My Pokemon Aren’t Quite Right

The competition in Group A ended, and all the audience were shocked by Lucario's suppression.

Facing the champion of the competition area, he completed a one-through-three and won a crushing victory.

More importantly, Lu Cheng defeated the master of fighting with the fighting system, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is not an exaggeration to kill someone!

"Let me just say, Lu Cheng has already been a Heavenly King, but he's just pretending!"

"Hey, what should I say, you think I'm a master of flying, but I'm actually a master of fighting."

"That's it, that's it!?"

With Lucario's eye-catching performance, Lu Cheng became the favorite to win the championship.

And no matter who it is, it is impossible to ignore the powerful strength displayed by that Darkley.

As long as there is the deterrence of the legendary elves, the opponent must make tactical adjustments.

So for trainers, strength is the best tactic!

Lu Cheng's momentum to win the championship became more and more powerful, but Lu Cheng himself became more and more calm.

But it's the top sixteen,

It's not time to be proud.

And the players in other groups cannot be ignored.

After finishing the daily training, Lu Cheng planned to go to the competition venue to watch the battle of Group B.

That is the much-anticipated duel between two master trainers, Mu Haoyun and Xing Feng.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Lu Cheng suddenly stopped in his tracks and looked at the man in front of him in surprise.

The most powerful heavenly king in the alliance, the dragon heavenly king with the friendship between gods and beasts, Jiang Ziqian.

"Are you free for a chat?" Jiang Ziqian lowered his sunglasses and nodded slightly.

Athletes Village, Cafe.

"I came here this time to tell you something." Jiang Ziqian said straight to the point,

"About next October, the Kings Tournament to be held in Tokyo."

Lu Cheng was slightly taken aback.

He had heard about the Heavenly Kings Competition from Du Zhe.

It is said that the heavenly kings from all over the world will gather together to decide the title of the strongest heavenly king in a tournament.

And since it is going out in the form of a country, Hua Guo will naturally send its own strongest team of heavenly kings.

"Jiang Tianwang." Lu Cheng scratched his cheek and said awkwardly, "I'm just a junior in the second half of the year."

"Let me go to the Heavenly King Competition...wouldn't it be earlier?"

"It is precisely because you are young that I have taken a fancy to you." Jiang Ziqian slightly nodded,

"In fact, the Heavenly Kings Competition is also an exchange competition for young trainers from all over the world."

"Leaded by the king of heaven, the team is divided into two groups, the master group and the youth group. The required age for the youth group is under 25 years old."

"Looking at the whole country, those who have the ability to fight..." Jiang Ziqian smiled slightly, "Who else but you?"

Lu Cheng was taken aback.

"So, let me participate in the World Championships in the youth group?"

Jiang Ziqian nodded: "Almost, but you have to know that the youth group's points are also counted in the national team's total points."

"That is to say, even the youth group is an important part of the competition ranking."

Under Jiang Ziqian's explanation,

Lu Cheng's complexion gradually became strange.

He thought that Jiang Ziqian was planning to invite him to participate in the Heavenly King Competition.

But who would have thought that he was asked to go to the youth group to test the waters?

But this is normal, with Lu Cheng's strength, there is still a certain gap between him and the king of heaven.

But Lu Cheng is confident that the gap is narrowing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Let me think about it." Lu Cheng pondered, then suddenly said again.

"I have joined the youth group, can I continue to participate in the competition of the master group?"

Jiang Ziqian was stunned for a moment.

"Theoretically, the quota can be repeated, but..."

After interrupting Jiang Ziqian, Lu Cheng grinned and said, "Okay, I understand, thank you!"

Jiang Ziqian opened his mouth,

An incredible idea rose in his mind.

This kid, could it be that he wants to...

No, this is outrageous.

But Jiang Ziqian still couldn't help but say:

"Why are you asking this?"

"Oh, I'll just ask."

The atmosphere froze for a moment.

Sighing, Jiang Ziqian stood up and said, "I've already brought the words. Next, it depends on your own wishes."

"By the way, for your next game, come on."

Watching Jiang Ziqian's leaving back, Lu Cheng stroked his chin, and gradually fell into deep thought.

World Championships, Youth Division.

The age limit of less than 25 years old almost determines that there will be no king-level players in the youth group.

This also avoids bullying and crushing situations.

But what if a heavenly king trainer gets mixed up in the youth group?

Or, is it like a big wolfhound suddenly mixed in with a group of lambs?

A playful smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Lu Cheng's mouth.

"It seems... quite interesting."

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"Gentlemen and ladies, the strong duel in Group B has reached a fever pitch!"

When Lu Cheng rushed to the battle field of Group B, Xing Feng and Mu Haoyun's schedule was already over half.

On the huge LCD screen, it can be seen that Mu Haoyun has already knocked down two elves, and even the fire-breathing dragon currently on the field is panting.

And Xingfeng only released a giant golden monster from the beginning to the end.

This astonishing suppressive force made the entire venue almost silent.

"This, this is too strong, even Mu Haoyun has been beaten to this extent?"

"This is only Xingfeng's first elf! There won't be a shameful one-wearing-three!"

"Xing Feng doesn't even use GA, this is too underestimating Mu Haoyun!"

The noise intensified, but Mu Haoyun's eyes gradually calmed down.

"Fire-breathing dragon, big characters explode!"

The roaring fire-breathing dragon once again blasted out a surging ball of flames.

But with a bang, the big character explosion was directly crushed by the comet fist of the giant golden monster.

From the splashing sparks, the eyes of the giant metal monster showed red light, and the pair of arms and claws made of steel shone dazzlingly!

This astonishing aura made Mu Haoyun's pupils shrink involuntarily.

But a sneer emerged from the corner of his mouth, and the wristband on his hand suddenly burst into a dazzling iridescent color.

The fire-breathing dragon was surrounded by rays of light like a tide, and the fire-breathing dragon y with sharp bone spurs all over its body blasted extremely hot jet flames at the giant golden monster!

The Comet Fist nearly splits the flame jet in two.

But under the scorching sun, the power of this jet of flame multiplied, swallowing the giant metal monster in an instant!

"Let the giant metal monster face the flames of the fire-breathing dragon." Mu Haoyun sneered, "Your heart is really big enough."

Xing Feng, with long flowing hair and a beard sobbing, took a deep look at Mu Haoyun.

Then, slowly raised his hand.

"Rock blockade."

With a click, a huge rock pillar descended from the sky, inserted into the wings of the fire-breathing dragon Y with a pop, and nailed it in place!

Blood splattered, and the fire-breathing dragon roared in pain, trying to use flames to resist the huge rock.

But a piece of rock crashed on the fire-breathing dragon, and in an instant, a towering rock wall surrounded it.

Hum——

The giant metal monster clasped its fists together, its blue body surface turned red due to the high temperature, but its terrifying mental fluctuations firmly locked on the fire-breathing dragon.

"Why, how is it possible..." The voice seemed to be stuck in Mu Haoyun's throat, making him widen his eyes in despair.

"Nothing is impossible." Xing Feng said indifferently, "One wears three."

The hand was raised again.

Four times the attribute restraint, the rock blockade swallowed the fire-breathing dragon in an instant.

This time, the Charizard failed to stand up again.

The whole hall was silent.

"Megro wins!" The referee blew his whistle.