The Kingdom of Loque has arrived, and this sparring partner is so awesome!

Chapter 3 Reverse Attribute Provocation

Lin Chong poured the last bag of Pokémon food into the basin and wiped the fine sweat from his forehead.

The clock has now struck nine, and Xianzhong Taoist Temple is officially open for business.

Several individual customers entered and practiced with the dojo trainers they had arranged in advance in various areas, the sounds of different skills clashing echoing in the air above the dojo.

Lin Chong walked to the front desk, glanced at the bouncy ball that was shaking on the table from time to time, and asked Old Man Zhou.

"Where are the customers who ordered from me?"

The old man turned a page of the newspaper: "Not there yet."

Lin Chong asked in confusion, "So you told me to come early because you wanted me to buy that little black cat?"

"How much?"

"2000".

"Too expensive."

Lin Chong showed a disgusted expression, but he knew in his heart that it was a very cheap price.

The lowest-tier Pokémon on the trading platform will not be less than 2000. Although this little black cat is priced at this level on the surface, "ornamental" Pokémon are always worth more.

The old man rolled his eyes: "You earn at least 5000 yuan a month from me, and after more than half a year you can't even come up with 2000 yuan?"

Lin Chong objected, arguing, "Don't you know how expensive food is these days? I have a younger sister to support!"

"Young girls care about their image. Last night, she cried and made a scene, demanding a pair of designer sneakers, and she took 1500 yuan from me!"

Lin Chong blatantly lied, but Old Man Zhou was fooled by him.

"Is that so?"

"Ugh!" Lin Chong counted on his fingers: "Our food expenses probably exceed 2000 yuan a month, right? Plus utilities, gas, rice, oil, and salt..."

"A minimum of 3,000 yuan per month!"

"The main issue is that I couldn't get any customers from you for the past few months, so I wasn't making any money at all and was working in debt. It's only in the last two months that things have gotten a little better..."

"I don't care, you promised to sell it to me cheaply, give me a discount!"

Lin Chong simply pulled the old man up from the recliner and started acting like a rogue.

"2000 is already very cheap!"

Old Zhou puffed out his beard and glared: "Then how much do you want?"

Lin Chong held up two fingers: "200."

"Why the hell don't you just rob someone?"

Old Zhou was shocked, witnessing once again how shameless Lin Chong was.

The two started arguing at the front desk, ignoring the other customers who came in.

In the end, Lin Chong bought the ownership of the little black cat for 1199, which infuriated the old man.

He leaned back in his recliner, panting heavily: "Get out of here, take this dead cat and get out of here right now!"

Lin Chong held the Gulu Ball with a happy smile, but as soon as he turned around, his eyes met several familiar faces.

"Hello boss, I booked Coach Lin Chong with you yesterday... oh?"

"Lin Chong! It really is you! I thought it was just a coincidence that we have the same name. What are you doing as a sparring partner at the dojo?"

Several youthful faces showed surprise at the same time. Lin Chong was also surprised. After working part-time for so long, this was the first time he had run into a classmate at the dojo.

The man with a band-aid on his face and dark skin is Li Wenlong, who sits in front of him. Behind him are a man and a woman, who are the class's academic representative and class monitor, respectively.

All three are trainers preparing for the Pokémon College Entrance Examination. Like Lin Chong, they applied to leave school to study at the beginning of their senior year.

The outgoing Li Wenlong patted Lin Chong on the shoulder familiarly, surprised and excited: "I was wondering why you applied to leave school too."

"Wow, you've been hiding your true abilities! Not only are you a trainer, but you can also work as a sparring partner at the dojo!"

Being a sparring partner isn't something anyone can do. Even the lowest-level sparring partner (like Lin Chong) has to pass the dojo's assessment to be qualified.

"You've misunderstood, actually..."

Lin Chong wanted to explain, but unexpectedly, Old Zhou suddenly spoke up: "That's right, this kid is our dojo's cheapest sparring partner!"

"Three hours of one-on-one training for only 70 yuan, great value for money! He's yours this morning."

The old man tossed three Gulu balls to Lin Chong, pointed to court number four, and didn't want to say another word to him.

Hearing the old man's words, the three looked at each other in bewilderment.

Lin Chong had already figured out Old Man Zhou's character and knew that the other party was unhappy with his bargaining and was deliberately trying to sabotage him.

Lin Chong wasn't embarrassed. He placed the little black cat's gurgle ball on the front desk, glanced at the time, and then faced the three of them and said...

"Let's start early; the preparation phase also counts as time."

After saying that, he took the lead and walked towards the venue.

The three lagging behind exchanged glances, and Chen Xi, the class representative, whispered, "Is Lin angry?"

"No way?"

Li Wenlong answered, but his tone became hesitant as he recalled Lin Chong's various deeds during their school days.

"Why not? Have you forgotten how bad his temper was in class?"

The squad leader, who had been silent all along, snorted coldly. He had a conflict with Lin Chong before, and now that they had run into each other here, it was a good opportunity for him to settle old scores!

"You two rest, I'll go first!"

After saying that, he took the lead and followed behind Lin Chong.

At the front desk, Old Zhou yawned and tossed the ball Lin Chong had left behind into the air.

As soon as the little black cat appeared, it pounced on it, but unexpectedly, Old Zhou grabbed it by the back of the neck and made it unable to move.

The old man rested his chin on his hand, held the black cat in the other, and watched the four people's backs with great interest.

"Stop fooling around, don't you want to see how your new master performs in battle?"

Upon hearing this, the black cat froze, forgetting even to struggle.

[The new owner...is it him?]

Is he willing to buy me?

The old man couldn't hear the old man's thoughts, but Lin Chong, who had already taken the stage, sensed something and turned to look at him.

Wang Qiang, the class monitor from the opposite side, also went up on stage. According to the gym rules, he was the first to release his Pokémon, and then the gym leader would choose a suitable Pokémon to deal with it.

"Go, Spark!"

A flash of white light appeared, and a small red figure with flames on its head appeared on the arena.

Lin Chong was touching the Gulu Balls, just about to choose a Pokémon of the same type to fight, when he discovered that none of the three Gulu Balls had any labels!

"That old man is so petty..."

Lin Chong had no choice but to throw a ball at random—a grass-type Meowth...

Chen Xi and Li Wenlong, who were watching the match, were surprised: "Meow?"

Why did Lin Chong choose a Pokémon with a type disadvantage to battle?

"So arrogant?!"

On the front desk, the black cat's ears stood up, equally puzzled.

[Grass-type and Fire-type.]

Is my new owner an idiot?

For the first time ever, Old Zhou smiled and watched the scene with amusement.

On the field, squad leader Wang Qiang was so angry he laughed, shouting across the stands, "Lin Chong, are you looking down on me?"

Lin Chong's eye twitched: "No, I didn't expect that either."

If trainers of the same level fight one-on-one, being at a type disadvantage is tantamount to a dead end!

In Wang Qiang's eyes, Lin Chong deliberately brought out a Pokémon with the opposite type to fight, which meant he didn't consider him a match at all!

His face turned ashen: "Your personality hasn't changed at all; you're still just as arrogant and conceited."

"Being able to work as a sparring partner at the dojo means your skill level is probably not bad, but... you're too arrogant!"

"Spark, use flame cutting!"

The flames lit up, and the sparring match began.