Chapter 152: Fighting Champion Snorlax

Huo La stared at the constantly moving Ai Bi Lang on the arena, his mind racing.

Being worn down by ranged attacks any longer is impossible; we must find a way to get Snorlax close.

He suddenly noticed that each time Ai Bi Lang fired an Aura Sphere, there was a half‑second charge gap, and he immediately Scratch the opportunity, shouting: "Snorlax, watch Ai Bi Lang's rhythm! When it fires the next Aura Sphere, use Rollout to charge!"

Snorlax instantly understood, its hind legs slightly bent, ready to sprint.

Sure enough, Ai Bi Lang quickly gathered another Aura Sphere; the blue energy projectile left his palm, and Snorlax abruptly curled its body, like a massive rock ball, rolling rapidly toward Ai Bi Lang!

"Not good! Ai Bi Lang, dodge quickly!" Dong Ni's face changed, and he hurriedly shouted to stop.

But the Aura Sphere had just been launched, Ai Bi Lang's motion hadn't fully retracted, and Snorlax's Rollout was already rushing over with a rush of wind, about to collide head‑on!

Ai Bi Lang reacted extremely fast, leapt backward sharply, barely evading the Rollout attack, but was forced back to the arena edge, its maneuvering space compressed by Snorlax!

"Now! Snorlax, stop Rollout, use Million‑ton Heavy Punch!" Huo La Scratch the rare close‑range opportunity, his voice suddenly rising.

Snorlax instantly expanded its body, its massive right arm instantly gathering energy, the fist bearing tremendous force, smashing down on the still‑unsteady Ai Bi Lang! Though the punch wasn't fast, it carried crushing power, even the air trembled slightly.

A fierce glint flashed in Dong Ni's eyes; instead of letting Ai Bi Lang dodge, he shouted, "Ai Bi Lang, don't dodge! Use Absorb Punch, Hard Block!"

At this moment Ai Bi Lang hesitated not a bit, fists clenched tightly, muscles tensing instantly, pale energy gathering on the fists; with his roar, the fists surged with a wind‑cutting sound, meeting Snorlax's Million‑ton Heavy Punch!

"Boom—!"

At the instant the two fists collided, a muffled thunder rolled across the arena, an invisible gust spreading outward, even the front‑row spectators felt the forceful wind.

Snorlax's body quivered slightly, clearly shaken by the impact of the two fists;

Ai Bi Lang was pushed backward by the impact of the Million‑ton Heavy Punch, his soles carving two deep marks on the ground, sliding until he slammed into the protective net at the arena edge.

"Ai Bi Lang!" Dong Ni shouted anxiously.

Ai Bi Lang slowly released his fist, his arm trembling slightly, clearly badly wounded; had it not been for the nature of Absorb Punch, he would likely have lost combat ability by now.

He quickly straightened his body, assuming a fighting stance again, his gaze still sharp—no retreat!

Snorlax also swung its arm, the earlier Hard Block from Ai Bi Lang left its fist a bit numb.

"I have to say, Uncle, your decisions are truly impressive; if it were a different technique, even if you could block Snorlax's punch, Ai Bi Lang would probably have lost offensive capability by now," Huo La praised sincerely.

"But… Snorlax, seize the moment, charge! One more Million‑ton Heavy Punch!" Huo La's tone shifted, immediately issuing the command; the earlier Hard Block had already drained Ai Bi Lang's stamina, so a follow‑up attack was needed.

Snorlax let out a low growl, its massive body stirring again.

This time it didn't use Rollout, but stepped forward with steady strides straight at Ai Bi Lang; its right arm re‑gathered energy, the fist gleaming under the sun, each step causing the ground to tremble faintly.

"Ai Bi Lang, dodge quickly! Flash to the left!" Dong Ni ordered hurriedly, but when the Hard Block of the Million‑ton Heavy Punch had just occurred, Ai Bi Lang's legs were numb, his movement visibly half a beat slower.

Just as he tried to move left, Snorlax's fist, wind‑charged, slammed toward him, forcing him to retreat; his back slammed against the protective net in the arena corner, with no room to withdraw.

"Not good! Ai Bi Lang, counter with Mach Punch!" Dong Ni's voice trembled with urgency.

