安静，站好，别动。 月下无声，我踏风而来， 胜负已定，你输得明白。 *(Silence. Stand straight. Don’t move.)* *(Beneath the silent moon, I arrive riding the wind.)* *(The outcome is decided; your defeat will be perfectly clear.)* Three challengers under one moon, Three little egos facing their doom. Control your breathing. Stand in position. Let’s get down to business. [Verse 1 — Escavalier] First comes the knight in a secondhand shell, Polished like heaven, but stolen from hell. You stripped Shelmet bare for the steel that you wear, Then called yourself noble—what honor is there? Two lances raised, but no backbone inside, A bug dressed for battle with nowhere to hide. You charge in a line—I just turn and evade; Your whole evolution was somebody’s trade. 借来的盔甲，护不住尊严， 你冲得再快，也到不了我面前。 铁甲虽然亮，心里全是怕， 没有真功夫，别装大侠！ *(Borrowed armor cannot protect your dignity.)* *(No matter how fast you charge, you’ll never reach me.)* *(Your iron armor shines, but your heart is filled with fear.)* *(Without true skill, don’t pretend to be a martial hero!)* Your armor looks royal, your technique looks cheap; All that steel just makes a louder scrap heap. No hammer, no furnace, no fire required— One palm to the plating, your legend expires. 拳如疾风，快得看不见， 你还没出手，我已经在后面。 心静如水，脚步如风， 以柔克刚—this battle is done. *(Fists like a raging wind, moving too fast to be seen.)* *(Before you can strike, I’m already behind you.)* *(My heart is calm as water, my footsteps swift as wind.)* *(Overcome brute strength through softness and grace—this battle is done.)* Let’s get down to business— I’ll make fighters out of you. Three hopeless little students With a lifetime’s work to do. Silk in the moonlight, thunder in the wrist, Blink for a moment—you cease to exist. 听见我的叫声？你的末日来临— *(Do you hear my cry? Your end is approaching—)* Strike—step—turn— Mienshao wins! [Verse 2 — Trubbish] Next comes the garbage pretending it’s street, But you’re not from the gutter—you’re what gutters secrete. A torn plastic stomach with sludge in its veins; Even your own shadow steps back when it rains. Your stench enters first, but your courage comes last; I’ve seen fuller trash bags get taken out fast. You call yourself toxic? Your presence is tragic— A landfill mistake trying hard to look savage. 垃圾成山，也装不成王， 毒气再浓，盖不住你的慌。 臭气冲天，还自称很强？ 风一吹过，你只剩下空囊。 *(Even a mountain of garbage cannot pretend to be a king.)* *(No matter how thick your poison becomes, it cannot hide your fear.)* *(Your stench reaches the sky, yet you still call yourself strong?)* *(When the wind blows through, you’re nothing but an empty bag.)* Poison can soften the force of my strike, But resisting one punch doesn’t make us alike. Knock Off—there goes what little you treasured; Now even your worth cannot properly be measured. 你不是街头，你是街头不要的。 *(You don’t represent the streets—you’re what the streets threw away.)* Trash remains trash— Classify it however you want. Let’s get down to business— I’ll make fighters out of you. One borrowed his armor, One smells like Muk’s old stew. Silk in the moonlight, thunder in the wrist, Blink for a moment—you cease to exist. 听见我的叫声？你的末日来临— *(Do you hear my cry? Your end is approaching—)* Strike—step—turn— Mienshao wins! [Verse 3 — Darmanitan] Darmanitan enters, beating its chest, A furnace with fists and no self-control left. Twenty-five hundred degrees in your core, Yet somehow your temper still burns even more. You can flatten a truck—how terribly grand. Too bad trucks don’t dodge or counter your hand. I flow when you swing; every tantrum goes wide. All power, no balance—just rage wearing pride. 烈火烧天，却烧不出禅， 愤怒挥拳，我一步不沾。 声音像雷，动作却太慢， 空有力量，没有手段。 *(Your flames scorch the heavens, but they cannot create inner peace.)* *(You swing your fists in anger, yet not a single blow touches me.)* *(Your voice sounds like thunder, but your movements are too slow.)* *(You possess raw power, but no real technique.)* And you call yourself Zen? What a pitiful claim— You find inner peace when you’re losing the game. Only halfway defeated, your wisdom appears; So enlightenment needs getting kicked through the years? 愤怒不是力量，安静才是王道。 你打碎卡车，却碰不到我的毫毛。 *(Anger is not strength; serenity is the true path.)* *(You can smash a truck, yet you cannot touch a single hair on my body.)* You’re a wildfire boasting it cannot be tamed; I’m the circle of calm closing over your flame. You roar like a monster—I breathe, and it’s done: A disciplined moon eclipsing your sun. Escavalier… 盔甲不是勇气。 *(Armor is not courage.)* Armor is not courage. Trubbish… 垃圾不是威严。 *(Garbage is not greatness.)* Garbage is not greatness. Darmanitan… 愤怒不是功夫。 *(Anger is not mastery.)* Anger is not mastery. 三个对手，一个结局。 *(Three opponents. One ending.)* Three opponents. One ending. 你们太慢了。 *(All of you are too slow.)* Long fur whipping—left, right, flowing, One step hidden, no sign showing. Fake Out—freeze, U-turn—gone, Régé-Force, then I’m back by dawn. 拳快如电，腿碎巨石， 连续攻击，无人能止。 一步，两步，回身，再踢， 你看不清楚，我已经胜利！ *(Fists fast as lightning, legs that shatter massive stones.)* *(Once my combination begins, no one can stop it.)* *(One step, two steps, turn around, then kick again.)* *(Before you can see what happened, I have already won!)* Kicks at blinding speed split stone; I need no steel to guard my bones. Combo started—none can stop it; Three collapsed careers inside my pocket. If I bite these sleeves away, Then you finally earned my pace. But I kept every strand tonight— None of you deserved that fight. Let’s get down to business— I tried making fighters out of you. But steel can’t purchase honor, And trash can’t purchase virtue. Rage cannot conquer a disciplined mind; Power without purpose gets left behind. 月光之下，你们无处可逃， 真正的功夫，从来不必炫耀。 *(Beneath the moonlight, none of you have anywhere to run.)* *(True martial mastery never needs to show off.)* Strike—step—turn, let the war drums spin; 三招结束—Mienshao wins! *(Finished in three moves)* 月下无声，我踏风而来。 胜负已定，你输得明白。 以柔克刚。 安静。 *(Beneath the silent moon, I arrive riding the wind.)* *(The outcome is decided; your defeat will be perfectly clear.)* *(Overcome brute strength through softness and grace.)* *(Silence.)* Class dismissed.
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