After all, it was just a sparring session, and it was taking place within their own estate.
Whether it was Jake’s tagross or Julian’s, once they went all out, both could unleash Champion-level battle power.
If this had been a serious battle, the destructive force generated by the three tagross wouldn’t just level the estate—it could turn all of Orient into ruins within a short ti.
Continuous attacks from an Elite-level Pokémon were enough to destroy a city.
As for Champion-level Pokémon, just a few powerful moves would do the job.
John, Jake, and Julian’s three tagross kept their power tightly restrained, ensuring the collateral damage didn’t exceed the golf course.
Though they couldn’t go all out, the intensity of the battle was no less thrilling.
Since raw power couldn’t be used freely, the focus had shifted entirely to technique.
Jake, however, couldn’t shake the feeling—maybe it was just his imagination—that John’s tagross seed to be specifically targeting his.
When Julian’s tagross attacked, the opponent might not even counter. But the mont his own tagross struck, it would imdiately get pinned to the ground and pumled relentlessly.
The battle between the three tagross lasted over an hour.
anwhile, on the live stream, the viewer count had already surpassed 200 million, and audience was going wild watching the action.
Julian had disabled the donation feature—otherwise, the earnings from this hour alone could have reached hundreds of millions.
John, Jake, and Julian—each of them was a celebrity in their own right, with massive fanbases and admirers, including countless trainers.
And let’s not forget, trainers weren’t poor. Though they spent a lot on their Pokémon, they also earned plenty.
After over an hour, the sparring session finally ended.
Since they hadn’t fought at full strength, there was no clear winner or loser.
"ta~"
Julian’s tagross flew back to his side.
"How was it?" Julian asked.
"ta~"
tagross: "Strong. Speed, power, reflexes—all above mine."
That was expected. Julian wasn’t surprised.
After all, John’s tagross was at the mid-stage Champion level. Even though Julian’s tagross had used nurous treasures and benefited from the system’s enhancents, John’s tagross had surely also consud rare resources—its training couldn’t have been lacking.
"ta~"
tagross: "Give ti, and I will surpass it."
On that point, tagross was extrely confident. It was true that it was currently weaker, but its potential was far greater. John’s tagross was powerful—but that strength was built over ti.
John’s tagross was his starter Pokémon, trained for over fifty years to reach its current level.
Julian’s tagross, all things considered, had only been trained for five years. Yet in those five years, it had already reached early-stage Pseudo-Champion level. And after ga Evolution, it even possessed the strength to defeat an average early-stage Champion-level opponent.
The difference in training ti was obvious.
So, the tagross was confident—just give it five more years, and it was certain it could surpass its "father" (or "mother").
As for Jake’s tagross, its excellence was roughly on par with John’s back in the day.
After all, Jake had raised it strictly following the Walker family’s generational training plan—a thod that had been passed down and improved through the years.
John had done the sa.
Julian did too, of course. But thanks to the system, he had access to superior resources for training—ones that greatly reduced the effort needed in certain key areas.
On top of that, with the Dowsing Machine in hand, tagross had consud several rare treasures. Naturally, its potential had beco the highest among the three tagross.
"Dad, you went too hard on it."
Jake winced as he examined his tagross’s injuries.
His tagross also looked toward John’s, as if silently saying, 'Dad (Mom), that was too much…'
"That wasn’t ‘too hard.’ If you don’t step up your ga, you won’t even be able to beat your own son’s tagross by next year," John snorted.
Through this sparring match, John had gotten a rough understanding of both his son’s and grandson’s tagross—their strength and their potential.
His son’s tagross… nothing worth ntioning.
But his grandson’s? That thing was a straight-up monster, giving John both shock and awe.
He had never seen a tagross so unreasonably strong.
Attack, Defense, Special Attack, Special Defense, Speed, HP—not a single weakness in any of the six stats.
tagross, as a pseudo-legendary, had a base stat total of 600, higher than most Pokémon, but its speed was always its weak point.
Julian’s tagross, however, had sohow learned Teleport, wiping out that weakness entirely. And even without teleportation, its regular movent speed was already terrifyingly fast, nearly rivaling his own.
And his tagross was a mid-stage Champion, while Julian’s was only a early-stage Pseudo-Champion!
This wasn’t just a "hexagonal warrior" (balanced in all stats); it was a perfectly rounded one. A tagross with no weaknesses, no flaws, and limitless potential.
John was certain: under his grandson, the Walker family would shine brighter than ever before.
"So what if he catches up? A son surpassing his father—that’s sothing to be proud of," Jake said calmly.
His mindset was steady. Back in Wyvernia, he’d seen Julian’s tagross defeat a Champion-level Leafeon with his own eyes. At that mont, he already knew—it wouldn’t be long before his son surpassed him.
Of course, as a father, he wanted his son to be stronger than him… he just hadn’t expected it to happen this fast.
And Julian was only in his early twenties—already on the verge of catching up to him. At this rate, no matter how hard Jake worked to improve, his son would inevitably surpass him sooner or later.
So might as well lie flat and… relax?
His current strength as a peak Pseudo-Champion wasn’t weak by any ans. There was no need to rush his progress—sooner or later, he’d reach Champion-level anyway. Might as well let it happen naturally.
With his father holding things down at the top and his son rising rapidly beneath him, what was the point of stressing in the middle?
Fishing, napping at ho—wasn’t that the good life?
"You useless thing!" John was getting genuinely mad now.
Jake’s talent was actually better than his own. He was already a peak Pseudo-Champion before turning fifty, with the Champion-level just a step away.
John himself hadn’t broken through to the Champion-level until his late sixties.
And yet this idiot was choosing to slack off?!
"Dad, you’re just jealous. Jealous that my son turned out better than yours."
Julian: 'That… sounds kinda weird.'
"Jealous?! That’s my own grandson—why would I be jealous of YOU?!"
As he spoke, he raised his belt again, ready to whip his ungrateful son.
His grandson being too exceptional had made his son give up entirely—what kind of twisted logic was that?!
"Go ahead, go ahead, just don’t forget to leave the inheritance to my son when you’re done. He’s the only one who can protect the massive Walker family legacy we’ve built," Jake said, not even dodging. After all, a father beating his son—that was just the natural order of things.
"Dad! Don’t forget my share too!" Quinn chid in from the side, fanning the flas.
"I’LL BEAT YOU TO DEATH, YOU UNGRATEFUL BRAT!"
"OW—Dad, you're really hitting ?!"
"Wait, wait—!"
Evelyn stood at the doorway, watching the chaotic father-son brawl with an amused smile.
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