Pokémon: What should I do? My father-in-law always wants to tear me apart

After the smoke cleared, Flame Chicken's body trembled slightly due to the side effects of the Flash Charge, and it slowly fell to the ground, and the flames on its body became much weaker.

The bear in the clothing only took a few steps back. There were only a few traces of burns on its thick fur, just like a few shallow scratches left on a body of steel.

It did not suffer much damage and still stood there majestically. Its powerful aura was frightening.

Upon seeing this, Flammulina's originally heroic brows frowned slightly, and a hint of solemnity flashed in its eyes.

You know, Flash Charge is an incredibly powerful killer move in the fire department. In previous battles, this move could often cause heavy damage to the enemy.

But now it was unable to cause much damage to the opponent in front of it, which really surprised Flame Chicken.

Its smart eyes scanned the bear back and forth, thinking to itself:

This guy looks furry, isn't that a "furry" characteristic?

In the world of Pokémon, the "Furry" attribute has a unique effect. Pokémon with this attribute will halve the damage of contact moves inflicted by the opponent, but if it is a fire-attribute move, the damage will not be reduced but doubled.

Flammel is much smarter than its seemingly simple-minded trainer who seems to be all muscles. Its long-term combat experience and learning have made it familiar with the characteristics of various Pokémon. Naturally, it is also clear about the characteristics that the Bear may have.

Flammel stared at the bear and looked at its soft and fluffy fur. It originally thought that the bear must have the "furry" characteristic, but now it seems that it was wrong.

There was a hint of doubt in Flammulina's eyes. It looked up and down at the powerful opponent in front of it, constantly guessing in its heart.

Is it the characteristic of "clumsiness" or the characteristic of "tension"?

Flammulina's eyes flashed, and without any hesitation, it launched another fierce attack in an instant.

Its agile body was like a burning phantom, running quickly around the bear.

Its speed was like an accelerating hurricane, getting faster and faster, so fast that it was dazzling, and as it ran, circles of flames spread rapidly behind it, gradually forming a huge vortex of flames.

This vortex of flames is like a huge burning cage, emitting a ruthless and terrifying high temperature, as if it wants to burn everything in the world to ashes. This is another specialty of Flammy - the vortex of flames.

It is completely different from ordinary fire vortexes.

Generally speaking, an ordinary fire vortex is when the user spits out fire from his mouth, allowing the raging flames to entangle and wrap around the opponent like a python, thereby restricting the enemy's movements.

However, the vortex of fire cast by Flammel is unique. At first glance, Flammel is just running seemingly meaninglessly, as if it is wasting its energy in vain.

But in fact, there is a mystery hidden here.

This is actually a superb technique that cleverly combines flame vortex and energy-charged flame attack.

While Blaziken uses a vortex of fire to trap its opponent, it constantly uses charged flame attacks to assist its running.

With the blessing of the special effect of Charged Flame Attack, plus the acceleration characteristics of Flame Chicken itself, the two complement each other, making Flame Chicken's speed rise steadily.

At this time, its speed had reached a staggeringly terrifying level, like a ghost, elusive.

The bear was trapped in a vortex of fire. The raging flames around it were like hungry beasts, constantly licking and burning its huge body.

However, surprisingly, the bear did not show any pain at all, and its black eyes still flashed with a cold light, as if these flames were nothing more than a trivial itch to it.

"Bea ...

Suddenly, the bear let out a thunderous roar. The roar seemed to contain endless power, shaking the surrounding air violently.

Then, its huge body as big as a mountain began to spin rapidly. Every muscle was tensed in an instant, and power burst out from its body like a volcanic eruption.

Under the impact of this powerful force, the vortex of fire that originally trapped it was forcibly dispersed. In the face of this force, the flames were like fragile pieces of paper and flew around.

The next moment, unexpectedly, Flammel seemed to have accurately calculated that the Wearing Bear would break through the vortex of flames. Its figure appeared behind the Wearing Bear in an instant like a flash of lightning that cut through the night sky.

I saw a dark red fighting energy light on Flammulina's knees. The light was like a mysterious rune, flashing a dangerous signal.

It bent its knees slightly, gathering strength like a fully drawn bowstring, and then kicked the bear hard on the back.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang, like a cannonball exploding, exploding in the air. The powerful impact force spread in all directions, and the surrounding trees were rustled by this force.

……

In a dark, damp basement filled with a pungent stench of decay, Connor was imprisoned like a wounded beast.

The surrounding walls were covered with moss and water stains, and the dim lights flickered weakly in the corners, as if they would go out at any time.

Connor was lying on the cold ground, his body covered with shocking wounds, some deep and some shallow, some still bleeding, new and old scars intertwined together, like a mark of pain.

His face was distorted with pain and his body was shaking constantly. It was obvious that he had been subjected to inhumane and heinous torture during his imprisonment.

There was a hint of despair in his eyes, but more of it was anger and indomitable spirit.

Every breath pulled at the wound, bringing excruciating pain, but he endured it, not allowing himself to make even a sound of weakness.

He, Connor, could never have imagined that as one of the four famous kings of Laomei, he was kidnapped without anyone noticing in Laomei, a place he thought he was extremely familiar with and safe.

The glory and majesty of the past shattered like bubbles at this moment, leaving only endless humiliation and pain.

At this moment, a heavy and slow sound of footsteps came from the rusty iron door of the basement. Every step seemed to step on Connor's tense nerves, making the atmosphere in this small and dim space even more tense and depressing.

Connor raised his head with difficulty. His once bright eyes were now bloodshot, and the flames of resentment burning in his eyes seemed to devour everything in front of him.

He stared fiercely at the man in front of him, his eyes seemed to want to dig two bloody holes in his body.

He did not understand Chinese, but during the days of imprisonment and torture, the man's name was like the whisper of the devil, constantly echoing in his ears and deeply imprinted in his mind.

"Lin Guochang!!"

Connor squeezed out these three words from between his teeth in broken and stiff Chinese. His voice trembled with anger, and his roar echoed in the silent basement like the roar of a wounded beast.

As for Lin Guochang, his expression was as cold as ice in winter, without any ripples.

He placed his index finger lightly on his lips, made a gesture of silence, and whispered:

"Don't make a noise. It will be bad if others find out."