Chapter 537: Unlocking Language Talent
The moment the leek shield shattered, Sirfetch'd saw its childhood flash before its eyes...
It was a time when it was just an innocent Farfetch'd, growing up carefree in a human breeding center. Looking back, it was such a nostalgic time for a duck...
The scent of its mother, which it hadn't smelled in so long. And the green grass, the small pond, and the canned shrimp...
More and more memories surfaced, causing Sirfetch'd to close its eyes, tears welling up in the corners...
Until—
The human who had captured it grabbed it by its short legs, lifted it upside down, and gave it a good shake.
"Hey, wake up! You're not dead yet! Don't be in such a rush to see the light!"
Sirfetch'd was jolted awake, dazed for a moment before realizing what had happened.
"Quack?" — I'm not dead?
Mother, did your spirit protect me?
In that moment, surviving the disaster, Sirfetch'd couldn't help but shed tears of gratitude.
Arthur was speechless.
Why is this duck so dramatic? he thought.
The reason Arthur had so much free time to watch this drama-queen duck rehearse the final scene of its life was that after he had shattered Sirfetch'd's Meteor Assault with a single sword strike, the entire battlefield had come to a standstill, as if someone had pressed the pause button.
Braviary, currently being strangled and pummeled on the ground by Specter, suddenly stopped resisting.
Arbok, wrapped around Old Flame and locked in a wrestling match, abruptly ceased exerting force.
Even Anderson's last trump card, Empoleon, which had just been released, paused mid-Swords Dance.
All the Pokémon, along with Anderson himself, froze, staring at Arthur with their mouths agape, speechless for a long time.
And Arthur's Pokémon very gentlemanly chose to stop as well. They all guessed that the fight probably wasn't going to continue.
The little dragonfly fluttered into the air, wagging her tail and commenting: Tsk tsk, Master hits too hard. He stole the spotlight again and left us nothing to play with. Honestly, what a scoundrel!
Behind her, the Sandslash, having just gotten out of the car, rolled his eyes at her speechlessly. He didn't have the heart to expose her.
You're wagging your tail so hard it's about to become a fan, and you're still pretending! Who here is more of a scoundrel than you?
Just as Arthur's Pokémon expected, after Anderson nearly dropped his Poké Ball in shock, he decisively chose to surrender!
Are you kidding me? Last time, the black fog and bad angle obscured what happened to Tauros. But this time, with no obstructions, Sirfetch'd had its shield shattered right in front of his eyes by a single sword strike! How was he supposed to fight that?!
He finally understood why his Sirfetch'd had used Foresight without permission earlier.
This guy truly fought with a ferocity that seemed inhuman!
"I ren shu! I am suo, I ren shu!!" (I surrender! I'm saying, I surrender!!)
He quickly raised both hands high, frantically pointing his eyes, mouth, and fingers at the camera above his head.
He was desperately signaling Arthur: We're live! Think twice, young hero! Think twice!
Arthur glanced at him, finally realizing something. "So you can speak the Kubfu language."
The guy clearly looked like someone from the West Continent, and he had been speaking the White Eagle language with a heavy regional accent the whole time, so Arthur hadn't understood a word. But now, after the fight, his surrender was in perfectly accented Kubfu. Although there was still a slight accent, normal communication was no longer an issue.
Anderson nodded furiously. "Hui suo de, hui suo de! Leng jing ah my friend, leng jing! Ni yi jing won le, zai bu zhu shou ke shi you ke leng bei kou points de!" (I can speak it, I can speak it! Calm down, my friend, calm down! You've already won! If you don't stop, you might lose points!)
The crisis had unlocked Anderson's language talent; his Kubfu had never been this fluent before!
Arthur tilted his head and shouted back to Forrest in the car behind him, "Brother Forrest, how do we get points?"
Compared to his opponent, he clearly trusted his driver... cough, teammate, more.
By now, the battle was over, and Forrest quickly drove the car over. Anderson noticed for the first time that they were a team of two.
This made him want to cry again.
So he has a teammate, and he didn't even need them to wipe the floor with me... What a painful realization...
After listening to Anderson's explanation again, Forrest nodded in agreement.
"He's mostly right. As long as one side surrenders or flees and it's captured by the camera, it counts as a win. You don't need to do anything extra. On the contrary, continuing to inflict physical harm after the opponent has surrendered will result in a point deduction, and in serious cases, disqualification."
Arthur nodded. "Those rules are quite friendly."
Forrest shrugged and explained, "It's precisely because the current game rules help establish order and curb violent crime in the desert that the alliances allow and support Phobos to continue this event."
Originally, with a large number of trainers gathering in this remote desert, it was a mix of good and bad people with no supervision. It should have been a chaotic and lawless place. But the massive number of cameras and the rewards like leaderboard points introduced by Phobos actually helped re-establish order and rules in the unmanned desert. This was probably a major reason why all parties tolerated their entertainment-to-death approach.
After hearing the explanation, Arthur looked at Anderson again and finally understood why this guy had been shouting "Ren Shu" (Surrender) so loudly. It wasn't because he had an uncle named Ren. It was just to maximize his self-preservation within the rules.
Arthur's sword strike had truly terrified him!
Meteor Assault! That was the signature ultimate move Meteor Assault! An ultimate move comparable to Hyper Beam had been shattered by a single sword!
Anderson seriously doubted that if the opponent turned his target to him next, he and the Rhyhorn beneath him combined could withstand a single strike.
He didn't know yet that his Rhyhorn was silently rolling its eyes at him from below, thinking: Don't touch me. Every man for himself. We can talk about anything else, but not this.
"So that's how it is."
After confirming this, Arthur finally sheathed his sword.
This gave Anderson a long-awaited sense of security. Damn it, that was scary! Fck!*
But Arthur's next sentence almost made him jump again.
"So, can I fight him again in a little while?"
Anderson shook his head frantically.
However, Arthur wasn't asking him; he was asking Forrest. His attitude made it clear: I want to fight, and you can't refuse. This made Anderson want to cry again.
In the depths of his heart, he was furiously swearing: If I ever mess with a Kubfu trainer again, I'm a dog!
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