At the Rocket Team trial base, Instructor Frostwolf looked at Fuji, who was seated in the main position. Although Fuji sat calmly in the main position, the bulging veins on his hands betrayed the unease in Fuji's heart at this moment.
The signal for assembly had already sounded. People had arrived in droves, but Qingwu's figure was still nowhere to be seen.
"Boss, he wouldn't be in trouble, would he?" Raymond asked worriedly, while Evelyn comforted Raymond by his side.
"Don't worry, Boss is so strong. Even if the two of us unite, we're no match for him. Boss won't be in trouble."
"But why hasn't Boss appeared yet for the assembly?" Raymond was a little anxious.
"Boss might be held up by something, don't worry," Evelyn could only say encouraging words. Her heart was also in a flurry. She was deeply afraid that something had happened to Qingwu. She had finally managed to cling to a big shot; she wouldn't fall halfway, would she?
"This is truly good news, Qingwu won't show up." Seeing that Qingwu hadn't appeared even at this time, Kuragi completely relaxed. This time, it would be a decisive battle against "Fuji."
"What a pity. Qingwu is still a respectable opponent." Kuragi, however, spoke lightly, as if fate had played a trick. He had originally thought he would form a grudge with Qingwu, and that Kuragi would suppress Qingwu in the dark.
After waiting for a while, making sure no one else would come in, Fuji ordered the doors of the square to be closed. Fuji suddenly seemed to have aged a dozen years, feeling as if all strength had suddenly left his body.
"This competition, you will preside over it, Sai. I want to be alone for a while." Fuji slowly stood up.
Just then, as the main gate of the square was about to close, a black-robed man carrying a Golbat squeezed through the almost closed gap in the door.
"Who is this?"
"How bold, to actually barge in at the last moment."
Many of the trial participants were discussing animatedly. Only to see the black-robed man take off his hood, revealing a smiling expression. It was indeed Qingwu.
"It's the Boss! The Boss isn't dead!" Raymond cried tears of joy, resisting the urge to directly confront Qingwu. He was afraid Qingwu would see the big teardrops in his eyes and make fun of him.
"Yes, Boss is back," Evelyn's eyes also turned red.
Kuragi showed a welcoming expression towards Qingwu. Blue Daze glared fiercely at Lian Ji, then immediately showed a brilliant smile towards Qingwu.
"This stinky brat, he really makes people worried!" Fuji, who had originally planned to leave, directly sat down on his butt and loudly shouted into the microphone in front of him: "Since everyone is here, this assessment officially begins!"
Immediately after, a Rocket Team grunt brought up a lottery box, allowing each trial participant to draw a ping-pong ball from it. The ping-pong balls had various numbers written on them.
"The rules of this trial are very simple. A pure battle for victory. Number one against number two, number three against number four, and so on. Of course, the benevolent Rocket Team will also give you one chance, a life-saving chance."
"As long as you forfeit in the battle, you will get this life-saving chance. However, those who forfeit will lose the opportunity to become official members of the Rocket Team, and their Pokémon will be taken away and become general laborers."
"During battles, no matter what sinister tricks you use, it's fine. We, the Rocket Team, only care about victory or defeat. Even if you kill your opponent, we will not pursue it."
"Additionally, I'm sure everyone knows, we can also have death duels. As long as both parties agree, a death duel can be held. This final trial is now officially open!"
"Please hand your drawn numbers to the staff. After your number is registered, you can apply for a death duel!" Fuji said, then closed his eyes and rested in his seat.
Qingwu drew a number from the lottery box: number 38. Truly an auspicious number.
After the Rocket Team grunts registered the numbers, the large screen on the square, which only opened once a year, was directly activated. It displayed 64 names. It seemed that so far, only 64 people remained alive in this trial.
"Instructor, I want to have a death duel," the fatty immediately raised his hand, signaling to Instructor Frostwolf that he wanted a death duel.
"Who is your opponent?" Instructor Frostwolf asked the fatty. The fatty's hateful eyes stared at Raymond for a long time. Raymond felt the fatty's gaze and dared not open his bronze-bell-like eyes, shaking his head repeatedly.
Just as everyone thought the fatty was going to challenge Raymond, the fatty turned his gaze to Qingwu. "Reporting, Instructor, I want to challenge Qingwu to a death duel." The fatty firmly believed that all of this was Qingwu's fault. If Qingwu hadn't appeared, he wouldn't have lost Roundweb, nor would he have become so miserable. Even his own little brother was swallowed by Arbok.
The fatty thought of the death makeup technique he trained Arbok, and instantly calmed down.
"This fool, who told him to challenge Qingwu? Even I don't have that confidence." Kuragi's face instantly darkened, his eyes glinting fiercely. This would make Qingwu mistakenly think that the fatty was instructed by him to challenge Qingwu.
"Forget it, things are already like this. Anyway, the fatty is just rushing to reincarnate, so let him go," Kuragi waved his hand. The fatty was completely abandoned by Kuragi.
"Do you really want to have a death duel?" Frostwolf asked the fatty. The fatty only nodded firmly.
"Then what about you, Qingwu, do you agree?" Instructor Frostwolf turned his head to Qingwu, and Qingwu simply nodded in agreement.
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"Good, the death duel is established!" Instructor Frostwolf shouted loudly.
"Is there anyone else who wants to have a death duel?" Instructor Frostwolf asked, but no one answered.
"Death duel begins!" Instructor Frostwolf pressed a button. Only the rumbling sound was heard, and four large battlefields rose from the bottom of the square.
The fatty grabbed a Poké Ball and walked towards one of the battlefields. Qingwu followed closely behind. There was no referee in this death duel. The rule was that after stepping onto the battlefield, the Pokémon could remain, but the trainer must die.
The fatty stood on the battlefield, revealing a sinister smile.
"Qingwu, you don't know how bitter I've been. Ever since I was defeated by you, you're the one I hate the most in my heart every day. Thank you for becoming the motivation for my growth. I will give you a dignified death," the fatty said brazenly.
"Your ability hasn't improved much, but you're certainly good at bragging. When you abandoned Roundweb and fled, you had no thoughts at all. It's clear you were just too weak." Qingwu scoffed at the fatty's words.
"Hmph, you can brag all you want. Trainers rely on strength. Let me show you my strength!" The fatty threw out a Poké Ball. A giant Arbok appeared, hissing confidently at Qingwu, its face filled with ferocity.
"Come out, Golbat!" Qingwu directly released Golbat.
On the battlefield, everyone saw a Golbat several times larger than a normal Golbat appear in the air, flapping its wings.
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