The Pride of India's Competitors

"Go, Gallade!"

The United States' lapdog sent out his next Pokémon.

But his only two Elite Four-level Pokémon had already fallen. The one entering now was merely Senior level.

It looked to be about as strong as Electivire, but the moment the two Pokémon clashed, Gallade went flying backward.

It hit the ground and lost the ability to battle.

The United States' lapdog looked grim. He was starting to wonder if his own Pokémon was throwing the match too.

He knew that was impossible, of course. He had a grudge against Lu Ze, after all.

Still, this was starting to look ridiculously fake.

Since when was Electivire this strong? It knocked out anyone it faced in a single hit. It made no sense.

The United States' lapdog looked at the still-impassive Electivire across the field. Something felt off.

But when he thought it through, he couldn't find anything wrong.

Suppressing his doubts, the United States' lapdog tossed out another Poké Ball.

Surrender was out of the question.

The man across from him was the one who had embarrassed him in front of the woman of his dreams.

Worse, she hadn't paid him any attention since then.

The United States' lapdog scowled. As he looked at Lu Ze, the hatred in his eyes deepened.

A short while later, the United States' lapdog dropped to his knees, dazed.

The four Pokémon he had sent out afterward had fared much like Mismagius.

Not one had withstood even a single move from Electivire.

Apart from the Ground-type Gliscor he'd sent out first, every one of them had fallen without exception to that unknown move of Electivire's.

It looked like Thunder Punch, yet it wasn't Thunder Punch.

"Wait, Electivire are this strong now?"

At home, Lu Zhengjie's jaw dropped. If he remembered correctly,