Come on, Rayquaza, Tell Me How Many You Want to Fight

The next day.

The Devon Family's plane headed for Sky Pillar on Sootopolis City.

Come to think of it, Jing He had coveted this kind of private plane for a very, very long time. But considering his financial situation, all he could do was covet it. If worse came to worst, he could just call Steven Stone. Surely Steven Stone would not mind giving him a ride or picking him up.

What kind of teacher would he be if he did not freeload off his students? "Banji! ψ(｀)ψ"

Time to eat!

Tyranitar sat in the open space aboard the plane, grabbed a handful of diamonds of varying sizes, and stuffed them into its mouth. Soon, crisp crunching sounds rang out.

If those diamonds had once been like candy beans to Larvitar, then to Tyranitar now... they were probably just rice.

The sheer noise and vigor of its meal made not only Jing He but even Lance, seated nearby, watch with pounding hearts.

"No wonder Teacher Jing He's Tyranitar could compete with Groudon for control of the weather right after evolving."

Lance sighed sincerely.

"Its appetite is astonishing too. Teacher Jing He really spares no expense when raising Pokémon."

"Haha..." Jing He forced a bitter smile as he held his book.

"It is not just about food."

Steven Stone spoke as well.

"There are plenty of wealthy people in the Pokémon World. Even if everyone copied Teacher's methods, how many could truly raise a Tyranitar to the level of Teacher's?"

Lance nodded thoughtfully.

That was true.

Lance had seen Teacher Jing He's Tyranitar and its "friendly" relationship with Groudon yesterday. It had even learned moves from Groudon.

Calling it a "Little Groudon" would not be an exaggeration.

But how many "Little Groudons" were there in the Pokémon World? Tyranitar turned a