As Ronda's Karate Chop was about to strike Sato's back of the neck, goosebumps immediately rose all over Sato's skin, and his body instinctively dodged to the side.
Whoosh—the Karate Chop missed!
Sato spun around after his dishevelled dodge and finally got a clear look at Ronda, who was built like an Ursaring.
His attack had been dodged, but Ronda's expression did not change in the slightest as he swung his fists and closed in again!
Since the two were already close, while Zoroark and Gengar were dealing with Kangaskhan and Machamp, Ronda successfully reached Sato's side.
Left hook! Straight punch! Uppercut...! Violent, rapid fists rained down on Sato. The Trainers fighting around them all widened their eyes, thinking that Sato was surely in trouble this time!
Half a minute later, the sound of Ronda's fists tearing through the air continued without pause, yet he never managed to touch even a corner of Sato's clothing.
Then, in the next moment, Sato, who had been dodging the entire time, suddenly charged forward. His powerful Leg Whip struck Ronda's soft abdomen directly, forcibly Repelling him.
For a time, both sides, still locked in fierce battle nearby, came to a stop. They all had only one thought in their hearts...
Holy crap!!!! Powerful Pokémon could be attributed to outstanding talent, but how could the Trainer himself be so skilled in hand-to-hand combat? Why was the gap between people so huge? If everyone else felt that way, Ronda—who had fought Sato at close range—felt it even more keenly. Feeling the lingering pain in his abdomen, his heart was filled with astonishment.
His sneak attack had failed, and he had been kicked instead. Hisss... that really hurt! "Gula'e!"
At that moment, Drapion, having broken free from the enemy's Beat Up, finally rushed back. It stood