Chapter 19: Mentally Broken
Although there is no concept of turns in real Pokémon battles, every time a Pokémon uses a move, it needs to gather energy. Normally, a brief recovery time is inevitable after a move.
Almost no Pokémon can use moves continuously without any pause.
At the same time, using moves too frequently in a short time will greatly accelerate a Pokémon's stamina consumption.
So there will inevitably be a pause after the opponent's move ends.
And Arthur caught this moment!
He was very familiar with the "Fury Cutter" move, and the limit was usually 2 to 5 slashes.
Just now, he glanced at the energy intensity on Scyther's blade arms and judged that the opponent's mastery of "Fury Cutter" was average, and the limit would not exceed four slashes.
Sure enough, after the third slash, the light on Scyther's blade arms went out.
Without the cool visual effects of the move light, the opponent's slashing speed obviously dropped a lot.
And he just seized this moment to give the command!
Froakie's eyes sharpened, seizing this opening, and following Arthur's instructions, he decisively opened his mouth and lashed out with his tongue.
"Slurp!"
The sound was particularly smooth.
Scyther froze on the spot from the lick.
Ghost-type move: Lick, using the tongue to attack, with a chance to cause paralysis while dealing damage.
In reality, this probability is not entirely random, but closely related to the accuracy of the move's hit.
The probability of a light lick is naturally very small.
But the probability is definitely not low when Froakie jumps up and fiercely licks all the way from the shoulder to the face, as if trying to lick off Scyther's carapace.
After the paralysis effect was triggered, Scyther was like being electrocuted, his whole body stiffened for a moment, wanting to move but unable to.
At this point, offense and defense switched, and the situation reversed!
At that moment, a trace of fear and despair couldn't help but show in Scyther's eyes.
He had a premonition that his next encounter would probably not be pleasant.
At this point, even the staff member who had been silently recording on the sidelines couldn't help but glance up at Arthur.
The timing of this "Lick" counterattack was too good, even giving this organizer's recorder a hint of top-tier professional-level commanding.
It was hard to imagine this appearing in an unknown preliminary selection match.
"Is it a coincidence? He must have guessed right?" he muttered.
The slashing speed of a Pokémon using the "Fury Cutter" move is very fast, and the maximum number of consecutive slashes varies depending on the mastery of the move. Even in professional matches, few trainers can accurately counterattack at the moment the opponent's "Fury Cutter" ends in close combat.
Arthur's operation was so amazing that it made him a little suspicious.
Even the well-informed event staff had this mentality, and the opponent's mindset could be imagined.
"WTF, are you kidding me?!"
A burst of swearing condensed all his emotions at that moment.
After that, he could only watch helplessly as Froakie leaped high and slapped Scyther to the ground.
Normal-type move: Pound, one of Froakie's signature moves.
Then, taking advantage of the time it took for Scyther to climb back up from the ground, Froakie quickly retreated under Arthur's command, creating some distance to prevent the opponent from chasing after him.
Then, both of them spoke at the same time.
"Smokescreen."
"Quick Attack!"
Arthur once again completely predicted the opponent's actions.
Guessing that the opponent would not swallow this and seek close-range slashes again, he spat out another "Smokescreen."
This time, Scyther rushed up and used the "Fury Cutter" move again even before the trainer commanded, impatient and bloodthirsty.
It's a pity that the bright blade light repeatedly cut through the smoke, but all it hit was emptiness.
Froakie, using the cover of "Smokescreen," had already crouched down, using his hands and feet, and escaped along the ground.
"Get up, Bubble!"
Arthur continued to give commands.
At this time, Froakie had established an advantage in terms of status, so there was no need to rely on the slow-acting "Leer" to slowly harass anymore. He directly spat out his Water-type attack move, further deepening Scyther's injuries.
Even if the direction of the Bubble attack would expose Froakie's position in the smoke, it didn't matter.
Because at this time, the advantage had been completely established.
"Scyther, charge and use Fury Cutter again!"
The opponent still didn't give up.
And Arthur, holding a huge advantage, did not show any weakness and chose to fight head-on.
"Use Pound to counterattack!"
Even though Scyther's "Fury Cutter" had more power than "Pound," the disadvantage in status was irreversible.
Unfortunately, just when Scyther charged up for a desperate fight, the paralysis effect was triggered again.
He was about to raise his blade, but his body stiffened again.
He could only watch helplessly as Froakie's large palm, enveloped in the glow of the move, came from behind and swung hard on his face.
While his commanding was suppressed, and fate sided with the opponent, Scyther was truly powerless.
"Smack!"
A crisp and loud sound of a slap on Scyther's face seemed to also slap the face of the player who mocked him at the beginning.
He originally thought Arthur was just a hot-chasing internet celebrity who came to check in and go through the motions, but who would have thought that the other party was actually a hidden expert.
This slap directly ended his Golden Autumn Cup journey.
The staff blew the whistle and raised the flag, indicating the end of the game, and at the same time went forward to hand two bottles of spray medicine to both players.
"Player 28 wins this match, and the losing party, please return the player number plate. Injured Pokémon can use this spray medicine to stop the bleeding first, or go over there and wait in line for the Chansey from the organizer to treat you.
Okay, if there are any other questions, you can go off the field to ask. Now, please quickly clear the field, the next group will come to compete."
Although this staff member also admitted that this match was quite exciting, a rare high-quality matchup in the preliminary selection, he didn't have much time to savor it.
This was only the preliminary selection after all.
There were many more matches to be played, so he could only ask both parties to leave the field quickly.
Arthur "Oh"ed, didn't argue, took the spray medicine, and picked up the tired Froakie to go off the field.
On the other side, the player who lost the game seemed to still be unwilling, and after a while, he reluctantly used his Poké Ball to recall the fallen Scyther.
Then he quickly caught up with Arthur, seemingly wanting to discuss something.
Until he saw the selfie stick that Arthur had been holding in his hand the whole time.
He suddenly realized and hurriedly asked, "Wait, friend, you weren't live-streaming the whole time, were you?"
Arthur turned his head and glanced at him, then double-checked his phone before naturally replying, "Yes."
"Holy crap?!"
At that moment, the person who originally had something to say was as if silenced, and his expression visibly turned pained.
What's worse than losing a game?
Undoubtedly, it's having the process of your loss live-streamed online...
His mentality was shattered...
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