A World That Judges by Faces

Seeing that Crawdaunt had also lost its combat capability, a trace of helplessness appeared on Wallace's face.

Crawdaunt was very strong, and its exceptional talent had meant it had rarely suffered defeat since birth. But that had also cultivated its extremely overbearing personality.

Being suppressed by Zoroark to the point where it could only retreat into its Poké Ball to avoid the edge of battle was deeply frustrating for Crawdaunt.

That was why, when it reentered the field and saw Tyranitar, it became so agitated that it even lost some of its rationality.

Tyranitar was not some brute who only knew how to clash head-on. Faced with the aggressively charging Crawdaunt, it chose to temporarily avoid the attack.

With a sliding step, Tyranitar dodged Crawdaunt's full-force blow, packed with accumulated fury.

The first burst was strong, the second weaker, and the third exhausted.

As Crawdaunt launched its all-out attack, it left itself completely open. Tyranitar seized the opening and sent it flying, then followed with a three-part Stone Edge combo that directly drained a large amount of Crawdaunt's stamina.

In the final head-on collision, Tyranitar had seen that Crawdaunt was already at the end of the strong bow. So it struck without hesitation and forcefully defeated its opponent.

Other than its hands trembling slightly, Tyranitar had not lost much stamina and still retained ample combat capability.

Red light flashed, and Milotic reentered the field!

"Milotic~"

After that beautiful soft cry, the audience became lively once again. Even though Sato still had three Pokémon left, there were hardly any voices supporting him.

Without question, ninety-nine percent of the audience had already sided with Wallace, all hoping that Milotic could mount a desperate counterattack and defeat Sato!

Sato looked at Tyranitar. Its burly body, domineering appearance, indestructible armor, and unique pseudo-legendary aura—no