A Long Illness Makes the Doctor (Please Read On)

"Go, Sneasel." Wang Jing finally felt relieved. Victory was right before her eyes.

The homeroom teacher watched the String Shot flying through the air, as well as Sneasel, now close enough to Weedle to strike, and prepared to announce the result. That String Shot was certainly impressive, but before a true expert, it pales in comparison. Even if it contains tremendous energy, what use is it if it can't hit its target?

Just as Sneasel was about to leap in for an attack, another five strands of String Shot suddenly shot from Weedle's mouth.

The sudden change startled Wang Jing, but having undergone professional special training, her reactions were far superior to Lu Yixiang's. She immediately ordered, "Sneasel, use Scratch to cut through those strings."

No one in the class could understand what Weedle was doing.

Qian Kaile even cried out, "Holy shit! Boss, just how many secret moves have you been hiding?"

"Can String Shot be used like that?"

"I've never seen this before. The first String Shot still hasn't been bitten through or reeled back in, so how can it fire another five strands from its mouth? And those five strands are tangled together. There's no way to dodge them."

The corners of Shu Tong's lips rose slightly. Everything was going according to his expectations. At the "Mastery" level, String Shot could already begin to touch upon the essence of energy. Within the fixed methods of using a move, one could control it as one pleased.

The first strand of String Shot had merely been a decoy. Under the control of Bug-type energy, it had become as rigid as a straight lever.

The five strands fired now were meant to disrupt Sneasel's rhythm.

Sneasel was indeed incredibly strong. It swung both claws, scattering the strings in disarray while also protecting its front completely.

"Wang Jing, Sneasel, keep it suppressed!" Wu Hongzhen finally could not hold back any longer and stood up as he spoke.

"Hey, do you like Wang Jing or something?" Qian Kaile asked Wu Hongzhen with raised brows.

"I don't have time for you," Wu Hongzhen said.

"Let me tell you, you used to have everything going for you. Girls should've liked you a lot. But your heart is too dark, you're too vile, and you have no shame. Who could possibly like you?" Qian Kaile said.

"Don't think I wouldn't dare teach you a lesson." Wu Hongzhen stared ahead, lowering his voice, though his expression remained calm.

"What, you think I'm afraid of you?" Qian Kaile said disdainfully.

"This String Shot!" the homeroom teacher suddenly shouted.

Everyone's hearts skipped a beat. "It moved? How is that possible?"

The strand of String Shot that had been fired earlier suddenly contracted at high speed. It whipped around from behind Sneasel, directly binding its waist before yanking hard.

Sneasel instantly lost its balance and fell backward.

At that very instant, the five strands in front of it tightly bound Sneasel hand and foot.

"Sneasel, Break Free! Break Free!" Wang Jing was sweating so heavily that it washed away all her makeup, revealing a startlingly bare face.

Qian Kaile clicked his tongue twice and said, "Break Free? What kind of move is that?"

Unfortunately, the effect of the move "Break Free" was far inferior to moves like "Get Up" and "Don't Give Up."

"Mastery"-level String Shot would never normally appear on Pokémon like Weedle or Caterpie, because their evolution cycles were too fast. Such a short period could not possibly allow their String Shot proficiency to reach such a high level.

Perhaps only Pokémon such as Ariados might possess "Mastery"-level String Shot.

Sneasel continued struggling while Weedle simply watched. It did not need to do anything. With that little strength alone, Sneasel could never break free from the String Shot.

In the end, the homeroom teacher said to Wang Jing, "Recall Sneasel. It's no match for Weedle."

As the first top student to be defeated, Wang Jing was filled with unwillingness. She truly did not want to admit defeat and had kept holding on. The homeroom teacher's words were like a bolt from the blue, completely shattering her mental defenses.

After recalling Sneasel, Wang Jing bit her red lips and said bitterly, "I wasn't prepared enough this time. I won't lose next time."

"How about I wait for you at fifth place? You can come challenge me again soon," Shu Tong said.

"You—" Wang Jing stormed off to the infirmary, because she would definitely come back shortly to fight her way up several more ranks.

After Wang Jing left, the entire class fell silent. Every gaze focused on Shu Tong.

Today's shock had been far too great for everyone. Shu Tong, who had been in last place, had already reached fifth place, and he had encountered almost no serious resistance. Every match had been a complete stomp.

"Do you think Shu Tong will keep challenging people?"

"I don't think there's any need. He should quit while he's ahead. If he keeps going, where will Old Sun put his face?"

"Tch, it'd be good to slap him in the face. He goes on and on about top students every day, as if the rest of us aren't even human."

"That's true. I support Shu Tong continuing his challenges too."

"Don't worry, he'll definitely keep challenging people," Pan Zhehang and Xu Wei said.

"Huh? Why do I get the feeling that you two know Shu Tong really well?"

"How should I put it? A long illness makes the doctor."

"Are you going to continue challenging?" homeroom teacher Sun Youzhong asked.

"I'm waiting," Shu Tong said.

"Waiting for what?" the homeroom teacher asked.

Shu Tong pointed at Wu Hongzhen and said, "Sixth, eighth, and ninth are all people from your little gang, right? Why aren't they coming to challenge me? Are they scared already?"

Wu Hongzhen said, "What are you talking about? Whether they challenge you or not is their own choice. What does it have to do with me?"

Shu Tong said contemptuously, "Heh, what a pity. I can't hear the barking dogs anymore."

"What did you say? I, Yang Ke, would like to see whether a Weedle can really turn the world upside down with nothing but String Shot!" As he spoke, a young man with a pompadour swaggered forward.

Wu Hongzhen cursed inwardly, This idiot. Going up now is basically admitting it without being asked.

"Come on, sixth place. A top student too. Not bad, not bad. Your courage is commendable, unlike certain turtles hiding in their shells."

Shu Tong's words struck like needles. Few rebellious teenagers could withstand that kind of provocation, or else betting battles would not have become so popular.

The students ranked eighth and ninth looked around in every direction. As long as they were not embarrassed, it was everyone else who would be embarrassed. After all, no one had named them directly.

Qian Kaile, who was ranked seventh, said to the two of them, "Diao Peng, Xue Fei, he's talking about you two."

Qian Kaile's godlike assist nearly made Diao Peng and Xue Fei cough up blood. Neither of them even counted as a top student, and going up would just mean getting beaten up. They had been worrying about how to get out of this, but Yang Ke had rushed forward at just the right time.

"Come out, Corphish! Clip that bug into two pieces for me."

"Heh, heh, heh."

After Corphish appeared, it waved its two pincers.

"Use Bubble Beam." Without even waiting for the homeroom teacher to announce the start, Yang Ke directly ordered Corphish to attack.

Corphish extended one pincer like a cannon barrel, firing a stream of bubbles with tremendous force toward Weedle.