Chapter 118: Why Are You So Skilled?
"WTF?! Captain, what is that newcomer doing?!"
The moment Arthur charged out, it wasn't just the opponents who were stunned; his own side was also startled.
David turned his face slightly, and the corner of his eye unintentionally caught sight of Arthur charging out from cover. He was instantly so scared that his gun even trembled, the bullets nearly flying off towards the sky.
"Newbie, come back! Don't be impulsive!!"
It was a shame he had specifically reminded this newcomer before they left to be sure to protect himself well.
Turns out the other party's agreement was just empty words!
Arthur turned a deaf ear. During the process of David shouting out his calls, he had already darted forward head-down over ten meters.
Helpless, David could only turn back and give orders.
"Cover him!!"
After roaring this, he also gritted his teeth, released his own Ursaring, and commanded it to simultaneously flank from another direction.
He hoped that by doing this, he could help the newcomer divert some of the enemy firepower.
Fortunately, starting from just moments ago, the opponent's firepower, for some unknown reason, had weakened considerably. Midway, some poachers had even inexplicably switched their weapons to crossbows, causing their network of fire to become much sparser.
But despite this, David still felt this newcomer was being too reckless.
It's a good thing for young people to have a sense of justice, but why the heck are you so impulsive?
However, in reality, he had guessed wrong on both counts.
Arthur's motivation for charging forward had nothing whatsoever to do with a sense of justice;
Similarly, he didn't feel he was being impulsive either.
After darting out from cover, Arthur kept his body low, bending at the waist as he ran.
This was to minimize his frontal exposed area as much as possible.
Simultaneously, the sword blade was held horizontally across his front, and the sheath also guarded his lower abdomen, protecting the front of his body to the maximum extent.
And even while running in this slightly awkward and strange posture, his speed was still astonishingly fast.
Within the time it took for a few breaths, he had already covered half the distance.
"Stop that guy with the sword!! Finish him! Don't let him get over here!!"
It reached the point where the poacher side could no longer ignore this figure. For a moment, they even abandoned the Ursaring that was similarly charging from the other side, turning their gun muzzles towards him instead.
His peripheral vision glimpsed the bullet impact points on the ground currently tracing a fatal arc, chasing his own footsteps. Arthur, facing danger without panicking, quickly pressed the last Poké Ball at his waist once.
Little Lapras appeared at his side. Having already received the command, the moment she appeared, she quickly sprayed out a jet of water.
The Water-type skill: Water Gun!
This was originally the skill Little Lapras was most proficient with from her past life living in the sea.
Subsequently, after Arthur's short period of devilish special training, where he taught her to slightly reduce the water volume per shot, compressing the original water pillar into a water arrow, it had resulted in a significant increase in the skill's release speed and the initial velocity of the water stream.
Now, Little Lapras used this move faster and more accurately, and its killing power hadn't decreased too much as a result. It could be said that the effects of the training were exceptionally outstanding.
The poacher holding the gun and strafing was immediately sprayed full in the face. With a miserable cry of "Ah!", the impact force of the water stream knocked his upper body backward. Momentarily losing balance, he tumbled to the ground on the spot.
Even though the power of this "Water Gun" was insufficient to heavily injure the enemy, this strike successfully resolved Arthur's immediate crisis.
The other poachers were temporarily suppressed by the rangers' covering fire from a distance and didn't dare to peek out. After that man fell, for a moment, only one person stealthily aimed a hand crossbow towards Little Lapras.
However, just as he was about to pull the trigger...
Suddenly, a red light flashed in front.
Arthur, still continuing his forward run, spared a hand and used the Poké Ball to directly recall Little Lapras back again.
"Crap!"
The poacher whose arrow shot missed cursed loudly.
Who would have thought this outburst would bring him further misfortune?
Arthur temporarily released the sheath, letting Honedge use the ribbon at the end of its hilt to hold onto its own sheath. Freeing up his hand to move the Poké Ball, he released the just-recalled Little Lapras again in a different position.
Reappearing, Little Lapras puffed up her cheeks, gathering power. Less than a second later, another water arrow spat out, spraying the person who had tried to sneak attack her earlier full in the face as well.
Immediately following, Arthur once again used the guiding beam to recall Little Lapras.
The entire process flowed like clouds and water; his actions were extremely skilled.
It didn't even delay his continuing forward charge in the slightest.
This almost left the group of rangers providing cover fire behind him stunned speechless.
WTF?!
Why are you so skilled?
Between us here, exactly who is the real practical combat personnel?
Such questions couldn't help but arise in their hearts...
Practical combat confrontation is different from competitive duels on an arena stage; the role of the trainer themself is also crucially important.
This role isn't just reflected in the trainer's personal combat power—in fact, individual soldier capabilities as terrifying as Arthur's were extremely rare even in the war era two hundred years ago.
The true role of the trainer is actually more reflected in what can be accomplished using the Poké Ball: real-time, efficient Pokémon deployment.
This is almost equivalent to giving each Pokémon on the human side of the battlefield the summoner spells of Flash plus a high-speed Recall/Teleport!
This is something almost every trainer can achieve, and its contribution is a factor that cannot be ignored.
Competitive matches don't require practicing this; during arena matches, proactively recalling a Pokémon with the Poké Ball's beam signifies forfeit.
But in practical combat, this kind of recalling and re-releasing Pokémon deployment is crucially important, capable of creating countless tactical possibilities!
Just like what Arthur had just done.
However, what made David and the others feel incredulous was: when they checked Arthur's information online previously, they clearly remembered this young lad was a competitive streamer plus a professional youth training camp student, right?
Since when did competitive streamers also learn this?
You playing this are already playing so skillfully; it makes us real practical combat professionals look very foolish...
It wasn't until this moment that David finally, dimly, began to understand why Arthur dared to charge out from cover alone without hesitation.
Perhaps the person wasn't being impulsive after all.
But purely a case of extreme skill breeds confidence.
Half a minute!
In merely half a minute's time, Arthur crossed the three to four hundred meter distance at full speed. Under the condition of having absolutely no cover, traversing the entire firefight zone, he surprisingly charged all the way to the front of the poacher group's vehicle without a scratch!
Seeing that someone had actually managed to charge over carrying an ancient sword completely unharmed, the leader of the poacher group in front was almost dumbfounded.
He briefly suspected he might be trapped in an absurd and nonsensical nightmare.
The next moment, as if to verify that the era hadn't regressed, he yelled loudly, was the first to stand up, drew the pistol from his waist aimed at Arthur who had just charged right in front of him, pulled out the gun, and shot!
Charging with a sword?!
Are you kidding me!!
Times have changed, bro!!
However, the next moment, only a "Ding!" sound was heard.
The scene before his eyes made his hair stand on end.
He saw the sword in the opponent's hand actually act as if it had a spirit of its own; the sheath held by the ribbon at its end suddenly lifted up, precisely blocking his bullet.
Initially, the leader still thought he had encountered a ghost.
Until the hilt of that sword suddenly opened an eye, glaring angrily at him.
Honedge: F*ck your mother! That hurts a lot!!
And so, the leader finally realized: he originally really had seen a ghost!
Ghost-type Pokémon could all be called ghosts.
So, these words were correct, in various meanings.
(End of Chapter)
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