"Meow, meow, meow!"
Meowth stomped its feet in rapid succession, trying to flee, but after being entangled by the "Soul Undertaker," one of its toes was still bitten when an opening presented itself.
Its face immediately turned pale as it realized its fate.
Its chance to shine was about to slip through its fingers.
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Starting from the toe bitten by the Cryptic Snake, blackness spread rapidly.
In the blink of an eye, Meowth's entire foot had turned pitch-black and completely lost control.
This poison was undoubtedly the Poison of Chaos.
For Meowth, which excelled at precise control, it was practically lethal.
It knew that once this foot had gone out of control, it would not be long before it was cut down by the "Soul Undertaker," or offered up as a sacrifice—it naturally hoped for the latter, as that meant its remaining worth could be preserved. The Magic Spirit summoned using it as a sacrifice would surely carry on with its share of the effort.
Before that, since it could not escape the fate of leaving the field anyway, there was no need to keep holding back the trump card it had deliberately saved all this time.
Meowth's gaze sharpened. Its half-lidded eyes suddenly flew open, and the sword in its left hand shot out like lightning.
As it had expected, the "Soul Undertaker" immediately swung its scythe to parry.
At the instant blade and scythe clashed, Meowth unleashed its Ultimate Move—Foul Play!
"Clang!"
In that instant, the "Soul Undertaker" felt the hand gripping its scythe suddenly lose all strength, while the force transmitted from Meowth's sword surged instead.
Borrowing the force of the clash, Meowth continued its thrust.
The sword tip scraped sparks across the scythe's shaft, flicking it aside with a single shake before driving straight