Chapter 100: Chaos

Little Magneton's condition was clearly off. Ling Wu had tried several times to have her deliver the final blow to the paralyzed Ralts, but Little Magneton ignored every command.

Ling Wu finally realized what was happening.

“You used Hypnosis? Impossible—how did I not notice at all?” His expression grew serious at last. Though he loved to banter, Ling Wu never underestimated an opponent.

Strategic contempt, tactical respect.

He knew this principle well; from the very start, he had prepared countermeasures against Hypnosis.

“Because I only had Ralts hypnotize Little Magneton's secondary personality. You were so absorbed in your plan that you didn't notice at all. Little Magneton's reduced attack frequency wasn't just because of her use of Supersonic and Electromagnetic Waves; her secondary personality had already fallen asleep.”

“You only hypnotized the secondary personality? How did you manage that?” Ling Wu was incredulous.

Tang Yi tapped his temple. “With this. Everyone has brain waves, even Pokémon girls. I did my research yesterday: Pokémon girls with secondary personalities emit different wave frequencies.”

“All you have to do is adjust Hypnosis to the corresponding frequency, and you can target just the secondary personality. For my Ralts, that's no challenge at all.”

Ling Wu fell silent. “I see. So the initial exchange was just a smokescreen, wasn't it? During that time, Ralts was secretly tuning in to Little Magneton's psychic frequencies.”

“Yes, I won't deny it.”

“We agreed to a fair fight!” Ling Wu’s face was full of fury, as if he’d been deceived.

“We agreed on a war of attrition!” Tang Yi replied, equally wounded.

After a moment, both couldn’t help but spit out the same word through gritted teeth: “Liar!”

“I miscalculated there. But you, trying to avoid detection by only hypnotizing the secondary personality—don’t forget, Little Magneton's primary personality still has the ability to attack!”

“Really? Attack whom, then?”

Tang Yi suddenly shouted, “Little Magneton! Attack!”

Bang!

As if responding to his command, the Magneton girl raised her right hand and punched herself hard.

“Little Magneton, what are you doing!” Ling Wu cried out in shock.

Bang!

She punched herself again.

Ling Wu finally realized—his shock and anger mixed. “She’s confused?”

Tang Yi looked at him. “Don't forget, Psychic also has a side effect—it can confuse the opponent’s mind. The odds are low, but what if it’s used continuously? And for Pokémon girls like Little Magneton with two personalities, there’s a fatal weakness.”

“The secondary personality provides support; the two work together and boost combat strength. But if one suddenly goes missing, the primary personality becomes fragile, much more susceptible to psychic attacks and confusion.”

“Little Magneton! Snap out of it! I’m your trainer!” Ling Wu shouted desperately.

“Little Magneton! Attack! Attack your opponent! Hit hard—take them down and you win!” Tang Yi yelled in turn.

“Damn it, shut up!”

“You shut up first!”

In her confusion, Little Magneton was as lost as Ralts, her mind a haze. She couldn’t tell who was who; she only vaguely heard people shouting for her to attack.

Yes, wasn’t she in a match?

This match was important—if she won, she’d advance to the finals alongside her trainer.

Right, it must be her trainer’s command!

Fight!

Fight hard!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

...

Though Little Magneton wasn’t skilled in melee combat, her bond with her trainer was strong.

Even as she felt pain throughout her body, her subconscious still prioritized the trainer’s orders—punch after punch, each blow landing hard.

Ralts, meanwhile, wanted to attack herself but couldn’t move.

Supersonic-induced confusion wouldn’t last long; as the numbing energy dissipated in her mind, the confusion would fade.

Now, whether Ralts or Little Magneton would recover first—or whether Little Magneton would collapse from her self-inflicted blows—was uncertain.

Tang Yi and Ling Wu could only shout and wait from the sidelines.

At last, Little Magneton's dazed eyes began to regain clarity.

Ling Wu’s face lit up with joy; his Little Magneton was truly better trained. Yet before his smile could fully bloom, Little Magneton suddenly collapsed onto the arena floor.

In the fierce exchange with Ralts, Little Magneton had already expended much of her stamina. She was, after all, an unevolved girl; her overall abilities couldn’t be outrageously high.

The referee still didn’t blow his whistle.

He truly wanted to, but decided to wait a bit longer. This match had worn him out—were all young people so fond of mind games these days? What if this was another ploy between the two?

In any case, he’d wait.

Little Magneton hadn’t completely fallen; her main attacks were energy-based, so her innate strength wasn’t great. Plus, her gray outfit and the screws at her joints served as shields.

But she was reaching her limit.

Ralts finally shook off the confusion as well; the electromagnetic energy faded a bit. She couldn’t move freely, but sitting on the ground and using Psychic was still possible.

Tang Yi shouted, “Psychic! Use Psychic now!”

“Fly! Get in the air!” Ling Wu was sweating profusely; Little Magneton, struggling on the ground, couldn’t dodge, so her only option was to float up.

The girl’s twin pigtails sparkled faintly atop her head. She released magnetic force, letting her nearly immobilized body rise swiftly into the air, evading Psychic.

Little Magneton's tenacity exceeded Tang Yi’s expectations, but that was what a finalist’s opponent should be.

Ling Wu exhaled in relief—this gave Little Magneton a chance to recover, and when her secondary personality awoke from hypnosis, the match would be back on!

He looked at Tang Yi, a bit provocatively. “I heard Ralts can fly. Shall we try an aerial battle?”

Throughout the match, Tang Yi had never let Ralts fly; this simplified ability worked well against opponents who couldn’t fly.

But against a Pokémon like Little Magneton, who could naturally float using magnetic force, it was far less effective.

“Only an idiot would play aerial games with you!” Tang Yi wasn’t tempted by provocation. He pointed skyward and shouted, “Use Psychic! Drag her back down!”

“Dodge! No—get down, return to the ground!” Ling Wu’s face changed; realizing what Tang Yi was planning, he quickly changed his command. But it was already too late.

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