Favored by Luck, Part Two

Lycanroc in its Midnight Form.

Xia Yan narrowed his eyes.

This form of Lycanroc loved defensive counterattacks the most.

The most classic example was using "Counter" against your "Counter."

That was a Pokémon's trait; it would not change because of its Trainer's philosophy.

It was like a Pokémon suited for physical attacks, yet you insisted on making it focus on special attacks.

It was not impossible, but it would undoubtedly prevent the Pokémon from bringing out its greatest strengths. This kind of training that went against a Pokémon's natural compatibility was destined not to go far.

So.

"Beedrill, Swords Dance!"

All sorts of thoughts flashed through Xia Yan's mind as he settled on what he believed was the most suitable choice.

"Bee!"

Beedrill's scarlet compound eyes met Lycanroc's fierce, savage gaze on the ground without the slightest hint of fear.

A formation of swords circled around its body.

"Lycanroc, Stone Edge!"

Naturally, Kukui would not just stand by and watch Beedrill boost itself.

Lycanroc slammed a fist into the ground, and sharp, solid stone pillars rose one after another, racing toward Beedrill.

Beedrill was weak against Rock-type moves.

"X-Scissor!"

Bang!!

The stone pillar directly in front of Beedrill was split apart by its sharp stingers.

"So fast!"

Kukui had not expected this.

Beedrill's Swords Dance was actually so practiced.

It completed its self-enhancement in less than a breath.

The next second.

A faint breeze swept across the arena.

Beedrill turned into a golden arc and rapidly closed in on Lycanroc.

It was so fast that it was difficult to follow with the naked eye.

A trace of alarm surfaced in Lycanroc's eyes.

Even it had trouble tracking such speed.

"Stay calm. Judge by feeling, and don't trust your eyes completely," Kukui reminded it.

With his reassurance, Lycanroc quickly calmed down.