In the screen, the red dot of Rec flashes.
Shooting upwards, Lu Ye's back is facing the camera as he walks out towards the bustling venue.
Mobile Rotom hovered around, and viewers from the live broadcast room immediately rushed in.
"Here it comes, first person perspective!"
"Teacher Lu won't play baby cup anymore! (crying voice)"
"It's just a king of kings competition, isn't it just beating a baby?"
"Kill Lu Bao!"
Lu Ye walked out of the long contestant passage.
The sun is shining.
The audience in the stands on all sides burst into cheers at once.
Standing in the center of the sound wave, Lu Ye looked at Wu Song who was standing in front of him, and suddenly felt a little unreal.
A year ago, I saw the championship league between Wusong and Girona on TV.
One year later, he was already standing here, challenging the strongest king of the Sinnoh League.
Boom, boom.
The heartbeat was not rapid.
Lu Ye has accepted all of this calmly, as real as the Poké Ball in his hand.
“‘When the trainer and Pokémon are in tune with each other, a brilliant battle begins.’” Wusong crossed his arms, resting his mirror frame on his chest, and said with a smile.
"What?"
"It's a novel I just read." Wu Song shrugged. "If I don't hurry up, I may not have the chance to read it."
“No…” Wu Song corrected himself and smiled calmly: “Maybe there will be more time in the future.”
Lu Ye: "... I have no intention of taking over the position of Heavenly King."
Wu Song was stunned.
"No, no plans to take over?"
"I forgot to tell you before." Lu Ye said apologetically: "After a while... I plan to travel to Carlos."
“…” Wusong stretched out his trembling hand and pushed the frame.
In the end,
Accepting Mr. Lu’s challenge is also part of working overtime! ? (*?)
"Hurry up..."
Wu Song held his forehead with his hand and groaned:
"Start the battle now!"
Chapter 612 Do You Know Pokémon Battles Too
The sun is shining.
The audience in the stands on all four sides of the main stadium cheered in unison, making the sound deafening.
Standing on the big screen, Lu Ye and Wu Song lit up four Poké Balls respectively.
The Champions League adopts a 6-choose-4 singles mode, which also limits the number of moves, so tactical selection becomes crucial.
Wusong's burgundy suit shone in the sun. He held a book in his left hand and crossed his arms across his chest, while he held his lavender glasses with his right hand, trying to calm his rising blood pressure.
Calm down, calm down!
This is definitely a trash talk tactic.
I can't be disturbed by Teacher Lu!
The deafening cheers all around seemed to disappear. Wu Song adjusted his breathing and gradually a faint smile emerged on his face.
Is this the trainer that Professor Oak calls "the man of tactics"
Feel sorry.
I've seen through this tactic!
Lu Ye asked tentatively: "Then when you go back... do you still have to work overtime?"
Wu Song’s smile froze: “…”
"What is Mr. Lu talking about with King Wusong?"
In the noisy spectator seats, Ajin scratched his head curiously.
"Maybe it's just a greeting." Xiaoyin replied.
"Is it my illusion..."
Xiba folded his strong arms and narrowed his eyes slightly.
As a fighter, Shiba is extremely sensitive to the illusory "qi".
For people with super powers, this "qi" refers to mental power. And according to the wave guide messenger, it is the "wave guide" that exists in all things.
Xiba was keenly aware of the decline in Wusong's condition.
But what exactly is the reason for this
Xiba whispered: "Could it be that Mr. Lu's psychological offensive was successful..."
Teacher Lu was just asking politely.
Similar to daily greetings like "Have you eaten?"
The "trash talk" tactic automatically takes effect... This is probably the inherent ability of the "tactical man"!
Cheers from the stands on all sides surged toward the battlefield.
The netizens waved green onion-shaped cheerleading sticks, and Wusong’s fans waved banners.
"Come on, Mr. Lu, meow!"
The trio hung a sales board, stood by the railing of the stands, and shouted with their hands like microphones.
As the audience stared in astonishment, Weng really jumped out of the Poké Ball and saluted:
"Ss ...
