Pokémon: Black Fantasy
Chapter 833

Pokémon Battles Were Essentially a Game of Sportsmanship

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Wind Floc Town.

Compared to its early agricultural development three years ago, the town had expanded by an unknown number of times.

Heiduo had once encountered a few Beartic here that did not know their place, eagerly coming forward to pick a fight.

Only in the Pokémon World would they merely have wanted to rob him. In his previous life, they would have been skinned and made into coats or blankets long ago.

Wearing a white bear would have looked pretty damn cool.

Unfortunately, Heiduo was not fond of Beartic, nor was he fond of its pre-evolution, Cubchoo. That long string of "snot" dangling from its nose was impossible to appreciate. Vanillite and Bergmite, Ice types from the same generation, at least looked decent.

Besides, one was a Snowy Weather setter and supposedly the only pure Ice type after its final Evolution; the other was a massive physical wall whose final Evolution was a table... Ahem, it looked like a table made of ice.

If he remembered correctly, the sightings had been reported in—

[Frost Cavern].

"Wooo..."

Faced with the unceasing cold air blowing out of the cave, Umbreon could not help trembling slightly.

"So cold."

In the anime, an unbelievably powerful Abomasnow had once appeared here, along with a Snover that, despite being an Ice-type Pokémon, could catch a fever.

"It is pretty cold."

Heiduo pulled a windproof coat from Gengar's belly and put it on.

He was not afraid of the cold. Even if he stripped naked and stood in the freezing wind all night, he would have been fine.

But being fine did not mean Heiduo enjoyed getting blasted by cold winds.

He walked into the cave.

In an instant, bone-piercing frost poured over Umbreon like rain, making him yelp as he immediately burrowed into

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