Mimikyu and Florges

At last, the third day of the league had arrived—the ultimate test of individual strength: the singles event.

Sixteen top competitors who had risen above the rest from various schools would engage in their final contest on this purest stage, one that tested both a trainer's personal command skills and a Pokémon's raw strength.

Since it was a singles match, there surely would not be the tactical coordination mistakes seen in other events.

Doubles tested teamwork and mutual understanding to an extreme degree, while singles truly tested raw strength.

Although singles looked somewhat simpler, as the most fundamental format, playing it well was far from as easy as it seemed.

If everyone were good at singles, there would not be so few outstanding trainers.

Yan Yang, Agate, and Dongye Haotian, representing the Number One Advanced Training School, began the first-round draw.

When Yan Yang appeared in the contestants' waiting area once more, a wave of discussion inevitably rose from the stands.

"Again? Didn't this guy just win two championships over the past two days?"

"He looks pretty young. Can his body and mind really handle consecutive high-intensity battles?"

"Kid, you know nothing about young people's recovery abilities! You look pale. Want to try my family's ancestral kidney tonic pills? They'll replenish whatever your kidneys have overdrawn!"

"Which one will he send out today? That turtle or mechanical monster again?"

"Probably. At his age, raising one or two main Pokémon would already be impressive. Where would he get so many high-level Pokémon? It can't be that every one of them is as strong as that Silvally, right?"

Dongye Haotian remained taciturn, simply standing quietly to one side as his fingers unconsciously rubbed the Poké Ball at his waist, as though it were a barrier separating him from the outside world.

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