Decisive Battle with Persian (Please Follow)

The mere words "Mastery Tier" were deafening. Sun Youzhong stared at Weedle in disbelief. How had its Poison Sting skill reached the Mastery Tier as well?

Even the Pokémon of ordinary Professional Trainers rarely had skills that reached the Mastery Tier.

Having even one Mastery Tier skill was already like possessing a trump card. How did it have two at once?

Amid a chorus of astonishment, Weedle's Poison Stings fell like scattered flowers from a celestial maiden.

Persian had to deal not only with the Poison Stings coming from the front, but also those raining down from above.

"Meow!"

Persian was struck by the falling Poison Stings and let out a heart-wrenching howl.

Yet at that moment, Persian had also finished sealing the energy of its other attributes.

"Persian, charge! Tear that bug to pieces!" Wu Hongzhen roared.

Persian could only make a last stand. It had already been poisoned.

And Wu Hongzhen had just witnessed Weedle's venom firsthand. Although his Persian was stronger than Ponyta and the others, it definitely would not be able to hold out for long.

Fortunately, at the final moment, Persian finished preparing Last Resort. A powerful surge of energy erupted from its body.

"Meow!"

Persian let out one final roar and swung its claws. The Poison Stings were knocked aside one after another, and even the scattered energy prevented the Poison Stings falling from the sky from harming Persian any further.

"Persian still has the upper hand. Shu Tong is still too inexperienced." Cheng Du chuckled.

Seeing Persian break through its predicament, Yang Ke felt especially pleased. Taking this chance to needle Qian Kaile—nothing could be more entertaining.

Most people had put away their phones, feeling there was nothing left worth filming. Although Pan Zhehang and Xu Wei wanted to ride the wave of popularity, they were now cheering for Persian. The two of them displayed their fence-sitting nature to the fullest.

Even Qian Kaile began to wonder, Is this really all there is to it?

Persian charged forward with overwhelming momentum.

"Chirp!"

Weedle used Poison Sting again, but this time it did not attack from the front. Instead, the stings fell from the air, carpeting Persian's path.

Persian hesitated.

"Charge through! The longer this drags on, the worse it is for us!" Wu Hongzhen said through gritted teeth. He had never expected this battle to be so stifling. It felt as though he had never managed to find his rhythm. Fortunately, Persian was strong enough. Victory was close at hand.

"Meow!"

Persian rallied itself and charged forward through the pain, though its speed had slowed by more than half.

Weedle was not idle either. Massive amounts of Poison type energy first armored its body, then Poison type energy rapidly gathered around its horn. The horn had now grown longer than Weedle's body, the condensed energy turning a dark purplish black.

By the time Persian reached it, it was already at the end of its strength. It swung its enormous energy claws at Weedle.

Weedle met the attack with its poison horn.

"They're actually deadlocked?" Those who had already put down their phones picked them back up.

"How could Weedle possibly have the strength to confront Persian head-on in a clash of skills?"

"Are you idiots? Didn't you see that Persian is already poisoned? And it kept suffering damage from Poison Sting during its advance. Shu Tong led Persian into his rhythm step by step. That's too strong," Qian Kaile said.

"Hmph, they're only deadlocked. It's still too early to say who'll win," Wang Jing said unhappily.

Riiip!

The poison inside Persian's body suddenly resonated with Weedle's poison horn, violently draining Persian's stamina.

Persian's body jerked, and it began to convulse all over.

As though breaking free of shackles, Weedle thrust forward, driving its entire poison horn into Persian's body.

Persian did not even manage to let out one final cry before collapsing limply to the ground, completely unconscious.

Shu Tong snorted. If it weren't for the protection of Mystery Realm Energy, it would have died long ago.

Wu Hongzhen's hands trembled. Not a single student in the class dared to make a sound. Such a domineering existence had still lost.

Anyone could see that Wu Hongzhen had given it his all, yet he still could not defeat Weedle. This was a genuine gap in strength.

"Failure doesn't taste very good, does it?" Shu Tong said with a chuckle as he recalled Weedle.

Wu Hongzhen's heart was filled with unwillingness, anger, humiliation, and jealousy. For a moment, he had no idea how to end this. He even wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.

Shu Tong's words were like a sharp blade piercing his heart.

"You!" Wu Hongzhen suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with ferocity.

"Don't get so worked up. You'll fail often in the future. You'll get used to it," Shu Tong said mockingly.

"Just you wait. I really hate that time when I didn't—" Wu Hongzhen swallowed the words that reached his lips. If he publicly revealed that he had nearly beaten Weedle to death during their wager battle, it would definitely leave a terrible impression. At least he had not completely lost his head.

"I hope you'll still have an opportunity like that in the future." Shu Tong deliberately needled Wu Hongzhen to stall him from treating Persian.

If Weedle's poison was not removed promptly, even if it was not fatal, it would severely affect Persian's future growth in strength.

The homeroom teacher roared, "Wu Hongzhen, why are you still standing here talking? Don't you know Persian urgently needs treatment? Did losing one battle make you lose your brain too?"

Only then did Wu Hongzhen remember the barely breathing Persian. He hurriedly recalled it into its Poké Ball and ran toward the infirmary under everyone's watchful eyes, running faster and faster. He had the illusion that most of them were discussing him behind his back.

Shu Tong naturally took the first seat and waited for someone to challenge him.

But after witnessing Shu Tong's strength, who would dare challenge him?

What followed was the real class challenge tournament, with three or four matches happening at once. Watching the clumsy back-and-forth battles on the field, Shu Tong truly realized just how much Weedle had improved over the past month.

Shu Tong slipped his hand into his pocket and sent Viridian Force into Weedle's body. The signs of evolution feeding back to him were becoming stronger and stronger.

An ordinary wild Weedle should have evolved long ago, but Viridian Force could determine the best timing for a Pokémon's evolution. Therefore, Weedle, having absorbed Viridian Force, would evolve only when the optimal moment arrived.

It's time to evolve. In Weedle's Recent Turning Point, the Mystery Realm invasion that was supposed to happen two months later has changed to a month and a half later. In other words, the Mystery Realm will open around the middle to late part of next month. Before then, Weedle must evolve into Beedrill.

"So, does it feel good?" Qian Kaile asked as he sat beside Shu Tong.

"Not bad." Shu Tong smiled readily.

"Tomorrow, you'll participate in the schoolwide end-of-month assessment battle as a seeded contestant. Since you defeated Wu Hongzhen, you're basically the number one student in the whole school. And being number one comes with a special benefit," Qian Kaile said.

"A benefit?"

Thanks to Heart of Void for the reward