "Brother Feng."

If it weren't for him, how could Qin Shu have rejected him?

He said harshly, "I told you, your Squirtle can't beat my Bulbasaur!"

"Hmph."

Qin Shu ignored him, a hint of delight spreading across her delicate, rosy face as the corners of her small mouth curled up.

Sure enough, Brother Feng was right—

for someone like this, just ignoring him was enough.

As for whether she could win...

With the sound of "Match start," she immediately gave her command. "Squirtle, show off the results of your training these past few days. Water Gun."

Zhang Xiaoming let out a sneer. "With your Squirtle's Water Gun, there's no way you can hit my—"

"What the hell?"

But before his laughter could fully escape, a sharp Water Gun had already landed on Bulbasaur.

The speed and precision of the Water Gun were so intense that Bulbasaur let out a pained cry. "Bulba, Bulbasaur?!"

At the same time, it looked at Squirtle with a hint of disbelief in its eyes.

Just a few days ago, Squirtle's Water Gun had barely even stung when it hit...

How could it suddenly hurt this much?

"Great, Squirtle, one more!"

Seeing the results, Qin Shu exclaimed in surprise.

"Quick... dodge..."

Though Zhang Xiaoming hurriedly gave the command, by now, Bulbasaur, already struck once, had no hope of dodging a Water Gun honed through countless training sessions against Snivy.

Watching the whole process from above, Li Bing couldn't help but praise inwardly, "Oh, this Squirtle's not bad. Its mastery of Water Gun is this refined?"

But there was one thing that puzzled him.

"Still... doesn't this feel a bit beyond what this girl could have trained?"

Because the surprise on her face seemed like she had no idea Squirtle could perform at this level...

Ah well, might as well check out the other groups.

He shook his head, stopped overthinking, and had Aegislash carry him toward Group Nine...

"Dammit, Sandshrew, use the combo move."

The Crew-cut Man stared at the Snivy before him, shock and doubt filling his eyes.

By this point in the battle, he'd already had Sandshrew use three moves:

Rollout, Poison Sting, and Fury Cutter.

But not a single move posed any real threat to the opposing Snivy.

Rollout and Poison Sting were nimbly dodged.

Fury Cutter was blocked by Leaf Blade.

The opponent didn't seem to be battling Sandshrew at all—it was treating Sandshrew like a whetstone.

"Had enough?"

Looking at the Snivy, which seemed to have grasped the situation, Lin Feng sent a thought through his Evergreen Power.

"Snivy~."

Snivy nodded.

He said casually, "Then use Vine Whip."

Even as the rolling Sandshrew had already spread its stance, using the momentum from Rollout to leap high, its claws gleaming with a stark White Light—

The next moment, Two cyan-green whips struck it like a wooden top, flinging it viciously away.

The force was so great that it was sent flying over ten meters.

This was Snivy's Vine Whip!

Its Individual Values in Speed were maxed out.

Coupled with the proficiency from "Grass Pulling,"

It could unleash a powerful whip in the span of a single breath!

The Crew-cut Man had initially smirked when he saw Snivy not even dodging Sandshrew's combo move. But now, seeing his prized combination swatted away in an instant, his eyes went wide. "What the hell? How is that possible?"

The fallen Sandshrew, after taking just one Vine Whip, could barely get back up.

This made the Crew-cut Man's eyes widen even further.

His Sandshrew—

He knew it best. Maybe it lacked in attack, but in defense and stamina, it was top-notch.

And yet now...

He asked incredulously, "How can your Snivy be this strong?"

Lin Feng paused thoughtfully. "If you have questions, go to Wutong Town and find a shop called the Neighbor Breeder House. The secret to Snivy's strength is all in there."

"Snivy~?"

Snivy turned its head, its amber-bright eyes staring at Lin Feng in confusion.

How did this involve me again...

"Be good, just a little ad." Lin Feng quietly explained through his Evergreen Power.

"Snivy..."

Snivy clearly had no idea it had already been roped in by its trainer.

"Got it. Thanks for the advice!"

The Crew-cut Man nodded seriously at him, then withdrew with his Sandshrew.

He felt he had gained a lot from this match.

Especially after seeing Lin Feng's calm expression, unchanged whether before or after victory, He understood even more.

As a trainer, one should remain unruffled even if Mount Tai collapses before them!

"This Snivy..."

Li Bing looked at Lin Feng with some surprise.

As a Gym-level trainer, His perspective was naturally different from the ordinary spectators in the Audience Seats, who had only come for the free show.

The power behind that single Vine Whip just now was absolutely not something an ordinary Grass-type Pokémon could unleash.

Moreover, Judging by the battle attitude between Snivy and its trainer just now, Both sides trusted each other completely.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."

Thinking this, he couldn't help but glance toward the Competitor Seats at Field 1, at Lapras's trainer.

He muttered inwardly, "With all that fanfare, you're not going to end up losing the chicken, are you?"