The First Watershed Moment in Life

"Are there any other students who want to participate?" a staff member asked after Song Hui and his Scyther came off the stage.

Forget it, my weasel only spins silk.

Why won't the school provide me with aluminum-steel joists?

Because Chimchar and Scyther have set a high bar, and most students' Pokémon haven't been trained yet, their moves aren't very powerful, so they'd just be cannon fodder if they went up there.

"Ralts!" Ralts sat on Wei Xin's shoulder, its two little arms reaching over Wei Xin's head to rub his cheeks.

"Wei Xin, aren't you going to join us?" Mary asked. "Ralts is getting impatient."

As soon as she finished speaking, the shrew suddenly popped out of Marie's Poké Ball and squatted down beside her expressionlessly.

"Bad Frog, what brings you out here? Do you want to participate in the competition too?" Mary asked.

The naughty frog turned to look at Mary, a slight smirk suddenly appearing on its lips: "Tsk."

Even Mary could hear the sarcasm in the bastard frog's mouth.

Mary: "..."

"Wait a little longer." Wei Xin took Ralts off his shoulder and hugged her, saying, "Ralts, do you know why you can never beat the difficult AI opponents?"

He knew that Ralts' physical attributes combined with the power of its Flame Punch would result in a score that would not be higher than Scyther's combo attack, so if he wanted to take first place, he had to wait for the right opportunity.

"Ralts?" Ralts tilted her head and asked in confusion.

"Because you haven't learned to seize opportunities yet. Combat shouldn't be about comparing the power of moves. The timing of releasing skills and the location of skill attacks will all have different effects on the outcome of the battle."

Numerical values ​​determine the lower limit, while skill determines the upper limit. In some cases, the outcome of a match is already decided before it even begins.

Do you like me guarding the poison, shrinking to lay eggs, scattering water chestnuts, and using Shadow Step to destroy songs?

"I'll go." After a moment of silence, a student finally mustered up the courage to go up on stage.

"Okay, student, please state your name and Pokémon so I can register you."

"Ao Xuan, freshman, my partner is Heracross." Upon hearing this, the staff member's typing suddenly stopped. After the student released Heracross, a bead of cold sweat appeared on the staff member's forehead.

[I thought Scyther was already the pinnacle among the newcomers, are there still some stronger players?]

"It's Lord Heracross! We're saved!"

"What if this guy pulls out a Mega Evolution Stone in a minute? Aren't you going to explode your Steel-type weapon?"

"Do you even understand the value of the Trisolarans? One horn collision and you're reduced to an anime character."

If Scyther, which only has one normal evolution, is equivalent to Heracross in the Baby Pokémon world, then Heracross, which can only evolve into Mega, is like a Trisolaran in terms of stats, mainly relying on its strength and powerful flying ability.

Since they weren't going to win the grand prize anyway, they figured they might as well let the business profit, and the students below cheered.

"Heracross, use Corner Tackle!"

Hercules braced himself on all fours, his carapace spread open, and his transparent wings flapped rapidly, making a noisy sound. Then, the obtuse horn on his head emitted a white light, and his body slowly floated up.

"Hera!" Heracross roared as he slammed into the black wall with an obtuse angle.

boom!

The powerful blow caused the entire stage to tremble slightly.

"Holy crap, 301 points!" someone exclaimed upon seeing the score on stage, followed by cheers from the audience.

"Sigh, I made a mistake." Ao Xuan said, feigning regret.

Whose underwear is sticking out like that?

"Boss, Heracross and I are in a hurry. Since no one can score higher anyway, how about just giving me the deluxe ball?"

"Who said that?" The words had barely left his mouth when a blue ball jumped out from behind the stage and kicked Heracross, who was cheering, off the field.

"Pegatron!" It was a Piplup, or as some call it, a round penguin, standing on the stage with its hands on its hips.

"A bug with no potential can only bully untrained little guys." A man with the same hairstyle as Piplup walked out from behind the stage, holding the same deluxe ball as the first-place prize.

"Young Master," the staff member said respectfully.

"Young Master? Holy crap, this guy looks exactly like Steel-type Gym Leader Ma Huateng... like a penguin."

"Nonsense, he's Ma Liang, and Ma Huateng is his uncle. Isn't it normal for them to look alike?"

That's true; a son doesn't necessarily resemble his father, but a nephew is very likely to resemble his uncle.

Ignoring the murmurs from the audience, Ma Liang said to the staff, "I'm also a freshman, so I should be able to participate in the event too."

"Of course!" the staff member said happily. "Excuse me, Mr. Ao, would you please step off the stage first?"

My young master failed to impress, losing face and having his bonus docked.

After Ao Xuan stepped down, Ma Liang spoke.

"Bogarman, use Sword Dance."

"Pegaman!" Piplup waved its hands. Because of its short limbs and slightly bloated body, its movements were quite comical, but it did indeed use the Sword Dance, and a red light appeared on its body, indicating an increase in attack power.

"Wow, where did you learn your sword dance, Bogarman? Is it even legal?" someone questioned.

Normally, Piplup cannot learn Swords Dance; it can only learn it after evolving into Empoleon.

"Don't ask, the answer is that my young master is exceptionally gifted," the staff member said.

"Ralts, keep an eye on Piplup's attack position in a bit," Wei Xin whispered to her.

"Ralts," Ralts responded softly, her eyes fixed on Piplup on the stage.

"Bogarman, use Water Rupture!"

"Pegaman." Piplup's wings transformed into two blue, transparent short swords, with sharp streams of water flowing along the sides of its flowing shell.

Bogarman leaped high into the air, spinning around, and slashed the wall with the water jet in his hand. The scoreboard on top paused for a moment, then the numbers spun rapidly, soaring to 400 and still not stopping.

When Bogarman's skill dissipated, turning into water droplets that splashed onto the faces of the students watching, the scoreboard stopped at 497.

"It didn't even break five hundred?" Ma Liang clicked his tongue.

"Congratulations, young master, your Bogaman has overwhelmed all others!" the staff member shouted hurriedly.

"Young Master is awesome! Young Master is incredibly awesome!" The shills hired by the staff echoed from below.

"Damn, that's almost 500 points. What's the difference between that and cheating?"

"Damn it, the club can't afford to play dirty, so they're resorting to shady dealings, huh?"

"What do you know? These are paid players; we NPCs can't compare."

Of course, the gaming experience for you free-to-play players is what we paying players get.

[It's important to know that the biggest turning point in a person's life is the amniotic fluid.]

Want to defy fate? Maybe in your next life.

[Just kidding, you won't get a chance in your next life either.]

"So, is there anyone else brave enough to challenge the young master?" the staff member asked impatiently. "If no one comes up, I'll announce the final result."

[It's safe! Your bonus is guaranteed!]

You can't stay calm at all.

"Ralts, do you remember where Piplup attacked just now?" Wei Xin asked.

"Ralts!" Ralts nodded.

"Alright, now it's our performance time."