Pokémon Devil King

Chapter 367 Final Score

Om-!

The "Light Pichu" instantly burst forth with a warm and dazzling radiance from within, and the lines formed by electric currents seemed to come alive, completing a powerful pulsation.

At the very last moment of the performance, an exhausted Pichu quickly climbed back onto Jiuji's shoulder.

Immediately, the enormous electric totem transformed into countless warm golden feathers of light, swirling and returning to Pichu's small body.

The man and the mouse became the sole source of light on the stage.

The performance has ended.

The entire venue fell silent for several seconds.

Then, applause and gasps erupted like a volcano!

"That Pichu's control over electricity... it's simply art!"

"No support! What level of talent and training is this?!"

The reactions of the three judges on the panel were even more shocking.

Mr. Conkenstein stood up abruptly, his hands on the table, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"Disruptive creativity! Unparalleled control!"

"Disassembling and reshaping electric shocks into a paintbrush for spatial shaping, Pokémon independently complete such a stable three-dimensional energy structure..."

"This is incredible!"

10.0 points.

Mr. Sugisaki squinted, offering his signature comment: "I really like this~"

10.0 points.

Miss Joy's voice was gentle, yet deeply moving: "I saw a trust and bond that transcended all limits."

"The trainer firmly believed that her Pichu could do incredible things, and Pichu responded perfectly to that trust with performances that exceeded the limits of its species."

10.0 points.

Final score: 30.0 points.

Full score!

An undisputed number one!

Jiuji reached out and gently wiped the sweat from Piqiu's forehead.

"well-done."

Pichon rubbed against her warm palm.

Amidst the clamor, Jiuji seemed oblivious, carrying the nearly exhausted Pichu back to the players' rest area.

With this score, the ticket to the afternoon's match is practically guaranteed.

The little one curled up in her arms, breathing heavily, its muscles twitching slightly from time to time due to overuse.

This is the load that inevitably remains after performing ultra-precise control on every single current.

Jiuji used her fingertips to comb the downy hair behind its ears and fed it a special sugar cube to replenish its electrical energy.

Pichu instinctively licked the candy, then clutched it with its little paws, closed its eyes, and began to crunch away, letting out a satisfied sigh of relief.

On the electronic screen, her name hung at the top of the list, and that glaring "30.0" became an insurmountable barrier for all subsequent contestants.

Several coordinators who had not yet appeared cast complex glances at her, some in amazement, some burning fighting spirit, and some bitterness at being completely outmatched.

"Miss Jiuji".

A gentle voice came from beside her. It was the Grass-type Coordinator, an elegant woman who looked to be in her early twenties.

"Hello, I'm Sachiko, a Pokémon Coordinator. Your performance was truly breathtaking." She spoke sincerely, "Especially Pichu's precision in controlling electricity... it was simply unbelievable. May I ask how you trained this technique?"

"It's its talent, plus countless failures." Jiuji didn't think it was any secret weapon. "The core of Electric Shaping is to let the Pokémon see the trajectory of energy, and then use its will to shape it."

"Initially, superpowers can be used to assist in guiding it, but ultimately, it must control the flow of every single current on its own."

Sachiko nodded thoughtfully: "I saw the trajectory... I understand, thank you very much."

She thanked him sincerely and left, her departing figure exuding an eager excitement.

But she didn't know that Pichu from the Ninth Era was a monster that had been "prenatally educated" by the electric currents of the two Raichu couple since it was in its egg.

Jiuji leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the large screen in the rest area.

The match is still ongoing.

However, even with stunning performances that scored over 29 points in subsequent shows, none of them could replicate the overwhelming impact of her entrance.

After finishing the sugar cube, Pichu regained some of its energy, affectionately rubbed against her wrist, and made a soft purring sound.

"Go to sleep," Jiuji said softly. "This afternoon, leave it to Daidai."

She accessed the player data analysis transmitted in real time by Qizai.

The top eight contestants based on their preliminary scores will advance to the afternoon's competition rounds; the list is now largely finalized.

Aside from her and four other four-ribbon owners, there are several other dark horses with scores above 29.5.

The Pokémon used have different attributes, and their tactical styles, judging from the available data, are quite ingenious.

The battle officially began at 2 PM.

Nine was placed in the upper half of the bracket, and his first-round opponent was a Coordinator who used Zubat.

The other side was clearly still wary of her initial performance and chose the safest tactic from the start.

"Goblin, Shadow Clone, catch the air blade!"

With a sharp screech, the giant beak bat split into ten, then twenty, instantly creating an impenetrable phantom maze in the air above the field.

Dozens of cyan wind blades were poised to strike, blocking all angles.

Dumb and still, it didn't move.

It merely raised its eyelids slightly, and a glint of all-knowing calm flashed in its seemingly dull eyes.

hum!

A muffled sound came from the air.

The dozens of wind blades, which were not yet fully formed, along with the afterimages filling the sky, seemed to be grasped by an invisible giant hand, and then... gently squeezed.

Click!

With a crisp cracking sound, the wind blades and phantoms all turned into specks of light and vanished.

The airspace cleared, leaving only the real giant beaked bat frozen in place, its wings forgotten to flap.

"water gun."

call out!

A water gun, condensed to its fullest extent, instantly traversed half the field.

The giant beaked bat fell to the ground immediately.

Combat duration: 6 seconds.

The referee's arm holding the flag paused for a moment before he announced loudly, "Goblin is unable to battle! The winners are the 9th Century contestant and Slowbro!"

The audience fell silent, then erupted in an unbelievable uproar.

"What happened? What was that just now? Telekinesis?"

"No! It must be mental power! It directly crushed the air blades!"

"Only two moves?!"

On the judges' panel, Mr. Sugisaki nodded with a smile: "I really like this one~"

Mr. Conkenstein frowned and quickly jotted something down on the scoreboard.

Miss Joy said softly, "The absolute difference in strength... but the control was extremely precise, and no unnecessary damage was caused."

Jiuji withdrew his dazed expression, stepped off the field, and remained completely calm throughout.

In the semifinals, his opponent was the Ghost-type Mismagius user.

Having learned from past mistakes, this player became more cautious, allowing the Misdreavus to infiltrate the shadows right from the start.

"Black eyes! Strange light!"

The entire arena was instantly enveloped by "black gazes" and "strange light," with distorted light and ghostly shadows, attempting to drag the battle into a protracted mental interference war.

"Water cannon." Jiuji only said two words.

He tilted his head slightly, seemingly curious about the hallucinations.

It didn't use superpowers to fight back; it simply opened its mouth.