Skill Proficiency (Please Bookmark and Vote)

"Pick a leaf. Every Poison Sting must hit that one leaf. This is only the first stage of special training," Shu Tong said.

Weedle began gathering Poison-type energy. A mass of Poison-type energy transformed into one Poison Sting after another and shot out, knocking down seven or eight leaves at once.

Chii, this is too hard.

"Try to find the feeling. Don't rush it. Focus on sensing the Poison-type energy during the process," Shu Tong said to Weedle.

After encouraging Weedle, Shu Tong checked his phone again.

[Poison Sting performance at the initial proficiency level: use more than ten Poison Stings at once, and while maintaining firing speed, all Poison Stings must hit an object with a diameter of 5 cm]

This was the official standard for Poison Sting skill proficiency.

The authorities divided skill proficiency into six levels: beginner, mastery, proficient, expert, great mastery, and Mastery Beyond Perfection. The specific proficiency standards for many common basic skills could be found in the Pokédex.

Both of Weedle's skills were currently at the mastery stage. As long as Shu Tong kept supplementing its protein intake, String Shot should soon reach the proficient stage.

Poison Sting was different, however. Making more than ten Poison Stings strike a small target at the same time might have sounded simple, but it required a whole new level of control over Poison-type energy.

He had never even bothered looking into such things before, because there had been no point. Without abundant resources and exceptional talent, skill proficiency could only remain at the mastery stage.

"Well, if it isn't Shu Tong?"

Hearing the shrill, mocking voice, Shu Tong turned around and saw three people around his age. Though he had transmigrated here, their names still surfaced in his mind.

Chen Li, Pan Zhehang, and Xu Wei. All three were seniors in high school and members of the school bullying clique.

"Am I seeing things? You're special training too?" Chen Li said sarcastically.

"Does a Weedle even need special training?" Xu Wei chimed in.

"Come on, Shu Tong, you haven't given up yet? You came last in the end-of-month battle last time, then lost your training funds to our boss. What do you have left to make your Weedle stronger now? Leaves?" Pan Zhehang sneered as well.

The three of them burst into laughter.

Shu Tong snorted. After transmigrating here, he had not formed any particularly direct impression of the school bullies who had beaten Weedle half to death. But the appearance of these three reminded him.

In his previous life, he had spent many years struggling through society and understood its Laws of survival well.

And because Pokémon existed in this world, its laws were far less comprehensive. Professional Trainers were an especially high-risk profession. Every year, many Trainers died in Mystery Realms or the wilderness, and the investigation results usually came down to one conclusion: killed by Pokémon.

Shu Tong said disdainfully, "Your boss didn't come today?"

"No. What about it?" the rather slow-witted fat boy Xu Wei asked.

Chen Li immediately said, "What's with that tone? Sounds like you don't think much of us."

"You think a mere Weedle can act this arrogantly? You dare bring up our boss? Come on, let's have a match. If I don't beat you until you're crawling around looking for your teeth today, my surname isn't Pan."

As Pan Zhehang spoke, he threw out a Poké Ball. A Poochyena appeared before Shu Tong, along with its attribute information.

[Name]: Poochyena

[Type]: Dark type

[Ability]: Quick Feet

[Skill]: Tackle

[Individual Talents]: Mid-grade Attack, mid-grade Defense; low-grade Stamina, Special Attack, Special Defense, Speed

[Recent Turning Point]: Two weeks later, in the northern woods of Xichuan Town, it would covet an Ekans's eggs, fight the Ekans after it had laid eggs, and die.

"What, Pan Zhehang? Your boss isn't here, so you don't even dare wager battle? All you can do is let a mad dog bark around here. Like Trainer, like Pokémon," Shu Tong said.

"I think you're looking to die. A 5,000 wager battle—can you afford to stake that much? If you can't, then even if my Poochyena bites Weedle to death, it'll still be within the bounds of a sparring match," Pan Zhehang said.

"How about I use my Mankey? I'll wager against you," Xu Wei said eagerly.

"Fat Xu, do you know what first come, first served means? Get lost," Pan Zhehang cursed.

Chen Li said with a grin, "Pan, Fatty and I will back you up. When the time comes, how about we split those 5,000 evenly?"

"You two stand off to the side. Do I need any damn cheering squad to deal with a Weedle? Don't hold up my wager battle," Pan Zhehang said impatiently.

Xu Wei and Chen Li cursed as they walked away. "Damn it, you got lucky today. Just wait until I tell the boss about this."

Shu Tong watched the whole thing as though it were a show. School bullying was originally a social phenomenon. Sixteen- or seventeen-year-old youths were reckless and ignorant of the world, always bullying the weak to satisfy their twisted desire for attention, never realizing that once they crossed the line of the law, their lives would be ruined.

School bullying was even worse in this world because Pokémon battles were permitted by law. Even Pokémon casualties fell within legal limits, giving many bullies an opportunity. As long as they did not hurt a person, anything was allowed. The most direct method was wager battles: they would agree on an amount, and if you dared refuse to pay, they would kill your Pokémon during the battle. To protect their Pokémon, people could only obediently hand over the money.

Even if they called the police and perhaps recovered the money, once they crossed paths with those bullying groups, their Pokémon would be in danger. So most people chose to swallow their anger.

Weedle had suffered such experiences, so it hated the people before it to the bone.

"You still haven't finished discussing it? Or are you three going to fight each other first?" Shu Tong said.

Chii, are you coming one at a time to die, or all together?

Shu Tong was startled. Weedle's getting more and more confident.

"What the hell do those two have to do with this? Let's begin. Poochyena, charge in and use Tackle!" Pan Zhehang roared, as if his shout alone had already won the battle.

"Go."

Shu Tong spoke softly. Through Telepathy, he had already conveyed the necessary instructions to Weedle.

Weedle immediately fired a String Shot straight ahead. It was incredibly fast, and Poochyena was mediocre in every aspect. Before it could react, String Shot had wrapped around its neck.

As Poochyena's Trainer, Pan Zhehang was instantly dumbfounded. He had no idea what to do next.

Weedle directly swung Poochyena up and hung it from a tree branch, tugging the thread and repeatedly making Poochyena experience free fall.

Poochyena howled in pain.

Pan Zhehang and the other two were equally stunned.

"How is this possible?"

Writing is not easy. This newbie is sighing. Anyone got recommendation votes?