Ye Lan had expected to finish the battle very quickly, but he had never imagined it would end like this.
He had even considered the possibility that the opposing Pokémon might surrender, but he had not expected Magikarp to faint outright from fright.
Serperior, meanwhile, looked downright constipated. With nowhere to vent all that fury, Serperior could only turn back and glare at Ye Lan with scarlet eyes.
Serperior's meaning was perfectly clear: where had Ye Lan found this "shady battle venue"? It was no fun at all. It was worse than the Jindu Battle Arena back then—there was no chance to enjoy a proper fight!
"Easy, easy now~ The Pokémon will keep getting stronger as we go. Sooner or later, there'll be one that can handle your presence, right?"
Although Ye Lan said that, his desire for a proper battle was no weaker than Serperior's.
Lately, he had been either studying Pokémon breeding and researching recipes, or poring over various breeding methods for inspiration.
If he had not been practicing his punches every day, keeping his mind and body active, he might have started wondering whether he really was giving up being a Trainer to become a chef. He had none of a young Trainer's drive left, and his life had become utterly laid-back.
Other young Trainers his age were out battling everywhere. Although Lin Yan had gone off for a trial, he was probably carrying out dangerous missions. After so long without any news, if he was not dead, he was probably on an absolute rampage. And what was Ye Lan doing? Still tinkering with recipes!
As these thoughts ran through his mind, Ye Lan's vision blurred, and that familiar sensation of being transported returned.
Unlike when he first entered the Trial Tower, this time Ye Lan felt