Pokémon Showdown: Silver Peak

"Okay, let him be. I'm not very interested in this Aibilang anyway." Xiaozhi waved his hands casually, showing a trace of laziness.

"Pika?" Pikachu looked at Xiaozhi doubtfully. Shouldn't we give it some color and look at this rare experience accumulation object?

"Well...it does make sense." Xiaozhi touched his chin, thoughtfully.

"Xiao Zhi, if you hesitate any longer, that Aibi Lang will escape." Xiao Gang reminded him at the right time.

"Pika!" Pikachu suddenly took out a pair of mini gloves from nowhere and rushed towards Abby Lang eagerly.

"Wait a minute!" Xiaozhi looked at his Pikachu helplessly.

"You should fight well, why are you playing boxing? Don't you know how short your cute little hands are, treasure?" Xiaozhi complained secretly in his heart.

"Pika! Pikachu~!" Pikachu waved his small fist to challenge Aibi Lang.

Aibilang glanced at Pikachu and waved his hand disdainfully, as if to say: Just with your short hands?

Seeing this, Pikachu decided to show his strength and planned to use his left jab and right hook. However...〒▽〒Sadly, he found that his attacks could not reach Aibi Lang at all.

Aibi Lang half-closed his eyes, and even used one fist as a pillow to support Pikachu's little head, and even though Pikachu tried his best, he still couldn't touch him at all.

"Xiaozhi, please advise Pikachu, this is simply insulting without any real harm!" Xiaoxia said unbearably.

"Pikachu, just use 100,000 volts!" Ash ordered decisively, not bothering to argue with Aibi Lang anymore.

In Xiaozhi's world, when faced with life's tricks, you should retaliate in kind!

"Pika! Pikachu jumped into the air without hesitation, and a bright golden thunder poured down instantly, heading straight for Aibi Lang's head.

Aibi Lang fell into paralysis instantly and fell to his knees weakly.

"A moment of negligence can cause eternal pain, Aibi Lang, no matter what kind of opponent you face, you should always be vigilant. I should have taught you this lesson long ago." A man as strong as a mountain wearing a red towel walked slowly. Come on, Xiaozhi thinks his face is shaped like a shoehorn, which is impressive.

"Aibi Lang, can you still fight? Fight with all your strength!" It seems that this is Aibi Lang's persistent trainer. It seems that he still doesn't give up and plans to fight again.

"I kindly remind you that it is no joke to sustain Pikachu's 100,000-volt attack continuously. You may be sent directly to the hospital." Xiaozhi warned the other party with a smile.

"Hmph, stop talking nonsense, Aibilang, come on!" The man opposite turned a deaf ear to Xiaozhi's advice.

"It's really unreasonable." Xiaozhi decided immediately, "Pikachu, use high-speed movement!"

Pikachu disappeared instantly, and Aibilang on the opposite side followed closely behind, also moving at high speed.

Aibilang saw the right moment and waved a fist like a storm to attack Pikachu.

Seeing this, Xiaozhi decisively ordered: "Pikachu, come back, there is no need to take risks for this."

"Great, since the opponent has taken back the Pokémon, that means I win!" The shoehorn-faced uncle came to Abby Lang's side triumphantly, put on a classic victory pose in the ring, and shouted: "One, two, three, yeah!"

Xiaozhi thought to himself, wait until my fiery monkey appears, and see if I don't teach you a lesson.

"Inexplicable." Xiaoxia couldn't help but roll her eyes when she saw her uncle's behavior.

"and many more!"

Just when everyone was dumbfounded, a girl with braided braids rushed up to the shoehorn-faced uncle and blocked him: "That's enough, Dad, you can't indulge in endless fighting anymore! Let's go home. !”

Xiaozhi stared dumbfounded at the somewhat innocent and lovely girl in front of him, and blurted out in disbelief: "This... dad? You mean the gentleman with a shoehorned face? They say that daughters resemble their fathers. Is it possible that you inherited the genes of Uncle Wang next door?"

"Ai Mei..." The uncle obviously lacked confidence and glanced at his daughter: "Unless I win the championship trophy in the P1 Grand Prix, I will never go home!"

"Dad!" Amy was about to persuade again, but the uncle had already set his sights on Xiaozhi and his party: "Boys and girls, no matter who comes to challenge me, I have nothing to fear. I will wait for you on the ring. .”

After leaving these puzzling words, the middle-aged uncle took Aibi Lang and left the scene.

The girl who was called Aimei stayed where she was, lowering her head and saying nothing, showing a trace of unwillingness.

"Well...I'm sorry." The girl walked towards Xiaozhi and the others with a slight hesitation.

"No problem!" Xiaogang greeted him enthusiastically: "Is there anything we can do to help you?"

"I'm really sorry, my father has caused you a lot of trouble." The girl humbly bowed deeply and apologized to Xiaozhi and the others.

"Where, where, it's just a trivial matter." Xiaogang waved his hand nonchalantly.

Xiaozhi silently complained in his heart: Yes, you are generous enough, you are free and easy...

"Since you are Pokémon trainers, I would like to ask you one thing - can you please defeat my father, to be precise, that Aibilang?" The girl made a straightforward request.

"Well, let me take care of this!" Xiaogang patted his chest and agreed with great enthusiasm.

Xiaozhi and Xiaoxia, on the other hand, looked stunned and speechless...

After rewriting:

Immediately afterwards, Xiaozhi and the three of them followed the young man's footsteps and arrived at his residence on the edge of the city, at the corner of the road. It was a unique training hall with a "Fighting Soul" sign.

"This 'Spirit Fighting Gym' seems to be no ordinary Pokémon Gym." Seeing the fitness equipment in the room, Xiaozhi made a keen insight and judgment.

At this time, curiosity arose in Xiaogang's heart: "Miss Amy, what is the 'pone prize' you mentioned?"

Amy patiently explained: "That is the top event in the field of fighting Pokémon, referred to as the P1 Grand Prix. It is specially designed to showcase and compete in fighting skills."

She lowered her head and continued to narrate, with a hint of melancholy in her tone: "In order to win the championship of this competition, my father has been practicing in seclusion in the mountains, turning a deaf ear to the affairs at home..."

Xiaogang responded gently: "I see, so you hope to make your father re-examine reality by finding someone to defeat Abilang, right?"

Amy nodded slightly, with a sad expression: "That's right..."

Xiaogang agreed without hesitation: "Leave this matter to us."

Xiaozhi looked at Xiaogang in astonishment: "Hey, when you take care of things, can you not include me in it?"

"What does this mean?" Xiaogang asked, "Xiaozhi, don't you own a fiery monkey? And I own a small fist stone." As he said that, he showed off the elf ball in his hand.

"Little Fist Stone? Are you serious?" Facing Xiaogang like this, Xiaozhi was speechless for a moment and could only shake his head helplessly, thinking that he was really passionate this time.

"Are we really going to send the Fiery Monkey to the stage, Xiaogang?" Recalling the violent figure of the Fiery Monkey, Xiaoxia couldn't help but feel lingering fear, "I still feel a little scared now..."