Astonishing everyone present, it was truly a sight to behold.
This was the perfect interpretation of Pikachu's Iron Tail.
At almost no cost, Pikachu had successfully endured the first Max Move.
Though that did not mean it could safely withstand the next two, it was far from meaningless.
Every second Pikachu held out under Dynamax Sylveon's attacks meant a little less pressure for the Pokémon that would take the field afterward.
And comparatively speaking, the same was true for Xia Chen.
He could not waste too many precious Max Moves on Pikachu. Two Max Moves were already his limit.
The fact that the safest Max Quake had missed truly caught him off guard, but Xia Chen quickly accepted the reality of what had happened.
What else could he do but accept it? After all, this was Pikachu.
If Pikachu could even dodge a Max Quake whose range practically covered the entire field, then something like that could probably only happen to it.
Watching Pikachu continue to bounce about atop the rooftop's steel framework, Xia Chen grew irritated.
"Sylveon, Max Airstream!"
You could dodge a Max Quake that covered the ground, but could you dodge a Max Airstream that covered both sky and ground?
What, were you going to fly into the sky?
Even if you did, it did not matter. Once a Pokémon left the boundaries of the arena, it would automatically lose.
Though the steel framework at the edge of the arena was somewhat ambiguous, actually flying out would be an undeniable foul.
Red understood that rule too, so he could only have Pikachu use Protect and see whether it could endure this violent hurricane sweeping across the entire field.
The same principle applied: every Max Move it endured was a gain for the Pokémon he would send out