The white glow around Metagross's body visibly dimmed.
It was a sign that the defensive boost from three layers of Iron Defense was gradually being shattered under Slaking's immense strength.
A flicker of pain passed through its crimson eyes. Its four metal arms dug desperately into the dry ground, yet it was still pushed backward, sliding without stop.
Its metal arms scraped against the ground with a piercing creak, leaving four long gouges in the arena.
Lin Mo frowned deeply, waves crashing through his heart. This was a gap that tactics and skill simply could not make up for.
The difference in energy strength and reserves between Metagross and Slaking was simply too vast.
To put it more plainly, it was like the level gap in games from his previous life:
This battle was like a Metagross around level forty facing a Slaking at level eighty or ninety.
No matter how powerful the moves were or how perfect the tactics, they could hardly bridge such a chasm.
Watching Metagross and Slaking fight, the livestream viewers were dumbfounded:
[Is this Norman's Slaking? That's terrifying!]
[This is ridiculous! What kind of defense does that Slaking have? It took a Body Press head-on without a scratch?]
[What happened to type advantage? Isn't Fighting type super effective against Normal type? Why does it feel completely useless?!]
[Is this the strength of an Elite Four level Trainer? I always thought the streamer was really strong, but seeing this—]
Slaking suddenly grinned, revealing its stark white teeth, then shot out a massive hand and grabbed one of Metagross's metal arms.
"Not good!"
Lin Mo's heart tightened. He was just about to order Metagross to break free when Slaking suddenly exerted force.
Metagross's body was effortlessly lifted like a chick, then swung viciously through the air in