"Aerodactyl is incapacitated. Tyranitar wins. Elite Four Lance, please replace your battling Pokémon!"
The referee raised his flag high and announced loudly.
After all, Tyranitar's robust physique proved superior, defending its position as the ruler of its era.
Of course, the price of victory was not small. Tyranitar was panting heavily, looking somewhat Dishevelled.
Where the spectators could not see, even its hands were trembling slightly.
Giga Impact was immensely powerful, but its side effects were equally obvious. When unleashed at full force, the recovery time would only grow longer.
Aerodactyl was recalled, but Lance did not send out his next Pokémon right away.
He looked at the ruined battlefield, then at Tyranitar, which still had strength to fight, and the thought that he might lose unexpectedly arose in his heart.
He had clearly improved considerably this year, so why was Sato catching up so closely? "What is Elite Four Lance doing? Is he waiting for Tyranitar's recovery time to pass?"
"No way, no way! Elite Four Lance is actually going easy!"
"Only two left, yet he's still so confident. As expected of my husband!"
"Hey, wake up. It's not even dark yet."
The noisy discussions continued without end, finally Startling Awake Lance.
He shook his head helplessly. He had not expected himself to lose focus during such an important match.
How had my confidence disappeared as we fought? That's even more frightening than losing the match!
"Dragonair, I'll leave it to you!"
Forcibly clearing the distracting thoughts from his mind, Lance sent out the Pokémon he had prepared long ago.
A blue Dragonair nearly twice the size of its kind, with a body over ten meters long, appeared on the field.
Those who did not know Lance were full of astonishment. In a match of such a high