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Chapter 181 The Battleground, the Final Showdown

Chapter 181 The Battleground, the Final Showdown

To be honest, that's true.

The people of the Hoenn region are in grave danger.

However, Wei Xin had no choice. After joint research by several PhDs, the development of the z-antibody bracelet had reached its final stage. Wei Xin, on the other hand, had just crossed the threshold of being completely ignorant of high-energy physics. He was still a tiny bit far from being a graduate student who was bleeding from all seven orifices or a PhD who was extremely knowledgeable.

The research lab was already full, and there was no room for him. Helpless, he could only play in the campus tournament to advance the plot.

Due to various reasons, such as the Hunter J incident, the public questioned the execution capabilities of the relevant departments in Shanghai. With one foot in a landmine, the Shanghai authorities planned to shift public attention to the freshman competition at Shanghai University. To this end, they even went so far as to promote and create momentum.

Look at me, look at me, I have something to announce.

Unexpectedly, the freshman competition ran into a landmine – the Enhanced Ball.

I have a shark arm!

As a result, the attention on the competition continued to rise. In fact, after a long period of fermentation, on the online platform, Wei Xin, who did not use any enhanced balls in the competition and crushed his way to the finals, had an almost completely overwhelming support rate.

"A 20-year fan of Wei Xin, here uninvited."

"But the information says Wei Xin is only nineteen years old, so where did the twenty years come from?"

"Weixin baby, Mommy loves you."

"Idiot Powerball, ruining the game environment! Ralts, charge at him! Beat his whole family, kill his mother, and banish Powerball from the game, leave no one alive!"

Am I the only one who's indifferent to Wei Xin? I really don't understand why so many people like him.

"Hello, is this Xu Mu, a freshman from Magic University, the one who's bringing his Aluminum Steel Dragon to the finals?"

Holy crap, box!

In the contestant preparation room, Xu Mu was so frightened that he almost threw his phone away. He had thought that by accepting the olive branch of the Ether Foundation, he would work like a slave and in exchange for an aluminum steel dragon, intending to show his skills in the freshman competition and, incidentally, complete the chairman's task of beating Wei Xin to his knees, thus gaining a bright future. He never expected it to be nothing short of hell.

The thought of Wei Xin's amazing strength on the field made Xu Mu's legs tremble, and he even wanted to turn around and run away.

Shortly after, a voice came from the speakers on the contestants' wall: "The competition is about to begin. Please prepare yourselves, contestants Xu Mu and Wei Xin."

Ultimately, he could not escape death.

Xu Mu gripped the Poké Ball and the Power-Up Ball tightly, and slowly walked towards the arena like a prisoner walking to the execution ground.

Hopefully, the defeat won't be too humiliating.

Dozens of green Rotoms hovered above the arena.

The night sky was brightly lit by the lights in the sports center.

At the finals venue, the Magic University Sports Center was already packed with people, and the atmosphere was bustling with excitement.

"Go Wei Xin!"

Mary, dressed in a black and purple short-sleeved shirt and skirt, with a long-sleeved, stand-up collar uniform over which the words "Wei Xin" were written, stood at the front of the audience, raising her light stick and waving it. In front of her was a row of Pokémon also dressed in short sleeves and skirts.

Popplio, Tibbers, Croagunk, Morpeko—except for Ralts, Wei Xin and Marie's Pokémon were all standing in the audience, cheering for Wei Xin.

Sylveon grabbed six light sticks and shouted the loudest.

Tan Xiaoshi tugged at her skirt, confused, since she was clearly a boy.

The long-haired trolls and the Blazing Roaring Tiger, who had escaped death, celebrated with gongs and drums.

Even before the competition started, some people had already lost their voices from shouting. As for the reason...

"Of course, it's our special guest commentator for this competition, Sinnoh Champion, Ms. Cynthia."

Good evening, everyone.

Cynthia sat in the commentary booth, waving to the crowd with a gentle tone and a bright smile. Her demeanor was quite different from the cold and aloof queen she was on the field, radiating a dazzling brilliance that was difficult for ordinary people to bear. The audience cheered.

"Thank you, blonde queen, I'm all better now," someone in the audience suddenly collapsed.

"In addition, there is another commentator for this match, Ms. Lusamine, the chairperson of the Ether Foundation."

"Good evening, students of Magic University and viewers of Donghuang."

Lusamine sat next to Cynthia, wearing a standard business smile, and greeted the screen warmly.

"It is an honor to be invited by the university to serve as a special guest for this final. I sincerely hope that the two contestants participating today can give full play to their strength and present a wonderful match for everyone."

Whether it's her expression, her wording, or even her tone of voice, there's not a single flaw to be found. She even exudes a mature, irresistible maternal aura.

Inside the arena, the shouts of the audience grew even more intense. The spirit of Cao Wei, ingrained in their DNA, had transformed from a recessive trait into a dominant one.

What are you up to, Magic University? Why did you put these two together as commentators?

