One Kick Was All It Took-What More Was There to Say?

"What are you looking at? You, the trash. If you don't want your Pokémon seriously injured, surrender early and stop wasting my time."

The battle had yet to begin. The vast arena was noisy, and since the loudspeakers were not connected, Wang Wen naturally acted without restraint.

Su Hao: "..."

Wang Wen's haughty gaze and contemptuous Aura fluctuations nearly made Su Hao lose his composure, letting him witness the diversity of life.

Fine. Su Hao had felt a little sorry for Wang Wen just now, but he took that back.

Though Wang Wen was eight or nine years older than him, an overgrown chuunibyou still needed to be taught a lesson by society.

Su Hao ignored him and turned to the referee watching from the side. "I'm ready. Can we begin?"

The referee froze, not expecting Xiao Ming to be so calm. Still, he did not forget his duties and nodded. "Both sides, please return to your positions, release your Pokémon, and prepare to begin."

"Tch, what a poser."

Wang Wen shot Su Hao a glance, cursing under his breath as he returned to his command position and took out a Poké Ball with a playful expression.

He had already looked over his opponent's information before the match. The line saying that he had only registered as a Trainer a few days ago had nearly made him laugh aloud.

The rule allowing any Trainer from Rong City to register without a strength limit was utter garbage, but it would save him some effort.

Su Hao also returned to his position, took out a Poké Ball, and released his Pokémon alongside Wang Wen.

On the left was a Weavile with a vivid red crest.

On the right was Zeraora, its golden fur seeming plated in gold beneath the sun, its long