Chapter 383: Chapter 383

“Xianping sends out his… his fourth Pokémon!”

The commentator still hadn’t recovered from the shock.

Whether it was the commanding presence of Teacher Lu, or that godlike Sylveon—

To reverse the situation and brutally one-shot Aggron despite the type disadvantage...

Even a Champion would struggle to replicate that scene.

Was this really the Indigo League Tournament?

Wasn’t it more like some Champion secretly logging in to play on Teacher Lu’s account?

Baffled but trying to maintain composure, the commentator continued narrating.

How… How was this possible?

In that kind of situation—

Sylveon actually turned it around and one-shot Aggron?!

Xianping bit his lip hard and raised his hand to send out his next Pokémon.

“Amoonguss, buy me some time!”

He needed to use this bulky support Pokémon to slow the battle pace down!

“In full battles, controlling the match rhythm is extremely important,” Professor Oak nodded approvingly. “It’s impressive that he’s trying to recover from such a tough spot.”

“So that match rhythm…” Brock muttered, “…is basically Teacher Lu’s mastery over the battlefield?”

Amoonguss emerged, its cap shaped like a Poké Ball, spreading out two mushroom shield-like arms.

It was known as one of the most annoying Pokémon to deal with, thanks to status moves like Spore and Toxic that slowly tortured its opponents.

Xianping, hands trembling, pushed his glasses up.

As long as I keep stalling, there’s bound to be a chance to turn this around!

“Amoonguss!” Xianping shouted. “Use Toxic!”

As a Poison-type, Toxic had perfect accuracy.

The spores from Amoonguss’s cap burst into a sickly purple mist and spread toward Sylveon.

Xianping asked himself uncertainly.

Then he sighed heavily.

At his feet, a faint misty haze had risen. Amoonguss’s Toxic couldn’t even reach Sylveon behind that curtain of fog.

“Misty Terrain greatly reduces the chance of status conditions,” Professor Oak explained. “And this terrain—can be set by Sylveon herself.”

“She planned even this far ahead?” Blue gasped.

“Teacher Lu’s being too cautious!”

A raging Shadow Ball hurtled toward Amoonguss. Even with its thick skin and heavy defenses, it was swallowed whole by the dark energy in an instant.

“Contestant, please send out your next Pokémon!” the referee called with a whistle.

“That’s three down… and one badly injured…”

The audience murmured.

“This is the semifinals… right?”

“Are we sure this isn’t the Baby Cup?!”

“Holy sh*t, he still hasn’t subbed out Sylveon?!”

Xianping’s expression had gone numb.

Was an insurmountable mountain.

Could he even knock out a single one of Lu Ye’s Pokémon this match?

He clenched his teeth and sent out his fifth Pokémon.

Darmanitan, with its eyebrows aflame, was known for having enough strength in one punch to wreck a dump truck. Its inner flames never ceased to burn.

It threw out a raging Fire Punch, colliding head-on with another Shadow Ball.

Dust exploded outward. But it was Darmanitan who was swallowed by the swirling black vortex.

The audience suddenly froze in realization.

“Teacher Lu… don’t tell me…”

Xianping only had two Pokémon left: the heavily wounded Dusclops, and his Taunter—Honchkrow.

Neither of them could possibly handle a Sylveon that had racked up so many buffs.

When the explosion faded…

The stadium fell into a dead silence.

“The final victor… has emerged…”

The commentator took a deep breath.

“Semifinal winner—Lu Ye, representing Donghuang!!”

At the moment the result was announced—

“Sylvee…” Sylveon softly whimpered.

Her pale blue ears twitched slightly.

After six straight battles, she had exhausted both her stamina and mental focus.

But… so many people were watching.

Sylveon’s eyelids were already fluttering shut, about to pass out—

Until a red beam returned her to her Poké Ball.

“Take a rest,” Lu Ye said gently.

“You’ve done more than enough.”

The Poké Ball shook slightly.

In the next moment, the crowd erupted.

“Holy crap, he used just TWO Pokémon in the semifinals?!”

“Told y’all—Teacher Lu came to stomp the Baby Cup!”

“Please, Teacher Lu, have mercy!!”

“Teacher Lu is INSANE!!”

Lu Ye walked through the player tunnel, smiling helplessly.

Only he knew—back on TV, even Tobias had only used Darkrai until the finals.

Was the result of true synergy between Trainer and Pokémon.

Being called “Legendary Pokémon Trainer”?

He still had a long way to go.

For now, what mattered most was getting Sylveon back for a nap.

Maybe… buy her a couple of brand-new treadmills too?

“You’ve earned it,” Lu Ye said softly to the Poké Ball.

Inside, Sylveon pulled down her long ears, her ribbon twitching lazily.

“Sylvee~⁄(⁄⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄⁄)⁄”

What bad intentions could Sylveon possibly have?

Just casually one-vs-sixed the semifinals!

On the other end of the player tunnel—

Xianping received a video call from Steven.

After hearing Steven’s explanation, Xianping’s eyes widened.

“Teacher Lu… is a Trainer at your level?!”

A calm, warm, magnetic voice chuckled in reply.

“Of course. Though, I’m still a bit stronger~” Steven said with a smile.

Xianping scratched his head, deep in thought.

No wonder he’d lost so badly.

After all… if it had been Steven in front of him, he’d have gotten one-vs-sixed too.

Clearly, being able to fight Teacher Lu even once—

“I see…” Xianping nodded to himself.

At the celebration square, the moment the match report updated—

The audience rubbed their eyes in disbelief.

“Oh… it’s Teacher Lu? Okay, checks out.”

After Arcanine’s type-disadvantaged triple kill, now Sylveon’s complete sweep became the Indigo Tournament’s latest iconic moment.

In the group chat, everyone looked utterly unsurprised.

“Teacher Lu! When does the final start? I’m bringing Blast Taro with me!” Gold shouted.

“Once we’re all at the Plateau, let’s gather again,” Red suggested.

“Great idea,” said Auntie Lorelei, ever the social one.

Lance rubbed his temples, exhausted.

Just dealing with the media swarming Lu Ye was already a nightmare.

What, you want to know Lu Ye’s real power?

Should I tell you that he and I are evenly matched?

“After the semifinals, there’s a two-day break before the final,” Lance said. “There’ll be a bit of a buildup.”

Lu Ye looked up at the sky and did a mental calculation.

Spring Festival was coming soon…

Once the tournament ended, he could take the little ones on a trip to Sinnoh.

He turned back to look at his team.

He then glanced at his grumpy Sylveon, game-obsessed Togepi, and his ever-clever mutt.

“Sylveon~! o(´^｀)o” she yawned on the bed, clearly fighting off sleep.

“Guys,” Lu Ye smiled. “Let’s all enter the finals… together.”

In that instant, Lu Ye’s hotel room erupted into chaos. Sylveon’s cries echoed endlessly.

“Quack! (´థ౪థ)σ” Sirfetch’d shed a single tear.

I swear… I didn’t mean to win the whole tournament!!