Wei Xin frowned in distress. Because of his sale of the paintings, the relationship between these two blonde beauties, while not exactly irreconcilable, was just as fraught with tension as that of the residents of the Hoenn region.

Soon, Wei Xin noticed that Lusamine pulled out a long, cylindrical tube from behind her: "I heard that Miss Cynthia is quite knowledgeable about history. Not long ago, I spent a lot of money to buy an ancient scroll from someone. I wonder if you could help me appraise it?"

Once unraveled, it revealed the very same lavish painting that Lusamine had spent a fortune to snatch from Cynthia.

Cynthia glared at Lusamine. "Hakimi, you actually came here to be the commentator for the finals just to humiliate me? You bastard."

So she pulled out a scroll she had prepared beforehand from behind her back and unfurled it: "What a coincidence! I happen to have a good relationship with the artist of this scroll, and he gave it to me for free."

Cynthia forcefully uttered the word "free." Lusamine looked closely and realized that Cynthia's painting was identical in craftsmanship to the one she had bought. Her expression changed. Seeing Cynthia's eyes, it was as if she saw her childhood sweetheart, whom she had painstakingly nurtured with real money, being manipulated by a mere hand that appeared out of nowhere.

Lusamine's smile remained unchanged, but the hand gripping the scroll tightened slightly, the clicking sound accompanied by the smell of gunpowder drifting through the arena.

The audience's expressions instantly turned excited, their eyes wide like saucers, their arms pounding with excitement, almost shouting out loud. Some even moved their binoculars from the stadium to the commentary booth.

Seeing two blonde beauties go head-to-head is worth the price of admission, even if it kills you. Wei Xin wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, worried that the commentary booth might start fighting before the match even begins.

A cough came from the broadcasting room, interrupting the two: "It seems that both of you guests are in high spirits and are clearly looking forward to the upcoming competition. I wonder which contestant you two think is more likely to win?"

On the screen in the center of the arena, information about Wei Xin and Xu Mu's Pokémon appeared: Ralts and Duraludon.

"Of course it's Duraludon," Lusamine said without hesitation. Even without watching the competition, she had absolute confidence in the Pokémon provided by the Foundation. "As a Pokémon, Duraludon's strength is far ahead of the competition. Although Wei Xin has gotten this far with good luck, in the face of absolute strength, hehe."

Even if ants can lift things several times their own weight, they won't even qualify as speed bumps under the iron wheels of industry.

Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, it's utterly overestimating one's own strength.

“That’s not the case,” Cynthia retorted. “While it’s understandable to consider a Pokémon’s inherent potential when choosing a partner, as a trainer, you should focus more on nurturing, caring for, and building relationships. Only when you are truly connected can miracles happen.”

In fact, Wei Xin doesn't need a miracle at all.

"Alright, the two guests have different opinions. Now let's take a look at the props used by the two contestants."

Information about the props appears on the screen.

"Xu Mu is using the Enhanced Ball, a rather controversial item these days, but its effects are undeniably powerful."

A chorus of boos could be heard from the stadium.

"As for the item Wei Xin used, the Z-Bracelet, it's a special item from the Alola region. It's said to allow Pokémon to use extremely powerful moves; it's a very rare item, isn't it?"

The audience looked puzzled, and some even started searching on the spot, but Lusamine's pupils suddenly dilated.

"what?"

What kind of hand and ring is z?

Others may not understand the power of Z-Moves because they are too niche, but Lusamine, who has funded the Alola region and even sent her own son, Gladion, to Professor Kukui for training, knows the power of Z-Moves better than anyone. If Duraludon is the wheel of the industrial age, cold, ruthless and powerful, it is invincible in the Baby Cup where babies are everywhere.

The technique is the ultimate weapon from another advanced civilization.

"No way!" Lusamine suddenly panicked. Although she knew that Dr. Kukui was in Donghuang to do scientific research and that Wei Xin might ask him to teach her the secrets of Z-Moves, using Z-Moves required arduous training. Even Gladion took a week to barely get the hang of it. Could it be that Wei Xin had really mastered Z-Moves in less than three days?

Kou hope, is it too late to change your tune now?

Are you joking at this moment?

Wei Xin tossed his hair back, put the metal mask on his face, tightened the Z-shaped bracelet on his left wrist, walked through the aisle and stepped onto the command platform, and the stadium erupted in a deafening roar.

On the other side of the stage, Xu Mu was met with boos and jeers from the audience.

The difference in popularity between the two is obvious.

"Before the match begins, do either of you have anything to say?"

Wei Xin smiled and said, "Xu Mu, are you also asking me to go easy on you?"

You and him.

Xu Mu took a deep breath, her hunched figure growing larger, the word "Mom" stuck in her throat, she dared not utter a sound, and glared fiercely at Wei Xin.

Wei Xin pursed his lips. He was just asking out of kindness; there was no need to say anything. Why glare at him?

That's scary.

"Now that both players are ready, I hereby declare the Magic University Freshman Tournament, Finals, open!" the commentator shouted. "The match begins!"