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The opponent's offensive began.

Feraligatr opened with a low roar, accompanied by an intimidating Leer. Invisible pressure descended, and Grovyle felt an instinctive fear, as though her defense had wavered.

Through the connection forged by Evergreen Power, Yan Yang swiftly conveyed his thoughts and encouragement to his partner. "Grovyle, steady yourself. Use Curse!"

Grovyle let out a low growl and chanted under her breath. A faint, ominous dark glow rose around her body, as if she were cursing herself in exchange for greater strength.

Seeing that his opponent had also chosen to strengthen himself, Ruan Zhu decided to follow suit. "Want to drag this into the late game? Then we'll power up too! Feraligatr, use Agility!"

Speed was crucial in battle. Seizing the initiative often meant winning half the fight.

Yan Yang spotted the opening while his opponent was boosting himself and decisively ordered a counterattack. "Now, Razor Leaf!"

The tree on Grovyle's back swayed, instantly gathering several sharp-edged leaves that shot toward Feraligatr like throwing knives.

Although the move had a type advantage and hit successfully, the damage it caused was far from significant.

The enormous level gap was like an unbridgeable chasm. If she used a move without STAB or type advantage, she probably would not even be able to break through his defenses.

Ruan Zhu naturally had no intention of passively taking hits and immediately launched a fierce assault. "Let me show you what we can do! Feraligatr, Ice Fang!"

Fangs brimming with biting frost suddenly clamped down toward the Grass-type Grovyle. This was a strike capable of posing a fatal threat.

"Withdraw!" Yan Yang reacted quickly.

At his command, Grovyle swiftly pulled her limbs and head into her shell, using its hardest part to take the attack head-on.

Crack! Ice Fang bit viciously into the shell,