Most Psychic-type Pokémon were fragile against physical attacks.
He was excellent across the board, which was why Annihilape had the nickname "Brother Monkey."
"What a cool Pokémon."
"Cool, right? But he's not easy to raise." Wude patted Annihilape. "This Pokémon has an even worse temper than Primeape. His trainer has to be strong enough to earn his approval. Even raising him from a young age doesn't necessarily give you high compatibility."
"Oh? Shen Qi."
Drenched in sweat, Xinyan walked over with three sturdy male and female students.
They were the trainers representing the Fighting Dojo in T3. Xinyan had yet to earn his T2 certification, and the other trainers had even more reason to take the Autumn Race seriously.
They had just finished training. Hearing that Shen Qi had come to visit, they shouted, "Come on! Barbecue and a bath!"
"Woo!!!"
The screen showed a friend's update: a group photo of Shen Qi soaking in a pool with a bunch of burly men and physically attacking Pokémon.
Crack, crack, crack... The phone groaned as the hand holding it squeezed it hard enough to crack.
"M-Miss Lisia!?"
Lisia's actions startled the makeup artist working on her. "What's wrong?"
"That wretched Shen Qi!"
Lisia flung the cracked phone onto the floor.
"He promised to come watch my stage performance at the Jubilife City celebration! And he went off to bathe at the Fighting Dojo instead!"
Am I really less attractive than a bunch of burly men?!?!
Argh!
Lisia learned Rage Fist!
Chapter 700: The T2 plan
"Little Sheep!"
At Lisia's villa in Celadon City, a servant opened the door, and Shen Qi finally saw the Little Sheep again after a long absence.
After sitting in the underground garage for so long, its battery had gone flat, leaving it unable to