"Blaziken, Dig! We're wrecking the field!"
Can't land hits? Flip the script—Dig up the terrain, leave Bellsprout nowhere to stand!
Force an opening!
It worked.
Bellsprout had no answer to Blaziken's old six burrow-dodge.
It couldn't Earthquake!
Blaziken went mole mode, shrinking Bellsprout's playground!
Field turned pockmarked, hollow—Bellsprout slipped, balance gone!
Chance!
Blaziken burst up, snagging Bellsprout's foot, yanking it underground!
Earth Style: Heart Decapitation Jutsu!
Trainer's orders: Can't win topside? Drag it down, close-quarters!
No dodge space underground!
Bellsprout thrashed, but weak—Blaziken dragged it in!
Dodge king? Useless below!
"Bellsprout, escape!"
Kaoru panicked, yelling.
"No use! Blaziken, finish it!"
Jiang Feng oozed confidence.
"Rock Smash!"
Blaziken popped out, slamming max-power Rock Smash into the ground!
BOOM—!
Already-holed field collapsed, cratering a massive pit!
Burying Bellsprout!
No dig-out? Coffin optional!
Rest in peace!
"How?!"
Kaoru's cheer squad gasped!
No more hip-sways, no flower-tosses!
Kaoru, o-mouth shock, then frantic:
"Dig Bellsprout out—now!"
"Relax, it'll live."
Pokémon physique + world rules = no permadeath.
"You lost—remember? Wash my socks for a month. Got a few pairs unwashed for a year, heh heh!"
"Jerk! No way!"
Ten-finger-no-spring-water miss washing his socks?!
"No backing out?" Jiang Feng scratched his head.
Kaoru's eyes twinkled, scheming.
"Not reneging—socks fine, but no now. When I'm in the mood, I'll collect!"
Jiang Feng eyed her skirt hem, cackling.
"Kaoru, you don't want your no-layer secret leaked, right?"
"You—you shameless!"
Kaoru flushed, clutching her skirt like Jiang Feng'd dive in!
"Miss has business—later!"
Later?
Kaoru's eyes sly.
See if you catch me!
She flicked her skirt, cheer squad strutting off.
Where's the Pokémon Trainer honor?
Later means what—next life?!
Women: ultimate logic!
Facts beat arguments, but woman-logic beats facts!
Woman-logic > facts > man-logic!
Men got it rough!
Twisted world!
Lie flat!
Jiang Feng flopped on his lounge chair, waiting for sugar mamas.
Sighed, unbothered. Viridian's top beauty washing his socks? Delusional—novels wouldn't dare!
Fantasy fuel, nothing more.
Didn't take it seriously.
Trained all night at the Gym—no Mali.
Shy, probably.
But reflecting, something felt off.
Why didn't Mali sneak out while he slept?
Slept under a blanket instead?
Dumb… or hidden kink unlocked?
Women: complex AF.
Men? Brain simple: Hot chick? Grind cash, drink with her!
Men: bottom-half beasts. Toughest pass? Pelvic gate!
Women's toughest? …!
Gate after gate, tough nights, endless grind!
Blaziken: Training makes Trainer happy!
System ping: Rock Slide → Competent!
Blaziken's sweat paid off—steady gains, Rock Slide leveled!
Perfect Rock Slide? Attack and defend like Fat Tiger!
Rock defense?
Viable!
Too bad Blaziken hatesRock Slide. Jiang Feng didn't force it.
Priority: Fat Tiger. Sky Uppercut anti-air, shelve for now.
Time's up.
Jiang Feng rose from his lounge, slurping the last pearl milk tea.
Sharp eyes scanned, locking the trash bin.
Super brain calculated:
3 Kun meters away, 2 Kun m/s wind, 10 Kun°C, 1.6m height diff, optimal arc, 8.57 RPS spin.
Kneel-jump, McGrady pull-up beauty shot—85.7% hit!
Bet!
Fire!
Milk tea cup arced perfectly…
Clang—miss!
What?!
Slipped!
Jiang Feng fumed, grabbed it, retrying.
Chanted mantra:
Fast move, handsome pose! Clucky bless!
BOOM!
Nailed it!
Lit!
Mali, spying secretly: Brain question marks. Dude got issues?
Jiang Feng, refreshed, opened the training room.
Recalled half-dead Blaziken.
Strolled out.
Life: simple joys.
Tomorrow's the real brawl. Jiang Feng dodged roadside big sis tea time, heading home.
Far off, a fatty at his door—Wei Fatty!
Leaning on the shack, beat-up, dozing.
Jiang Feng sighed, kicking him.
Fatty jolted awake.
"Dead fatty, what'd you do—steal a chicken or grope Miltank?"
Fatty's Mimikyu snoops ladies' baths/toilets—river-crosser gets wet.
Chased by aunties? Daily.
Too scared for home (dad's beatdown), hides at Jiang Feng's dump.
Remote shack, twisty alleys—even dogs skip it.
Perfect crime hideout.
"Hiss—nuts hurt! Damn, those gals hit hard!"
Fatty winced, cursing.
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