You call this a charging beam?

As the saying goes: once eyes meet, the battle begins.

As a star among the freshmen, Wei Xin's status can be described as one of the "Four Heavenly Kings" of the freshmen at Magic University. If we were to rank these four in order... please see the Freshman Competition for details.

As soon as Wei Xin stepped onto the battlefield, he attracted a crowd of onlookers. If it were anyone else, they would probably enjoy being the center of attention, but Wei Xin was different.

"My God, Brother Guangkuo has made a move."

"Go for it, Guangkuo-ge, let that fire-spotted cat see how vast the world is!"

"Brother Guangkuo, I want to have your baby fire monkey."

He just wanted to deliver a million-ton punch to each of the onlookers, or use a digging technique to avoid the attack in this round.

Wei Xin pulled out a Deluxe Ball: "Let's finish this quickly, Ralts."

The boy named Huo Wen threw out a Poké Ball: "Lime, I choose you."

As soon as Litten stepped into the arena, it lowered its body, bared its teeth, and glared angrily at Ralts.

"ha!"

However, that wasn't a threatening trait, just a simple provocation, but Ralts interpreted it in a different way.

You dare scare me? I'll scare you back.

Ralts bared its teeth and claws at Litten.

Unfortunately, Ralts' appearance is not enough to intimidate others.

"Oh my alpaca, how can there be such an adorable Pokémon as Ralts?"

"Hehehe, Ralts is so cute, if she loses the match she'll cry for a long time."

Huo Wen: "Hey, Firefly, go easy on her later. She's a girl, don't hurt her!"

Litten glanced at its trainer.

Are you afraid I'll hurt her, but aren't you afraid she'll hurt me?

I'm a girl too!!!

A student who volunteered to act as referee announced, "1v1 Pokémon battle, Huowen Litten vs. Broadgrouse, battle begin."

Huo Wen made the first move: "Firefly, use Tackle."

Litten stood still, opened its mouth, and used the Flame skill, spewing out countless sparks towards Ralts.

Huo Wen: "..."

"Hilarious, Pokémon don't obey commands."

"What do you know? This is called a feint. This wave of fireflies is in the atmosphere."

Wei Xin: "Ralts, use Ice Wind."

Ralts opened its mouth and blew out a wind carrying cold air and shattered ice, which collided with Litten's move. The resulting white mist enveloped the two of them, and suddenly, everyone could only vaguely see the figures of Ralts and Litten through the mist.

Huo Wen: "Fire Spotted Cat, use Shadow Clone, then Flame Fang."

In the white mist, Firefly cried out and used its Shadow Clone skill. The white mist was mixed with afterimages, making it difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake. Each afterimage had a raging fire burning in its mouth, and the situation on the field became tense.

Huo Wen clenched his fists excitedly.

Yes, they finally followed orders. We still have a bond.

"Meow!" Litten cried out, its true form and afterimage lunging at Ralts.

Flame Fang is the strongest Fire-type move that Litten learns before evolving under normal circumstances. It deals significant damage to Pokémon of the same stage and has a very high probability of causing burns.

With the added interference of shadow clones and white mist, the audience outside the arena held their breath for Ralts.

Little Ralts has delicate skin and flesh; it'll probably cry out in pain.

Wei Xin: "Ralts, close your eyes."

Wei Xin's instructions left the onlookers completely confused. "Just close your eyes and pretend you can't bear it, after all, Ralts is so cute."

But what do you mean by making Ralts close its eyes?

The environment already made it difficult for Ralts to avoid Litten's attacks, and now it's destroying its own vision. Isn't that just giving itself away for nothing?

Have you given up the struggle?

There are two versions of the story online about Ralts punching the counterboard to pieces.

First, Ralts achieved a perfect score based on her own strength.

Secondly, Ralts got lucky; in that situation, any Pokémon could have destroyed the counter.

So, just how strong is Ralts?

The reason why everyone is paying so much attention to Wei Xin's match, to the point that even students who don't have a practice class for matches have come to see for themselves, is to witness the strength of Wei Xin, a seeded player who was already famous before the start of the freshman competition.

But the current result has greatly disappointed others.

Some even saw that Wei Xin himself had closed one eye, and they already knew the outcome.

If Ralts' strength is real, how could she be so passive?

So, it turns out, Brother Guangkuo's command skills are nothing special after all.

[Now we have one less opponent in the freshman competition.]

It seems he really wants to get rid of the nickname "Brother Guangkuo".

[Impossible, absolutely impossible, they must be planning to hide their true abilities?]

Faced with the heartfelt doubts of the crowd, Wei Xin closed his eyes and remained expressionless.

They're chattering away so noisily. If you want to see the vastness of the world, you should just shut up.

Because what I'm about to do will leave you speechless.

Unlike his usual gentle and refined self, when he is fully immersed in the battle, Wei Xin can feel a completely different side of himself. His calm and seemingly undisturbed pupils hide unpredictable storms and an unyielding desire for victory.

For no apparent reason, Wei Xin suddenly remembered what Wanlong had said.

"One of the sources of power for superhumans is emotion."

"Furthermore, during battles, psychics can apply their power to Pokémon, increasing the power of Pokémon moves, especially noticeable with Psychic-type Pokémon."

"If you can learn to control and release your emotions, it might allow Ralts to unleash even greater power in battle."

In the mist, Ralts closed her eyes, sensing the rustling of the wind and grass around her. Through the unspoken connection with her trainer, she could feel everything around her. The sounds that had been amplified were exceptionally clear in her ears, and the changes around her were as if someone had pressed the stop button on a remote control.

It was as if the whole world would hold its breath for her as long as she concentrated.

Once she discarded unnecessary senses, the real world was constructed in her mind.

The morning sunlight fell on the playground, passing through the white mist. Tiny dust particles were fixed in the water droplets, reflecting faces that showed disappointment, relief, or fear, but all of that was useless.

What she needed was the trainer's attention, and she felt it; the trainer's gaze was always on her and never left her.

With the help of the trainer's eyes and brain, a brand new world was constructed in her mind, like countless lines scanning the entire world and deleting all those annoying illusions.

The cacophony of sounds, the vexing whispers of the heart, and the garbled colors were all stripped away.

Until a pair of claws landed on the ground, splashing sand and stones, and pounced on him.

At near-limit distance, Ralts sidestepped Litten's attack, the scorching flames brushing against her face like a dried rag.

Even without opening her eyes, she could imagine the surprise on the Firefly's face.

She left everything behind, turned around, and saw only her trainer reaching out his hand to her.

He said, "Ralts, use Charge Beam!"

Almost the instant the trainer spoke, all the energy in her body transformed into flashing lightning, converging before her.

But it seemed that there was another energy that did not belong to her, sweeping away the white mist on the field and striking her corner like a thunderclap, gathering in her body.

When the attack missed, Litten was about to turn around and launch another attack when it saw a ball of electricity the size of a head forming in front of Ralts, like a dragon's egg waiting to hatch.

You call this a charging beam? This is 100,000 volts!

In a panic, Litten swallowed its skill and ran aimlessly, failing to notice the pebbles under its feet. Its front paws slipped and it fell to the ground, its face slamming into the earth. Its two hind legs intertwined and spun as it headed towards the sky.

Before anyone's expression could change, the electric ball on his chest had already taken shape, but he sensed that Fireball Cat had lost its will to fight.

He then slightly adjusted his body, aimed at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and released the skill.

The next second, thunder roared in everyone's ears, drowning out all doubts. A white bolt of lightning shot straight into the sky, and sound and color descended upon the world once more.