"Was that... Hadoken?" Marshal asked with difficulty.
He had thought Gary had inherited his senior fellow disciple Bruno's hard-fist Aiki-do.
He had never expected this young man to be even better at energy punches that projected Fighting Spirit outward.
It was ridiculous!
Little Cucumber kept patting Gurkinn in surprise. "Grandpa, look, look! Is that Aura too?"
Gurkinn's expression was solemn. "Definitely Aura. Only Aura could blend so many types of energy together. That was far too bold! Wasn't it afraid the energy would explode...?"
The entire arena was silent until the referee raised his right hand. "Sawk is unable to battle. Wartortle wins!"
The crowd erupted in an uproar.
"That was a one-shot? One move?"
"Holy shit, what did I just see? Was that Wartortle's signature move?"
"It punched Sawk into outer space?"
"Good lord~ That's terrifying!"
Mustard also smiled at Gary. "To train a Wartortle to that level... This boy really is no ordinary person."
Gary wiped away his cold sweat. Damn it! Buddy, this wasn't what we agreed on!
I told you to use a One-Star Burst finishing move. Who told you to jump straight to a Super Special Move?
So you weren't just keeping your guard up against your opponent-you were keeping secrets from me too?
"Wartortle!" Wartortle gave Young Master Mao a thumbs-up and flashed him a sparkling grin, revealing a mouthful of little white teeth...
"Well... At least we won." Young Master Mao shook his head helplessly.
Marshal trembled all over, not from fear, but excitement! It was a sign of a Fighter's adrenaline surging in desperate circumstances.
In that state, a person's irrelevant senses would be dulled, their concentration heightened, and their fighting strength would go off the charts.
A similar situation would be:
When someone threatened you with a knife: "Don't do anything