Early the next morning, Evan Lane brought Snivy to school for training.
Just yesterday, Snivy’s evolution progress had increased by another 3%, reaching 68%.
With high-intensity training and sufficient nutrition, this kind of progress was within Evan’s expectations.
At this rate, in about ten more days, Snivy would face her first evolution.
In Evan’s view, although he was pursuing perfection, this speed was actually not slow at all compared to most starter Pokémon.
He still could not understand why Sophia King had wasted the potential of a starter Pokémon just for first place in one assessment.
The reward for taking first place in Mapleford First Academy’s assessment was nothing more than pocket change to a Trainer family like hers.
After losing, she became angry from embarrassment and actually transferred away without even wanting her Pokémon anymore.
Perhaps to core members of those high-and-mighty families, a starter Pokémon used for practice was not important.
Perhaps they could not form feelings or bonds with a Pokémon that was never going to join their real team.
They simply could not tolerate losing to a Trainer from a small city.
They simply wanted to win.
Evan did not think he and Snivy were already invincible.
They could accept losing to someone powerful, or to someone who drew out incredible strength through the bond between Trainer and Pokémon.
But they absolutely refused to lose to someone who looked down on a Pokémon’s feelings.
While Evan was thinking about his future training plan, the sound of a glass cup touching the table pulled him back to reality.
His gaze fell on Snivy sitting across from him.
Snivy had already completely finished the food and Moomoo Milk in her bowl.
She was now elegantly using Vine Whip to pass herself a napkin and wipe the food residue from the corner of her mouth.
“Sni~ Burp~” Seeing this, Evan’s mouth twitched.
If not for that final burp, he could just barely have considered the one across from him a lady snake.
After finishing breakfast, one Trainer and one Pokémon returned to the training room they had used yesterday and continued their training plan.
Elena Greenhill had promised yesterday that she would solve his sparring problem today, but there was still no news yet.
With no other choice, he could only proceed step by step according to the previous plan and first train Snivy’s sense of smell.
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Day after day passed, and very soon, the new week’s assessment arrived.
Although the rewards were not as generous as the first week’s, both elite class and regular class students were giving it their all today, whether to protect their spots in the elite class or compete for the two vacant positions.
“Charmander, use Ember!” “Pidgey, use Quick Attack!” On the battlefield, a Charmander and a Pidgey were locked in an intense chase.
Although Pidgey used its advantage in the air to dodge Charmander’s attacks several times, it eventually revealed an opening due to stamina loss.
After being struck by Flamethrower, it lost the ability to battle.
“The winner is Connor Hale!” As the referee’s voice fell, applause rose around the field, and Connor himself was extremely happy.
This match had been the regular class top eight battle.
After winning, Connor had successfully advanced to the top four.
This also meant that as long as Connor won one more match, he would be guaranteed to enter the elite class.
If he still had strength left afterward, he could even challenge for a higher position.
After witnessing the battle between Lucas’s Charmander and Evan’s Snivy, Connor’s attitude toward training Pokémon had changed.
He did not believe that his Charmander was worse than Lucas’s.
Then the reason the difference in their strength was so huge could only be himself, the Trainer.
Because he had been assigned to the same field as Lucas during the first assessment, Connor had battled Lucas before.
When he lost, he had not felt too much of an impact.
After all, Lucas’s effort and strength were famous throughout the senior grade.
But after the battle ended, Connor personally saw that the food Lucas used to help Charmander recover its stamina was only a poor-quality Berry.
He had been shocked.
Although he had always known that Lucas’s family was poor, he had not expected things to be that bad.
Connor’s father was an Advanced Trainer, so his family was wealthy.
Aside from normal meals, his Charmander received expensive supplements every day.
And so, Connor’s fighting spirit finally began to burn.
At last, he changed his previous attitude and started training his Pokémon seriously.
Relying on Charmander’s own strong talent, he finally had hope of entering the elite class this time.
As for Evan, he was leaning back in a chair far from the battlefield, half-dozing while waiting for Elena.
At his feet, a small green snake had curled into a circle and was taking a nap.
As for why this situation had happened, both Evan and Snivy expressed the same thing.
What could they do?
They were helpless too!
The elite class ranking challenge had been held first.
This was partly to let the regular class students watch the battles, understand the elite class students’ strength and battle habits, and arrange tactics in advance.
It was also to let them analyze their own Pokémon’s advantages and lock onto the targets they wanted to challenge.
This could be considered an advantage provided to regular class students.
According to the rules, lower-ranked elite class students could challenge higher-ranked students, and the other side could not refuse.
Each person could be challenged at most three times.
However, nine of the top ten had all been challenged.
Only Evan was left.
No one paid him any attention at all!
They had arrived at the training field early in the morning and had sat in their chairs for two full hours!
During that time, not a single student called their names.
The teachers had not even given them an assessment number plate.
It was practically outrageous!
If Elena had not said she had something to discuss with him and told him to wait at the training field for a while, Evan would have already run off with Snivy!
“Sni, Sni?
Evan, are we being isolated?” Snivy, who had just woken up, yawned and looked at her Trainer in confusion.
“Uh…
well, you see, the strong are always lonely!
As the saying goes, life is unpredictable, like a hot dog inside a bigger hot dog…” Just as Evan was about to teach this little snake, who was not even a month old yet, some grand truths about life, Elena had already walked up to them.
“Take it.
This is the sparring solution you wanted.” An envelope and a card were thrown into Evan’s arms by Elena.
“What’s this?” Evan looked puzzled.
He was just about to open the envelope when Elena raised her hand to stop him.
“That is a membership card for the Kingsport Battle Arena.
Every battle there normally requires an entry fee.
With this card, you won’t need to pay it.” “The reason I chose that place is because every victory there gives you points.
Those points can not only be exchanged for money, but also for certain rare items.
It’s very suitable for you to accumulate battle experience.” After hearing Elena’s explanation, Evan’s eyes lit up.
This really was a place that suited him perfectly.
Not only could he accumulate battle experience, but he could also exchange for resources he wanted.
Without battles, the speed at which he had accumulated Sunlight Points through training recently had clearly dropped by a large margin.
That was one of Evan’s greatest advantages for defeating geniuses, so he had to make good use of it.
“But Snivy is only at early Intermediate strength right now, close to the middle stage.
Fighting those experienced Trainers from society…” Thinking of this, Evan began to worry.
In a battle arena with a reward system like that, although deliberately killing a Trainer’s Pokémon was forbidden, if he ran into a ruthless Trainer, severe injuries were still common.
Snivy was on the verge of evolving.
If they encountered an opponent with too large a strength gap and she suffered heavy injuries, it might affect her evolution.