Facing the fierce assault of Elite-class Gengar, Elite-class Flygon, Elite-class Grimer, and Elite-class Gyarados, Brother Storm's Sailors were gradually falling into decline, with defeat already showing.
The Elite-class Gyarados charged recklessly through the Sailors as though no one stood in its way. Even wounded, an Elite-class Gyarados was terrifying; water splashed everywhere it went, the deck was smashed full of craters, and the Sailors' terrified cries rose and fell.
At this moment, everyone understood that this was merely one Elite-class Pokémon sent out by each Elite Four Trainer.
Who could say for certain that these powerful Elite Four Trainers had only one Elite-class Pokémon each? Perhaps they still had more trump cards hidden away, ready to change the battle at any moment.
Xiao Ming's Elite-class Sandslash and Shingo's Elite-class Scizor had appeared before, and their features were far too distinctive. Once they appeared, the enemy could easily recognize them.
To avoid unnecessary trouble, they had only brought them out at the start to bolster their side's momentum. Once the battle began, they had quickly recalled the two Pokémon and hidden them in their Poké Balls.
Even with two Elite-class Pokémon absent from the fight, Brother Storm's side was still in grave danger and could hardly withstand Spider's group's assault.
Brother Storm was filled with unwillingness, but the gap in strength was like an uncrossable chasm plainly laid before him. Whether it was a one-on-one duel or a group battle, they had no chance of winning.
Even reinforcements had failed to turn the tide. Those people had not come to help as expected; they could only be considered superficial assistance, impossible to command, and liable to flee at the first sign of trouble.
No matter how much resentment and unwillingness Brother Storm felt, he could only swallow it all.
"Spider? Good.