Chapter 121: Fearow

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Soon, the Pokémon battle in front of Sato concluded, and a female staff member came over to notify him that it was his turn in the next match.

Receiving the notice, Sato climbed the steps to the battle platform, and as he ascended, the crowd began cheering for him.

Apparently, in his last match, Sato had defeated the once-arrogant Ishida Taro, instantly gaining quite a few fans.

When Sato reached the battle platform, his opponent on the opposite side was already waiting impatiently, glaring at him with a displeased expression.

This time, Sato's opponent was a yellow-haired thug with a gaudy, unconventional hairstyle. He wore a highly eccentric jacket that exposed his scarred chest, and he twirled a black PokeBall between his fingers.

"Hmph, don't think you're so great just because you beat Ishida Taro! Let me show you what a real Pokémon battle looks like. Just don't cry afterward, hahahaha!"

Seeing Sato step onto the platform, the thug flashed a twisted smile, taunting him with a mocking tone.

Unfazed by the thug's threats, Sato maintained his impassive expression. Now that he was on this thrilling stage, his mind was consumed solely by battle strategies, with no other distractions.

Sato recalled seeing this yellow-haired thug in a previous match. Surprisingly, he was already up for another round. Sato remembered the thug's name as Kuroishi, though he suspected it was just a made-up alias.

The previous battle took place on a Grass Field. Kuroishi had sent out his Magmar, while his opponent, being the first to act, chose a Scyther, suitable for a grassy terrain.

As expected, the outcome was one-sided; with the type advantage, Kuroishi's Magmar easily defeated Scyther, leaving it with severe burns. If Scyther's trainer hadn't quickly recalled it into its PokeBall, Scyther might have been fatally burned by Magmar.

In general, Kuroishi was far more ruthless than Ishida Taro; he would seize any opportunity to deal brutal attacks on his opponent's Pokémon.

"And here we have it! Contestant Sato is back on the battle stage, and his opponent this time is Kuroishi, who boasts 25 wins. Sato recently delivered a swift victory over Ishida Taro, who had 21 wins, so we can expect both contestants to be quite strong. Alright, no more delay—let's get the battle roulette spinning!"

With both contestants in position, the announcer gave a brief introduction and signaled for the battle roulette to determine the starting player and the battlefield.

As soon as the announcer finished, the backstage crew activated both roulettes. After a rapid spin, one pointer landed on Sato, while the other pointed to the Water Field.

"Yes! The roulette has stopped! According to the results, Sato is the starting player, and the battle will take place on the Water Field. What kind of exciting showdown will we see? Let's find out!"

With the announcement, the battlefield began to change. A massive water pool, at least twenty meters deep, rose from beneath separating steel panels, with white floating platforms scattered across its surface and a wooden bridge connecting both ends of the pool.

"Let's do this, Bellossom! This battle's yours!"

As the Water Field settled, Sato opened his PokeBall, allowing Bellossom to gracefully land on the wooden bridge.

Since his opponent had previously used Magmar, and this terrain was unsuitable for it, Sato decided to send in Bellossom, who could counter Water-types.

However, being the starting player, Sato knew he was bound to face a counter from his opponent, who could choose a Pokémon advantageous over Bellossom.

Though Bellossom's Grass type naturally counters Water-types suited for a Water Field, this terrain posed little difficulty for Flying-type Pokémon.

As expected, Sato was ultimately unprepared for the specific details about his opponent's Pokémon. After he sent out Bellossom, Kuroishi flashed a smug smile and released a Fearow radiating a menacing aura.

"Caaaw~~~!"

Fearow let out a sharp cry the moment it emerged from the PokeBall, then beat its wings forcefully, sending a strong gust of wind toward Bellossom on the wooden bridge. Bellossom had to steady itself by gripping the bridge to withstand the fierce wind.

Right from the start, this aggressive Fearow delivered an intimidating display to Bellossom.

At this moment, Sato quickly used the system's detection ability to scan and assess Fearow's details.

Pokémon: Fearow

Level: 28

Type: Flying/Normal

Ability: Keen Eye

Gender: Male

Known Moves: Drill Run, Peck, Leer, Growl, Pursuit, Fury Attack, Aerial Ace, Mirror Move, Assurance, Agility, Heat Wave (TM), Air Slash (TM), Protect (TM)

"This is going to be tough. In terms of both type and moves, my opponent's Fearow has a full advantage over Bellossom. To win, I'll have to outsmart him with something unexpected."

Reviewing Fearow's stats provided by the system, Sato kept his face neutral, but he couldn't help feeling some internal concern, his eyes reflecting his serious thoughts.

For Sato and Bellossom, this would be a hard-fought battle. Without a teammate to rely on, guiding Bellossom to overcome the type disadvantage and defeat Fearow alone would be a significant challenge.

Especially since Bellossom hadn't learned any moves specifically countering Flying-types. If they were to win, it would have to be through a clever strategy; otherwise, with both Pokémon at nearly the same level, defeat would be inevitable.

As the referee lowered the flag, the battle officially began.

From watching previous matches, Sato noticed that the Pokémon here all shared one trait—they instinctively seized the opportunity to attack first. As soon as the referee's flag dropped, even if their trainer didn't issue a command, they would rush to strike.

Just as Sato anticipated, the instant the referee's flag fell, Fearow launched into action. It spread its broad wings and swooped down at once.

At the same time, its sharp beak became enveloped in a concentrated Flying-type energy, with the tip slicing through the air, scattering wisps of white streaks in its wake.

In this moment, Fearow's rapid descent resembled a fighter jet targeting Bellossom on the wooden bridge below, creating an immense sense of pressure.

It was like an eagle's strike from the skies!

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