"Rillaboom and Serperior are both unable to battle, so this match is a draw!"
Ye Lan guided Fan Rotom down into the arena. Looking at the grass field, which no longer looked much like grass at all, he recalled both Pokémon into their own Poké Balls with a pang of sympathy.
After unleashing that final Leaf Blade, Serperior had collapsed from exhaustion too. The fierce battle had ended in a draw.
The match might not have looked as intense as expected, but neither Pokémon had shown all its key techniques. Some of them were not suited to an ordinary match between teammates.
Take Serperior's development of Iron Tail, for instance. It was a finishing move that dealt a thousand points of damage to the enemy at a cost of six hundred to itself. It was still unstable, and Serperior could hardly bring itself to use it on a teammate.
Aside from that technique, though, Serperior had given the match everything it had. Ye Lan had also learned from Whimsicott that Rillaboom had barely begun to show what its "rhythm technique" could do.
"Rigged! This is rigged! Ye Lan, you crook!"
"Refund! We want our damn tickets refunded!"
Standing atop Fan Rotom, Ye Lan resumed his usual gentle smile and ignored the uproar in the stands. "That brings the Ye Lan Challenge to a close. Winners can redeem their prizes with their redemption codes at the Forest Flavor Restaurant or through the online exchange platform."
"When the time comes, our professional courier, Oh-no Amoonguss, will deliver them to the old man at the entrance to your dormitory area!"
"Don't ask me why we won't deliver them to your doors. You Battle Department students can ask yourselves!"
Ye Lan pointed toward Oh-no Amoonguss at the judges' table, then suddenly remembered something and