When all the black-clad security guards pounced on A Long like ravenous wolves, baring their fangs and claws, the shadow beneath his feet suddenly twisted.
In an instant, a chilling Elite Four pressure surged from the shadow. Like a tangible tidal wave, it slammed fiercely into the surroundings.
The black-clad guards were sent flying as though struck by an invisible giant hand, their bodies uncontrollably thrown backward before they crashed to the ground in a scattered heap, along with the Pokémon beside them.
At the same time, three flashes of light appeared. Gyarados's enormous body descended with a boom like a moving hill, its deep blue scales gleaming with a cold light.
Swampert emerged from the light, its thick skin coated in slick mucus.
Magnezone hovered in midair, the magnets on its body flashing with eerie electric light.
The three Pokémon swiftly took their positions in a triangular formation, firmly shielding A Long in the middle.
The sudden turn of events froze everyone present. The once lively, clamorous banquet instantly fell so silent that only people's heavy breathing remained.
Some people stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with terror as their bodies trembled uncontrollably. Others had their legs give out beneath them and collapsed onto the floor, a wet patch gradually spreading across their crotches.
After all, that was an Elite-class pressure capable of making people's blood run cold, unleashed without restraint amid a tightly packed crowd. Many of the nearby black-clad guards rolled their eyes back and fainted on the spot.
The remaining guests could only stare at the three colossal creatures before them in terror, experiencing the fear of being dominated by Pokémon.
The three Poké Balls in A Long's hand had still been opened with Gengar's help.
A Long's eyes still held a trace of confusion. He had