No Fair Play-Zoroark Goes for the Kidney Again!

After being teased for no apparent reason, Xingye got to his feet and pocketed the Master Ball he had picked up. It was free, so he might as well take it home for his collection.

He looked across at Raifort, who had suddenly put on a faintly mocking smile. He waved and said in a low voice, "A Master Ball, really? Quick Balls and Apricorn Balls are the way to go. Someone like you doesn't understand Pokémon at all!"

"Is that so? Perhaps you're right... In that case, why don't you teach me, Xingye?"

Raifort pushed up her glasses and gave him a cold smile before lunging. She had never forgotten how he had taken the Tablet of Ruin from her.

If Iron Valiant hadn't appeared out of nowhere and interfered, she wouldn't have had a sword driven through her chest, nearly costing her everything.

This time, she wanted the Loyal Three, the Teal Mask, and, above all, the Treasures of Ruin! Only with all of them would her collection be complete. Treasures from the past belonged to her alone!

As soon as she finished speaking, the leaf-shaped growth on Iron Leaves' neck thrust out like a long sword. Boosted by Electric Terrain, Quark Drive activated, and electricity gathered along the blade to strengthen the strike.

Ceruledge gave it a cold glance and swung its greatsword of blue flame. Bitter Blade met Psyblade, unleashing a sharp burst of sword energy that severed every nearby branch and vine and carved slash marks across the ground!

That first exchange was enough for Xingye to identify his opponent's typing. He laughed. "Grass and Psychic? What kind of typing is that? I could send out a Kricketune and still win nine times out of ten. What made you think it was a good idea