Are Twin Tails... Really a Loser's Hairstyle?

Weavile was embedded deep within the wall behind Wang Wen, completely unconscious.

This scene was displayed on the giant screen for every spectator in the Primordial Arena to see.

"Huh?"

A remarkably synchronized chorus of stunned cries rang out. What had just happened?

Why had Weavile, the ace of favored champion candidate Wang Wen, lost the ability to battle after being kicked just once by that mysterious yellow Pokémon covered in special effects?

Had the world gone mad, or had they?

Wang Wen's trembling fingers twitched as his pupils shook violently, leaving him utterly bewildered.

Then, as if remembering something, he looked up at the high-ranking officials on the platform—the ones who had expressed high hopes for him before the match and wanted him to win the championship—with a panicked expression.

But the disappointment and frustration Wang Wen had imagined never appeared. The people on the platform did not even spare him a glance. Their attention was wholly fixed on Xiao Ming across the field, their faces filled with the joy of having won a million-dollar jackpot.

"W-Weavile is Out of Battle. The winner is Xiao Ming and..."

The referee's stammering announcement rang out. As he reached the end, he turned to Su Hao with a pleading look, because he did not know Zeraora's name.

Not intending to make things difficult for the referee, Su Hao spoke in Xiao Ming's identity. His voice, altered to sound deeper and more magnetic, had lost some of its youthful vigor. "Zeraora. Its name is Zeraora—the Pokémon of Thunderclap, Zeraora."

After leaving those words behind, Su Hao recalled Zeraora while still disguised as Xiao Ming and departed coolly, leaving only the dejected Wang Wen staring up at the platform in disbelief.

He was clearly the contestant they had placed their hopes on. Why were