"Hot! Hot!"
Primeape waved his hands, urgently telling Roy about his recent discovery and the Black Aura on his hands.
Roy couldn't understand the Primeape's hand gestures, which were almost like hand seals, so he released his Misdreavus to act as a translator.
"Hot!... Hot!"
The Primeape anxiously told the Misdreavus, who was floating in the air, what it wanted to say to Roy and asked the Misdreavus to convey it quickly.
This was the first time Misdreavus had seen Primeape in such a hurry; it must be something very important.
"Dream!"
"You know what to do?"
Roy looked at Primeape in surprise; he had never doubted Primeape's intelligence.
After all, his Primeape was a Pokémon that could learn moves by simply watching the Pokémon on the Communicator.
Roy looked at Primeape's palm according to the Misdreavus's translation and also noticed a wisp of Black Aura swirling around Primeape's fist, which was the Black Aura that had just absorbed his Ghost Power.
After thinking it over, Roy realized that he had indeed only allowed Primeape to use Rage Fist while maintaining its rationality, because if it hadn't, Primeape wouldn't have been able to unleash eighteen Rage Fist.
However, the Rage Fist requires complete rage; excessive restraint will backfire.
Perhaps Primeape's method will work.
Good! As long as there's a way.
Seeing the expectant look on Primeape's face, Roy didn't disappoint Primeape.
"Then let's try again later!"
"Extremely popular!"
Roy took out Pokéblock specially made for Primeape to replenish Primeape stamina and Ghost-type energy.
Primeape devoured the Pokéblock, eager to try again.
Seeing Primeape eating so quickly, Roy opened a bottle of Moomoo Milk and handed it to Primeape, gently stroking its head to indicate that Primeape should eat slowly and not rush; they had plenty of time...
Feeling the warmth coming from above, Primeape was certain that he would succeed this time, and he clenched his fist tightly.
About half an hour later, the energy in the Primeape's body was restored, and the Black Aura on its body also remained stable.
Misdreavus and Snorunt were also cheering on Primeape. In their eyes, Primeape was the hardest-working member of Roy's team, without a doubt.
During training, Primeape always completes the training assigned by Roy on time every day, and even adds extra training for himself.
Even when Roy takes a break, Primeape will still come to the back mountain to complete his training, almost without fail, rain or shine.
This spirit was listed by Roy as a positive example, but of course, there are corresponding negative examples as well.
The negative material is the Dusclops. The other party has become Roy and Primeape's training tool, completely immune to any pressure. You can say whatever you want, I'm going to sleep after I finish eating.
Roy was envious of her beautiful mindset.
"Extremely popular!"
Primeape held his breath and focused, gathering the Ghostly Purple energy in his fist. He then unleashed a powerful punch with his right hand.
Second Rage Fist
The third Rage Fist
The eighteenth Rage Fist.
When Primeape unleashed its nineteenth Rage Fist, it turned to look at Roy. Their eyes met, and everything was understood without a word.
Roy, along with Misdreavus and Snorunt, hid behind a large pillar in the abandoned Training Ground, trying their best to avoid appearing in front of Primeape and getting accidentally injured.
Seeing that Roy had already dodged away, Primeape no longer suppressed his Rage. His pupils turned blood red, and his reason vanished and collapsed in the Rage in his blood.
When Primeape completely lost his mind, the Black Aura around him became even more intense.
Now, his mind was filled with the Spite that the Headband Guy had abandoned him and for what he had done before. This Spite eventually turned into Rage.
The Rage of the Primeape is not that of an ordinary wild Primeape that Rage over trivial matters like losing a Berry or being pecked Feint Spearow.
It was not a rage that had been suppressed for many years, but a raging fire that even manifested as a phantom on Primeape.
As if sensing the extreme Rage emanating from Primeape, the Black Aura began to circulate and move around Primeape's body.
Surrounded by this Black Aura, half of Primeape's arm turned grayish-brown, and its fur became ethereal, like gas.
Several hair-thin cracks appeared on the surface of an iron ring on his right wrist, while the pressure-applying training bracelet that Roy had bought for Primeape snapped in two.
Roy was secretly observing from behind the large cylinder, felt as if he could see the shadow of Annihilape in Primeape.
It really works?
This method is feasible!
The Ghost-type energy burst forth from Primeape's fist, but just as it was about to unleash its nineteenth Rage Fist...
The Black Aura around its body continued to condense on its fist, and it continued to devour the Ghost-type energy within the Primeape's body.
However, this time was different. The Black Aura directly replaced the Ghost type energy, attaching itself to Primeape's fist... and it was swung out.
It's done!
The nineteenth Rage Fist!
Just one punch away.
After throwing that punch, Primeape completely lost its strength, and its eyes regained their clarity.
Once the Primeape regained its senses and knew it had succeeded, it lay on the ground contentedly, watching the black gas in its hands solidify and cracks appear on the black iron ring in its right hand.
This was something that had never happened before; he felt as if he had just broken free from some kind of restraint.
The only slight pity is that Roy bought him a bracelet, which he then broke himself.
Roy also ran out from beside the large pillar.
"Extremely popular!"
Primeape pointed to the training bracelet Roy had bought for him, feeling a pang of guilt.
"It's okay, I'll get you a new one later."
Primeape had planned to take advantage of his breakthrough to try Encore, but before he could even stand up, he collapsed to the ground again.
The Primeape was now completely exhausted, and Roy didn't let Primeape try again, promising to let it continue tomorrow.
As Primeape received Roy's massage, he recalled the sensations from before. Although he was still one punch away from victory, he had found his direction: as long as he could absorb the Black Aura for his own use, just like before...
"It's okay, as long as we've found the direction, we can take it slowly and succeed soon."
Hearing Roy's words, Primeape clenched the Black Aura on his fist. At the current pace, he was only one punch away from finishing, but if he took it slow, he might not even make it to the end of the tournament.
He knew Roy was actually worried about him, but now he didn't want to take things slowly anymore.
This time, he might not listen to Roy as much as before.
When Roy returned to the hotel, Steven and Wallace were waiting outside. Seeing that Roy was completely unharmed, Steven's expression turned gloomy.
"That's not right! Aunt Agatha didn't beat you up?"
"Not only did the teacher not beat me, he also praised me, saying I had the potential to be a champion."
Roy certainly didn't have a pleasant look towards Steven, that traitor.
"You? I doubt even if Wallace can become a champion, you'd be a match for him."
"Hey~ Steven, what do you mean! What do you mean Wallace can become a champion? If I weren't preparing for the Pokémon Contest, I would have become a beginner Elite Four long ago."
Watching the two future champions playfully bickering, and with the long-standing issue in Primeape finally making progress, Roy was in a very good mood.
He dragged the two of them straight to the food street for a late-night snack. With his Machamp, Steven and Wallace only be pulled along by Roy.
Of course, the money for the late-night snack had to come from Steven, who had betrayed him.