Join my p@treon for more chapters
p@treon.com/Tempest_29
"Ash, if you can really do it, then even if you lose, I will be convinced you gave it your all!"
"It all depends on whether the Primeape falls first or if my Hitmonchan is defeated!" Ash thought, realizing this was a huge gamble.
To understand Hitmonchan's punching pattern, you must endure its relentless fists. Even when blocking vital parts, injuries are inevitable. When Hitmonchan utilizes its extreme-speed punching, it quickly drains its stamina. Against its last rival, Hitmonchan dominated easily, exposing no weaknesses.
But the Primeape was a different kind of opponent—resilient and durable, it couldn't be taken down with just a punch or two.
"Hitmonchan's punches are so fast that even in slow motion, they're hard to track. This time, the Primeape might not stand a chance! Can player Ash turn this battle around again?"
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of fists echoed in everyone's ears. All eyes were glued to the battlefield, the spectators holding their breath as they awaited the outcome.
"The more aggressively you attack, the harder it becomes to find your opponent's flaws!"
"Stay calm, don't move unnecessarily. Focus your energy, and find the weak points," Ash told Primeape. With its eyes closed, the Primeape replayed Ash's words, feeling its opponent's movements. Gradually, it began catching Hitmonchan's attacks, as if predicting where each punch would land. Bit by bit, it memorized Hitmonchan's rhythm.
"What do we do? If this keeps up, Ash and the Primeape might lose!" Misty cried, her fists clenched tightly, her knuckles turning white.
Meanwhile, Brock stayed silent, his sharp eyes focused on the field. Ash remained calm, his expression unchanging. Seeing Ash's confidence eased some of Brock's worries.
Bang!
"Huh?"
When Brock looked again, Hitmonchan's punches were so fast its arms were invisible—a blur of shadowy movement. But amidst the chaos, an unexpected explosion of energy appeared.
"What is it, Brock?" Misty asked, noticing his reaction.
"I think the Primeape has adapted to Hitmonchan's punching dynamics. It's no longer just defending; it's preparing a counterattack." Brock frowned, sharing his analysis.
"That can't be right! The Primeape hasn't moved at all!" Misty said, confused. She looked again and saw the Primeape standing still.
"The body isn't moving, but... look closely!" Brock pointed toward the center of the battlefield. The invisible flurry of punches seemed chaotic, but a subtle, deliberate strategy was unfolding.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Ah! What is that?!" Misty and Brock exclaimed as they noticed something unusual between Hitmonchan and the Primeape. A strange phenomenon appeared to be occurring where their punches collided.
"That sound," Brock analyzed, "is caused by the friction and pressure of air being displaced at high speeds—it's the result of super-fast punches colliding!"
"Punch pressure?" Misty repeated in astonishment. "Does that mean the Primeape's punches are just as fast as Hitmonchan's now? I can't even see them!"
If it really was a collision of punches, then the Primeape had begun fighting back. But no one could see its movements clearly. Could the Primeape's punch speed have actually increased to match Hitmonchan's?
"Not quite," Brock countered, uncertain. "The Primeape may not match Hitmonchan's raw speed, but something else is happening here..."
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The field erupted with the continuous sound of colliding fists. The air seemed to tremble, with each strike creating an invisible shockwave that crashed like miniature explosions.
"It's like the sound of air balloons popping," Misty noted.
"That's it!" Anthony, watching intensely from the sidelines, exclaimed, his eyes widening.
Suddenly, the Primeape opened its eyes, releasing a powerful roar. A fierce determination flashed in its gaze. Hitmonchan seemed to sense a change in the Primeape's demeanor. "The feeling of every punch... it's different now," Hitmonchan's stance shifted subtly.
The Primeape had started counterattacking. Its punches weren't as fast as Hitmonchan's, but it could now predict Hitmonchan's moves with incredible accuracy. By analyzing and anticipating the angles of Hitmonchan's attacks, it struck back with precision. This wasn't just instinct—it was an extraordinary, conditioned reflex.
"This is incredible..." Brock muttered.
"The Primeape is countering such a relentless offensive! It's absolutely amazing!" the commentator roared, igniting the excitement of the crowd as the stadium reached a fever pitch.
"That's it, Primeape! Feel everything you sense, and push through!" Ash shouted, his voice carrying over the din.
Hearing its trainer, the Primeape closed its eyes again. Retracting its fists, it began moving with calculated precision. Despite the storm of punches from Hitmonchan, the Primeape skillfully dodged each one, its body weaving through the chaos.
In a stunning display of agility, it moved forward, inch by inch, evading blow after blow. Within moments, it was face-to-face with Hitmonchan.
"Don't give up, Hitmonchan! You can still win!" Anthony bellowed, urging his Pokémon to fight back.
Hitmonchan swung a fierce punch toward the Primeape's face, but the Primeape was ready. Its eyes snapped open as it bent its knees, lowered its body, and raised its right forearm to block the attack.
The impact was palpable as the Primeape deflected Hitmonchan's strike, leaving its opponent wide open. Taking advantage of the moment, the Primeape lowered its stance, clenched its right fist, and unleashed a powerful punch, orange energy radiating from its hand. The attack landed squarely, followed by a rapid uppercut combo of three to four crushing blows.
!!!!
The final uppercut struck Hitmonchan's chin, stopping its movements cold. Hitmonchan's body reeled under the immense force, launching high into the air.
"Now, use all your strength—Seismic Toss!" Ash commanded, his voice echoing across the battlefield. The Primeape's focus sharpened as it prepared for the decisive move.