Ai Bi Lang instantly gathered energy, his left fist turning into a afterimage, swinging at Snorlax's arm, attempting to Break its attack.

But Snorlax was prepared this time; its left arm shot up, Hard Blocked the Mach Punch—"Boom" a muffled sound, Ai Bi Lang's fist struck Snorlax's arm, leaving only a shallow mark, causing no real damage.

"Now! Snorlax, strike!" Huo La's voice rang out.

Snorlax gathered its whole‑body strength into its right fist, and at the instant Ai Bi Lang had nowhere to retreat, it smashed down fiercely!

The punch had no flair, only pure crushing power; the energy‑filled fist struck Ai Bi Lang's chest solidly.

"Ai Bi!" Ai Bi Lang let out a painful groan, the protective net behind him tearing apart under the punch, his body like a kite with a broken string, falling out of the arena.

His limbs twitched twice, his eyes rolled white quickly, his chest rose and fell less, clearly having lost combat ability.

Snorlax retracted its fist, panting heavily in place, its massive body still trembling slightly, evidently the punch had cost it much energy.

The referee hurried over, then raised the flag and announced loudly: "Ai Bi Lang has lost combat ability! The winner of this match is Huo La's Snorlax! The champion of the P1 Grand Prize Competition belongs to Huo La!"

The arena was silent for a few seconds, then erupted in thunderous cheers.

Dong Ni rushed down from the stage, lifted the unconscious Ai Bi Lang, and looked at Huo La: "Kid, you won; your Snorlax and your tactics are both impressive."

Huo La smiled and nodded, recalled Snorlax, feeling relieved—, 000 League Coins finally in hand.

Dong Ni, still checking Ai Bi Lang's condition on stage, glanced down and saw Ai Mei rushing toward them—her eyes rimmed with red, her gaze full of worry for Ai Bi Lang, her steps urgent.

Huo La thought for a moment, paused, then stepped forward, speaking softly: "Uncle Dong Ni, you're obsessed with the Fighting Championship and want the Champion title, that's not wrong in itself. But sometimes, you can't have only the competition in your eyes; there are people at home still waiting for you."

Dong Ni, holding Ai Bi Lang's hand, paused, then jerked his head up to look at Huo La, his eyes full of astonishment; following Huo La's gaze, he met Ai Mei's worried stare.

"Dad, it's my fault; I just don't want Dad to be obsessed with the Fighting Championship any more," Ai Mei said, looking at the unconscious Ai Bi Lang, her voice choked.

At that moment, Dong Ni seemed struck by something, his tense shoulders gradually slumped.

He recalled these days; preparing for the P1 Competition, he left early and returned late each day, pouring all his energy into Ai Bi Lang's training, barely speaking properly with Ai Mei.

During the match just now, his mind was only on winning, and he hadn't noticed his daughter's nervousness in the audience.

Dong Ni was silent for a few seconds, then let out a heavy sigh, his voice tinged with guilt: "Ai Mei, Dad knows he was wrong. From now on Dad will balance training and home matters, and won't make you worry again."

"Dad…" Ai Mei could no longer hold back, tears fell, but she smiled and leapt into Dong Ni's arms.

Dong Ni held his daughter, then glanced at the unconscious Ai Bi Lang cradled in his other arm, his gaze gradually softening.

At that moment, the tournament host approached, holding a gleaming golden P1 Fighting Tournament champion belt, smiling warmly: "Huo La, congratulations on winning this tournament's champion title, please accept this honor!"

Saying so, he handed the belt to Huo La.

Huo La, however, laughed and shook his head, raising his hand toward the still‑panting Snorlax beside him, his tone teasing: "This belt wasn't won by me; the real hero is right here."

The host paused, then suddenly realized, quickly turned to Snorlax, respectfully handing over the champion belt: "My mistake, Snorlax contestant, this honor belongs to you!"

Snorlax looked at the golden belt presented before him, his eyes instantly brightening.

It raised its massive right arm, took the belt, then thrust it overhead, emitting a resonant "Snorlax!" toward the audience.

The whole venue instantly erupted in even louder cheers, the audience clapping and shouting approval.

The sunset bathed Snorlax's massive body and the golden belt, creating an inexplicable contrast charm—normally a lazy giant, now holding the belt, he looked like an especially proud "Fighting Champion".