Chapter 977

In terms of energy, the explosive flames were no less than the water currents that countered them; in terms of raw power, it was an overwhelming advantage for Incineroar.

Shadows of fists began to explode against each other. Every time a fist clashed with a pincer, intense gusts of wind and energy would ripple outward. In just a few short breaths, the two sides had clashed several times.

Incineroar panted, then sent Gliscor flying with another punch. However, Gliscor merely tumbled a few times in the air, used its massive bat-like wings to instantly stabilize its body, and began gliding again.

There was confusion in Incineroar's eyes. It had been completely in the upper hand during the exchange; Gliscor hadn't been able to gain any advantage at all, and had even been left with several charred marks from Incineroar's Fire Punches.

However, every time Gliscor stabilized its body in the air and glided

back, the wounds on its body simply vanished.

Once again, Incineroar knocked Gliscor to the ground with a Double Iron Bash, but the opponent charged back over, full of vigor.

Even as dense as Incineroar was, it could now tell that there was something fishy about Gliscor.

This rotten, stubborn guy had a problem!

It held an absolute advantage in strength, yet it could never achieve any significant results. Instead, this persistent Gliscor was causing its already dwindling stamina to go from bad to worse.

Incineroar looked at Su Hao, waiting for him to strip away the opponent's secrets in one go as usual and effortlessly state the solution.

Su Hao pondered for a moment; he naturally knew the reason why Gliscor was so durable.

The ability "Poison Heal," combined with the held item "Toxic Orb."

Coupled with Gliscor's excellent physical defense, Incineroar naturally found the fight increasingly frustrating.

As long as it couldn't one-shot Gliscor, the opponent could return to its peak stamina after stalling for a while.

On the other hand, even though Incineroar was superior in every aspect, it hadn't suffered any damage from Gliscor.

But simply because of the injuries caused by Su Qian's two Pokémon earlier, Incineroar, having entered a war of attrition, was falling behind due to its constantly draining stamina.

Several solutions flashed through Su Hao's mind, but he didn't guide Incineroar as he usually did. He only whispered, "Trust your flames; you are no worse than anyone else."

There was not a hint of falsehood in Su Hao's eyes; there was only complete sincerity.

Faced with such eyes, anyone would choose to believe him.

Incineroar was stunned, and its heart immediately began to churn.

Just as Su Hao had mentioned to Zhao Yun earlier, Incineroar needed an opportunity for transformation.

The right occasion, the right timing, the right opponent.

Su Hao intended to take this opportunity to completely untie the "mental knot" hidden deep within Incineroar's heart.

Once the knot was untied, the transformation would naturally begin.

Incineroar was very hardworking. It could keep pace with its teammates—who were all showing off their unique talents—under the same resources. No one would question its effort; its strength was entirely self-cultivated.

Incineroar was very insecure. It would use an arrogant attitude to mask the inferiority complex born from its potential being far inferior to its teammates. Facing a strong enemy, its teammates only needed to show the power of their "backgrounds" to win easily, while it struggled even against a Gliscor that was useless except for being durable.

Even after successively cultivating "Current Propulsion," the "Strange Fire Flow" taught by Grandpa Xia Jie, and even obtaining the Galar Moltres's exclusive technique, the Wicked Aura, and the special Intertwined Power of the Tao Trio.

This inferiority still existed deep in its heart, even affecting its control over subsequent legendary powers.

Was Incineroar's talent poor?

No, its talent was considered top-tier even at the Shenzhou Alliance's largest breeding base.

The reason it found mastering legendary power so difficult was merely because of this tiny mental knot.

Seeing excellent, powerful teammates who leveled up as easily as drinking water, and having its own hard-trained aura learned by others just by a glance—anyone would develop feelings of inferiority in their heart, and some extreme cases might even step into the darkness.

But as a house cat, all Incineroar needed was positive encouragement and a little self-confidence.

Now was the moment to let it clearly realize that it was not inferior, and that it was very powerful.

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