The referee looked back and forth at Wu Song and Lu Ye, asking with his eyes whether they were ready.
Lu Ye nodded slightly.
"Koujie~" Gengar did not make his debut. He jumped happily from the shadows to Teacher Lu's side, grinning.
Who's ready
I'm ready!
Wu Song stared at Lu Ye, his purple plain mirror reflecting the light, and he regained his sanity and faith.
As the strongest king of Sinnoh, he appeared in Hunter J's arrest operation and the wild Pokémon riot in Tianguan Mountain.
He is well-read and knowledgeable, and has great respect for Mr. Lu, who is good at tactics.
But at the same time, when the elves are fighting, even scholars must fight with all their might and burning fighting spirit!
Wusong stood still gracefully and nodded slightly.
"Please both parties prepare—"
The referee held the flag high and waved it down quickly.
"The battle begins!"
Wusong pushed the flat mirror and threw the Poké Ball lightly. The ball cover opened with a "bang" and a white light flew out.
"Go, Bronze Bell!"
The white light flew to the battlefield, and a bronze bell with intricate patterns emerged. The bell body glowed with the ancient luster of bronze, and the crossbar was spread out like an arm, floating on the field, and its eyes glowed with a faint red light.
One of Wusong's signature Pokémon, Bronze Bell.
His bronze bell is extremely good at "Trick Space". Since "Trick Space" changes the speed of space flow within a range, slow elves can move faster.
For the heavy bronze bell, "magic space" is undoubtedly the best means of controlling the situation.
Wusong's Bronze Bell also has a perfect control over gravity. Pokémon under gravity control find it difficult to dodge the hypnotic beam and can be easily hypnotized by the Bronze Bell.
It was with this move that Wusong was able to maintain his success in the King's Cup.
In other words, Wusong's tactical play is very similar to Mr. Lu's, both of which are "control the situation and disgust the opponent"!
A series of barrages flew across the live broadcast room.
“Start to improve your quality!”
"Wusong is also an old dirty trick player."
"What a dirty trick! This is clearly a showdown with the fighting party! (laughs)"
A bronze bell floats in the venue.
At the same moment, Mr. Lu threw the Poké Ball, and the field sparkled for a moment.
"Qiajiduyi~(o?▽?)o"
Togepi landed lightly on the ground and spread out his little hands.
Just as Ajin was about to say something, Pokotaro appeared beside him.
"Poktaro takes good care of his sister." Ami, wearing a white dress, sat beside him and said with a smile.
"Poko~(*^▽^*)" Pokotaro stretched out his short wings and scratched his head.
Ah Jin: "I..."
"Pok? (〝▼皿▼)" Poktaro turned his head.
Ah Jin: (⊙x⊙;)
The stadium rang out in unison with "AWSL"
When Wusong saw Togepi appear, he frowned slightly.
Pokémon's speed is even slower than the Bronze Bell... This is equivalent to directly blocking the feasibility of the "Trick Space".
Moreover, Mr. Lu might want to use Togepi's short-distance "relay" tactics to strengthen other attackers!
“… That’s really underestimating me.”
Wu Song raised the corner of his mouth, stretched out his arm and said: "Bronze bell, earthquake!"
The live broadcast room was suddenly in an uproar.
"You are a super power king, and you are going to create an earthquake?!"
"Expanding the attack area... This makes sense!"
Boom!
The bronze bell fell from the sky like a piece of steel hitting the ground.
The ground suddenly cracked and sank, and violent shock waves swept towards Pokémon's direction, like a roaring beast, shaking up gravel and dust all over the sky!
"Pokebi, hold on!" Lu Ye commanded.
"Du Yi~"
The earthquake came crashing down, and Togepi stood on the shaky ground, as if he was standing on a small boat. He closed his eyes and clenched his hands, and an emerald green barrier lit up around the eggshell.
Boom!
Dust flew everywhere and the stadium shook.
The audience held their breath and looked at the shaking field.
The ground was torn like a spider web, and Togepi stood in the center where the dust had cleared, waving his hands safely.