Chapter 82 : A Fierce End

Seeing Charizard's defeat in the stands, Warner and Zekiel gave each other a high five. Then, they saw Stephanie looking at them with strange eyes, and said with embarrassment:

"I can't help myself, I can't help myself."

"Understood, if he loses this game, we're going to have a feast and celebrate"

Stephanie's proposal was highly approved by both Warner and Zekiel, and the eyes that looked at Stephanie were all like the same people.

It can be seen how unpopular Terry is. This happens when you flaunt your luck too much, Have you ever seen a rich kid accept he is rich , no matter the cars and bunglows.

Well, now, that his strongest Pokémon Charizard was knocked down by the opponent's Heracross, and looking at Heracross's appearance, it was obvious that he still had the strength to fight.

"Huh, Pidgeot let's eat bugs"

Terry took a deep breath, calmed down his emotions, and sent a second Pokémon statue.

He didn't expect Charizard to loss, and under the premise of the loss, he didn't seriously injure the opponent's Pokémon.

"Ashborn, can Pidgeot beat this Heracross"

Stephanie asked, and there was still some worry about Terry in her tone. After all, the other party is also her companion.

If he really loses, she will still be very happy, but also feel a like sore.

"It might be a draw"

Observing the condition of Heracross, this emotion is still full of fighting spirit, it is obvious that there is still a fighting force left in it.

"A draw? Heracross has a burned Condition, but it's still a draw?" Warner shouted.

If he didn't believe Ashborn's vision, he would definitely think that the other party was talking nonsense.

Under the burn condition, in terms of the flexibility of the Pidgeot, it can completely drag Heracross to death.

"Pi-----"

Heracross flapped its wings and charged straight towards Pidgeot, the big horn above its head flashing with white light.

"Charge with Steel Wing," Terry shouted.

This order made Zekiel angrily say:

"What is he doing, why did he let Pidgeot rush up, he can dodge it completely?"

"The more this kind of thing happens, the more Terry won't choose to avoid it. He likes to face difficulties. This is also a common problem for most fire trainers," Ashborn said.

Trainers all have their own fighting style. Ashborn's fighting style is the crushing style.

And Terry is reckless, doesn't care about adversity, just be fearless and rush in, and the more adversity, the more reckless, thinking that the fighting spirit of his and his Pokémon can change everything.

"Fire trainers are brainless idiots"

Warner said disdainfully, and Stephanie nodded seriously.

Ashborn really wants to say something, what potential do you have to nod your head?

The two major trainers recognized by the outside world are fire and fighting.

As the second brother, you still laugh at him in front of his elder brother.

But considering that the opponent's Eight direction fists are very strong, Ashborn did not say it.

It's not to provoke such a calamity for your friend's dignity which you always trample.

The two Pokémons fought for more than ten minutes and fought for more than a dozen rounds. Each round was a collision between moves, and the explosion of clash sounded continuously.

Obviously a mindless battle, but it is also the easiest way to arouse the enthusiasm of the audience. The audience's emotions were aroused, shouting and screaming to cheer for the two.

The Trainer of Heracross actually didn't want to fight Pidgeot, but he was very aware of his Pokémon.

Heracross was obviously already thinking only about the fifty jars of honey at this time, and he only had the most direct way to defeat the opponent in his mind.

If he really chooses to avoid the attack of the eagle, it will disrupt the rhythm of Heracross itself, so as a Trainer, he is now cooperating with Heracross, focusing on Heracross's own thoughts, and issuing instructions.

"Heracross Mega Horn"

"The Wing Attack"

"Heraaa"

"Piii____"

Both Pokémon roared and their moves collided in mid-air.

With a loud bang, a huge mushroom cloud rose from the field, and the air waves swept around, like a knife normally shaving off a thin layer of the battle field.

Two Pokémons also blew out in the explosion, fell on both sides of the field, and were bounced off by the protective cover.

"Both Pidgeot and Heracross are also incapacitated," said the referee.

As Ashborn said, the result of the game was a draw.

"Come back, Heracross. Fifty jars of honey will be waiting for you when you wake up," the Trainer said to the Poké Ball, sounding a bit pained.

This honey wasn't ordinary; it was produced by Three types of Honeys, with each jar costing 100,000 Pokes. The Trainer had spent 5 million on this battle alone.

"This blasted Pokémon better not mess up now. I can't let Stephanie laugh at me for this," Terry muttered, clutching his last Poké Ball.

"Camerupt!"

His opponent sent out their second Pokémon, Pinsir.

Pinsir, a ferocious Bug-type Pokémon, was known for its powerful pincers. It loved to use its signature move, Vice Grip, to crush its prey.

"Camerupt, Flamethrower!"

The distance between the two Pokémon was still significant, and Pinsir easily dodged the Flamethrower as it charged toward Camerupt.

"That's what I'm talking about, Camerupt! Earth Power!"

Rocks erupted from the ground around Pinsir, momentarily trapping it. Pinsir's body flickered, indicating that the Earth Power had lowered its Special Defense.

"Hahaha! I knew I was the luckiest Trainer alive!" Terry exclaimed, his earlier losses forgotten.

"Camerupt, Flamethrower!" Terry roared.

"Pinsir, Focus Blast!"

Although Pinsir was trapped, its mouth remained free.

It unleashed a Focus Blast, shattering the rocks that held it just as the Flamethrower approached.

"Now, Bulldoze!"

Terry had anticipated Pinsir's escape. Camerupt was already upon Pinsir, raising its hooves for a powerful stomp.

"Vice Grip!"

Pinsir's eyes blazed with fury. Its pincers, like a viper's fangs, clamped onto Camerupt's body, but Camerupt's Bulldoze continued.

With two loud bangs, Pinsir's face contorted in pain from the stomping, but it refused to release its grip, squeezing even harder.

"Keep it up, use Submission!"

"Think of something beautiful, Camerupt. Use Lava Plume!"

Black smoke billowed from Camerupt's chimneys, accompanied by a shower of sparks.

Pinsir finally couldn't endure the heat, releasing its grip on Camerupt, leaving two deep wounds.

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